Chapter 5: The Innocent (Ten Thousands)

In an instant, the entire convoy was completely trapped in the night, no warm lights were seen or other normal sounds could be heard. The Japanese and puppet soldiers entered a state of madness again, picked up various weapons, swept around desperately, "ping-pong, ping-pong, ping-pong", "da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da , bullet dragged long meteors across the night sky, embellishing the summer night on the grassland to be more gorgeous than the day in late spring.

However, no one applauded this kind of splendor. After breaking all the headlights, the guerrillas disappeared into the grass like dew again, and no matter how the Japanese and puppet troops provoked, they refused to show their heads.

The strange environment, the dim light, is hidden in the unknown corner, and the three most important factors in horror novels have been gathered together for a while. No wonder the performance of the Japanese and puppet soldiers was greatly out of standard. The only one in the entire team who can keep their minds absolutely calm is Kawada Kunaki himself. He was pressed under the guards, and he did not feel the sudden change in the surrounding light at all. While jutting his head out hard, he roared loudly: "Stop, stop, stop, and let me go, and let me go."

"Stop shooting, stop shooting, the captain orders, everyone stop shooting." The guards lying on Kōaki Kawada were frightened by the roar, jumped up, and replayed the command of the captain repeatedly, "Don't shoot, stop shooting, the guerrillas have already run away."

"Dada, dadada, dadada" "Table tennis, ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping ping

"Hagatne." Kawada Kunaki was so angry that his eyes were squirting fire. He grabbed a lieutenant beside him, and slapped two big slaps in the face. "Idiot, don't you know how to use flares, flares, and calm those wastes down."

"Flags, change to flares!" The guards and officers around repeated in unison, and swung to change to flares, setting off fireworks to shoot into the sky.

"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​The instant strong light made everyone's eyes feel a sting. The grass on the right side of the convoy was illuminated by a whole area of ​​several miles. The hiding place of the sneak attacker was finally exposed, just a few very small landblocks. Each landblock can hide at most four or five people, and all of them will not exceed one row.

"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​"Brush." ​​More flares lit up in the night sky, illuminating the right side of the convoy as bright as day. Under the stimulation of the strong light, some soldiers finally regained their calmness, squatted down embarrassedly, gasped, and reloaded ammunition into the rifle with their trembling hands.

"Stop shooting, stop shooting, guerrillas have gone far away." For the last time, Shirakawa Shiro and the other two were far better in psychological quality than ordinary soldiers. When they found the situation was chaotic, they took the initiative to help Kawada Kunaki restore order.

Seeing that the imagined enemy did not exist, and the three main commanders were still standing next to the car, the Japanese and puppet soldiers slowly found their backbone, fired the last bullet in the bullet bay, and stopped shooting.

"The purpose of the Eighth Route Army of China is to create chaos for us, so we cannot be fooled no matter what." Taking advantage of the interval between the soldiers loading ammunition, Shirakawa Shiro continued to exhort loudly, "As long as we are calm, the Eighth Route Army of China is useless. At most, it is possible to fire a few cold guns, and it is impossible to go back as accurately as before. As long as we can see the flames at the muzzle, our machine gunner can bite him and tear him to pieces."

As if confirming his words, when more and more Japanese and puppet troops returned to normal, the Eighth Routes hid in the small landfills and could not play more tricks. Occasionally, they fired two cold guns, because important officers such as Kawata Kiyoshi and Shiro Shirakawa were all paying attention to strengthening their protection, and the shooting effect was a bit disappointing. The Japanese machine gunners, instead, hit the small landfills around the small landfills with the cooperation of flares, making it difficult for the Eighth Route soldiers to poke their heads out and aim calmly.

After barely persevering for a while, knowing the power of heavy machine guns, the Eighth Route Army simply stopped putting the cold guns, and squatted behind the small earthblock and compared them with the enemy's patience.

"Yang Jun, take a company over and walk the Eighth Route Army out of the grass." Seeing that the Eighth Route Army had not moved for a long time, Kanakami Kawada felt a little annoyed. He walked behind the pseudo commander Yang Yaozu with the moonlight above his head and patted the man on the shoulder to order.

The original plan tonight was to rush to the long distance to fight to hit the red-bearded nest before dawn. Unexpectedly, I encountered such a big trouble halfway through the journey. After careful calculation, Kawata Brigade had been delayed for more than half an hour in front of the troublemakers. If I continue to waste this endlessly, when will I reach the destination of this trip?

Unexpectedly, Kan Akira Kawata would come over to some generals in person. Yang Yaozu was startled and jumped forward five or six meters away, then stopped in surprise, turned around, and whispered: "Tai, Taijun, be careful of sharpshooters, there are sharpshooters on the Tujiao Route."

"The car lights were broken by them, and the sharpshooter's eyes could not generate electricity. How could you see me from such a distance?" Kawada Kuniha was not grateful at all. He glared at Yang Yaozu and continued to whisper, "Take a company's people and go to the right side of the convoy to search. I'll ask the machine gunners to cover you. Be sure to dig out the eighth route of the earth to eliminate them so that they will continue to drag us back."

"Hayi." Even if Yang Yaozu was unwilling, he could only agree. While there was no light flare in the sky, he lowered his head and selected more than 50 puppet troops with the most courageous and excellent skills from his own team. Under their heavy protection, he stepped on the ground and rubbed towards the right side of the convoy. While rubbing, he kept turning back to the convoy, fearing that the Eighth Route Army would suddenly emerge from other locations below the ground and take away his life.

As it turned out, his worries were purely unnecessary. Not only did there no sneak attackers come out on the way, but the Tu Eighth Route Army at the target had long since disappeared, and even the bullet shells on the ground were cleaned up.

"Hold it." Yang Yaozu took out a flashlight and handed it to the guards beside him, ordered him to lift the flashlight over his head, then lit it, and shook it hard. At the same time, he dodged four or five steps to the side, shouting with a loud voice, "Taijun, Taijun, Tubalu ran away, he has already run away."

"Continue to search." Kawada Kunaki hid behind the Japanese and shouted.

"Why don't you go by yourself?" Yang Yaozu curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, then pointed to another position where the Eighth Route Army once appeared, leading the puppet troops to move forward slowly, "I guess I've run away there, let's pretend to be happy to Taijun."

With the experience of searching for the first hiding place, the puppet soldiers became much more courageous and surrounded the puppet regiment commander Yang Yaozu in chaos, surrounded him and walked towards the next small baton.

They still didn't see any of the Eighth Route Army soldiers there, and they didn't even find the bodies. Only the overwhelmed grass on the ground and the blood on the grass, proving that there were indeed ambushes hidden here. They found that the cunning Eighth Route Army might have been completely transferred. Yang Yaozu was greatly inspired and sent a person back to the convoy to seek credit from Kōaki Kawada, and then took the initiative to lead the other puppet troops to continue to pounce on the next Eighth Route Army's possible hiding point.

"The river channel is on the left, and there is no second river channel on the right." As he walked, he whispered to cheer his subordinates, his ugly face was full of pride, "Turn off the flashlight. As long as we don't light the light, we don't know who to fire at first, at most, we will fire two random shots. If anyone is hit, he can only blame himself for his back. If so."

Before he could finish his words, the horse under his crotch suddenly snarled and then staggered forward, "There is a tripping rope on the ground." A series of exclamations sounded around him at the same time. The puppet soldiers hugged the horse's neck with both hands, trying to maintain their balance in order to avoid being thrown to the ground by the staggering war horses and then being trampled to death by the mounts of other companions.

Fortunately, the number of tripping ropes on the ground was limited, and there seemed to be only a few, and the height was not appropriate, which could not have a serious impact on the war horses. The puppet soldiers and their horses quickly returned to balance, raised their sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from their heads. At this moment, a few slight "hissing" sounds suddenly came from the grass under their feet, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, or like a devil gasping for breath.

"What, what did the Eighth Route Army put in the grass," Yang Yaozu immediately frowned and stared at the direction of the sound with his eyes. A gorgeous fire jumped up from the grass, illuminating his body and war horses. Countless hot shrapnel flew over the light, blowing several puppet soldiers not far away from him like rag dolls, full of holes.

"Landmine." Yang Yaozu was frightened and his body was stiff, his hands and feet were weak, and he completely collapsed on the back of the war horse. How could Tujiao carry mines with him? It was dark and dark. God, where do you tell me to go to to be safe?

Before his limbs could be restored to control, "克." "克." "克." "克." "克." The sound of gunfire sounded against his ears, and countless bullets flew over, pushing the puppet soldiers who were in chaos one after another.

"There is an ambush,." The puppet soldiers who were lucky enough not to be hit by the bullet were so scared that they screamed in their mouths, turned their mounts, and ran away, "Boom." "Boom." "Boom." More grenades buried in the grass in advance were pulled by horse hooves, shrapnel flew, and the rolling smoke pushed several desperate faces directly into the air.
Chapter completed!