"Don't be nervous, you can continue to turn on the searchlight here first. I'll go down and clean up first and come up." Wu Ming said softly to Hu Zi, and looked at the quiet Japanese dormitory behind him.

"Well, I'm not nervous, brother, please go!" Hu Zi carried a large 38-meter cover and pretended to continue shooting the searchlight back and forth.

After a while, Wu Ming walked up with a leather bag and a Type 97 sniper rifle.

"This gun is good, you can hold it." Wu Ming handed the rifle to Hu Zi and whispered: "Listen, Hu Zi, stay on it for a while. When you hear the gunshots below, immediately put down the suspension bridge, break the searchlight, and rush down as fast as possible. I will cover you from below. Do you understand?"

"I understand, brother." Hu Zi nodded and repeated: "After the gunshot sounded below, put down the suspension bridge, smashed the searchlight, and rushed down the artillery tower."

"Very good." Wu Ming patted Hu Zi's shoulder with encouragement and turned around and left.

Wu Ming walked to the second floor, picked up a Type 96 light machine gun, pinned several magazines and grenades on his belt, pulled the bolt with a slam, opened the cover door, and walked down.

"Taijun, are you..." The puppet army captain looked at Wu Ming walking down in full arms and asked in surprise.

Wu Ming grinned, held the gun with both hands and turned around in place, "Dadadadada..." The flames spurted out of the muzzle quickly swallowed up more than a dozen puppet troops in the artillery tower.

The crisp gunshots were particularly harsh in the quiet late night and spread far away. In just five or six seconds, the lights lit up in the direction of the Japanese dormitory and noisy voices sounded.

The suspension bridge creaked down, and then the searchlight went out, sinking the front of the artillery tower into darkness.

With a burst of rapid footsteps, Hu Zi ran down with a gun on his back.

"Don't stop, run across the suspension bridge quickly, let's meet outside." Wu Ming shouted at Hu Zi.

Hu Zi hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out.

Wu Ming pushed the machine gun out of the shooting port and began to shoot violently at the place where the lights were on in the Japanese dormitory. He shot out three magazines in one go. Damn, I should be able to scare the Japanese for the time being. Let's see who dares to rush forward in the darkness.

After firing the machine gun, Wu Ming grabbed the grenade, threw it along the top cover to the second floor, turned around and ran out. After running out of the artillery tower, he immediately rolled sideways again, protecting his head with both hands.

A dull explosion sounded, and a fleeting flash flashed on the shooting port on the second floor of the artillery building.

Wu Ming grabbed another grenade, threw it into the first floor, turned around and ran away. After seven seconds of delay, he exploded inside the artillery tower again, and he would definitely not hurt himself.

The sound of wind and occasionally there were sounds of bullets. Wu Ming ran faster and faster, and he was not very scared. The Japanese and puppet troops were shooting randomly, not aimlessly shooting at all. He quickly made a judgment. If he could be hit like this, then his point would be too heartless!

Wu Ming stepped on the wooden board of the suspension bridge and made a thud. At this time, the gunshots behind him were already sounded, mixed with the shouts of Japanese and Chinese.

Lying on the ground, Wu Ming threw two grenades into the suspension bridge. The wooden suspension bridge debris flew everywhere. He saw that he could no longer use it. Then he crawled forward quickly until he thought it was safe, so he trotted to the place where he hid his weapons.

"Brother, brother, here, here." Hu Zi rushed over and ran towards him, "Give you a gun, I'll take all the things."

"Haha," Wu Ming took the gun and sat down against a big tree. "Don't be afraid, the Japanese have to go in a mess for a while. I blew up the suspension bridge, and they can't get through the trench for a while."

Hu Zi stretched out his thumbs out, with a full face of respect, "Brother, you are so amazing, you can come and go freely in the Japanese nest."

"Are you still helping?" Wu Ming shook his head with a smile, "The Japanese must have never suffered a big loss on Chinese soil. They are too careless."

"Yes, this little Japanese is too arrogant." Hu Zi nodded and agreed: "Brother, let's go back now?"

"Not busy." Wu Ming waved his hand, "Let's go back and teach them a lesson when the Japanese can't cross the trench."

"Okay, just try my new gun." Hu Zi also looked eager to try it out.

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The Japanese stronghold, which had been noisy in the middle of the night, finally quieted down. The sky was slightly brighter, and Wu Ming and Hu Zi finished the sniping game and left Renjia Town.

Looking at the disarray of strongholds, Miyagi Rima walked around in front of the artillery tower angrily. All the people in the artillery tower were dead, including Matsumoto, whom he valued, there were twenty people. Fortunately, the grenade thrown by Wu Ming did not detonate the ammunition in the stronghold, otherwise the entire artillery tower would have flown into the sky. Later, in the darkness and chaos, more than twenty were killed and injured by the mysterious gunman through the trench. Nearly half of the entire stronghold was injured, but he did not even touch the shadow of the enemy. This was a great humiliation.

"Your Excellency, we found this on Matsumoto's body." A Japanese man handed over the wooden sign.

"There are no more heroes, and they will be shocked by slaughtering Japanese and destroying ghosts and gods." The blood-like words pierced into Miyagi's eyes.

"Bagayalu." Miyagi threw the wooden sign to the ground in anger, and he stepped hard a few times without resting his anger.

"You said, who is the one who is not the same?" Miyagi grabbed the collar of a puppet military officer and shouted sternly.

"Tai, Taijun, Gongmu Taijun, subordinates, subordinates really don't know what this person is?" The puppet army officer who was so scared that his face turned pale stuttered and defended.

"Bastard." Gong Mu pushed the puppet army officer hard, pulled out the command knife, swung it down, and split the small wooden sign in half.

"How did they come in? Why can we accurately hit us in the dark?" Miyagi roared and shouted angrily in Japanese.

"Your Excellency, should you ask Kono's spy team to come and solve the case?" a Japanese squad leader said tentatively.

"Baga, let him laugh at our incompetence?" Miyagi scolded angrily.

As the sound of the motorcycle engine came from a distance, Miyagi's face immediately became gloomy.

Soon, four tricycles entered their sight. Miyagi sighed helplessly. He was really afraid of anything he came to. It was Kono's spy team.

The suspension bridge was so shattered by Wu Ming. Now it was just a few wooden boards were built on it, barely able to pass through people.

The motorcycle stopped beside the suspension bridge, and a Japanese man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses walked out of the standby, looked at the busy crowd in front of the artillery tower, and walked across the suspension bridge expressionlessly.

Although he didn't like this spy leader who was full of chills, Miyagi still suppressed his disgust and stepped forward to meet him.

"Kano, your news is so well-informed. You arrived so quickly." Miyagi said slightly sarcastically.

"Miki-kun, I'm just chasing a case and passing by." Kawano nodded slightly, his eyes flashing behind the lens, and he replied with a smile on his face.

"So that's it." Miyagi nodded, but cursed in his heart. It's really unlucky. Such a shameful thing happened, but this guy encountered it.

"It seems that there is something wrong with Miyagi Jun here. Can I take a closer look?" Although Kawano spoke very politely, his feet moved to the other side.

"Just asking experts like Kano-kun to help, so as to find out the murderer who dares to challenge the majesty of the Imperial Army as soon as possible." Miyagi made a gesture of invitation helplessly.

Kono took a few spies to the artillery tower and signaled the puppet army to put down the body that was about to be carried away. Then he put on gloves and squatted down to see their cause of death carefully.

Except for more than a dozen puppet soldiers who were shot to death, the other Japanese were killed with knives. Judging from the shape of the wound, there should be at least two murderers. They are all fatal, and the killer's techniques are very proficient and sophisticated.

Kono also observed the cause of death of other people. Most of them were shot and opened a blood hole in their heads, and they also died in one blow.
Chapter completed!