A team leader of the "Yamamoto Squad" was leading more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, three of them in a group, spreading in a linear shape along the forest, holding weapons as if hunting for prey.

"It's okay to repair it!" The squad leader wore a black helmet, a black and yellow combat uniform, and an American submachine gun in his hand. He dressed very differently from the ordinary Japanese around him.

At this time, he listened vigilantly, suddenly realized something, raised his hand to stop the surrounding Japanese from advancing, and shouted in Japanese: "Light Cavalry!!!"

"Da da da da da."

In the mountains and forests, horses' hooves stepped on stones, and the sound of speeding towards them sounded.

The Japanese quickly ordered their subordinates to lie down.

A rustling sound came out, and the spreading Japanese team immediately divided into several groups and crawled on the ground, trying to hide their own position with the help of the fallen leaves in the mountains and forests.

The Yamamoto team's devils were surrounded by three companions who were dressed in the same manner.

Chen Han took the lead in driving the horse and flashed beside a birch tree. He clamped the horse's belly with his legs, raised the Hanyang-made rifle in front of his eyes with both hands, pulled the bolt, squinted his eyes slightly, aimed at a Japanese man and pulled the trigger.

"puff!"

A crisp sound of shots rang out.

A Japanese man just leaned over and raised his gun, intending to search for the target and aim at shooting, his head numb.

He saw that his eyes were pitch black and he was shot and fell to the ground.

The bullet accurately shattered his helmet and penetrated his skull with a bullet.

"Good shooting skills!" Zhao Gang rode on his right, his eyes glowing.

He, Chen Han and Ma Chengfeng, surrounded the Japanese on the hill, rode a horse, galloped, and raised his gun to shoot.

Zhao Gang's shooting skills are already excellent, but fixed-point shooting is different from horseback shooting. Not only will the target move, but he is also moving.

Wind speed, horse speed, distance, obstacles...

It not only tests marksmanship, but also tests riding skills!

Chen Han is proficient in shooting guns and shooting, and with the newly upgraded riding III, he showed his sharpness as soon as he showed off his skills. While riding a horse, he used his hand to pull bullets out of the bullet bag, and then filled the bullets one by one into the bullet bay. With each gunshot, a Japanese man would fall down, which would far break Zhao Gang's perception of him. Ma Chengfeng was even more stunned, and he became competitive and accelerated his shooting speed.

In ancient times, arrows were used as riding and shooting, and in modern times, guns were used as riding and shooting. If there was a skill that made people amazing riding and shooting skills, it would be impossible to put them on the plain battlefield.

Don’t look at the three of them riding on horses and forests.

The Jin-Cha-Hebei region is mainly based on the terrain of the North China Plain and Mongolian grassland. The mountains under this plain terrain are mostly earthen buns with trees, and they are unconsciously obstructed by the iron hooves of war horses. On the contrary, they can also use dense forests as cover and rely on their speed to fight guerrilla attacks with the Japanese.

The Japanese commander pulled out his sword from his waist with a clanging sound, tearing his throat and giving off an attack order with an extremely angry voice.

"Bang, bang, bang." The Japanese gunshots were sporadic, and they could not touch the shadow of the generals. Moreover, the gunshots became weaker and weaker. It was just that the "dadada" series of "dadada" light machine guns were heart-wrenching, and they were biting Chen Han's brown-haired horse.

Fortunately, the light machine gun was slowly turned around, and he did not catch up with Grandpa Chen's horse for a while. Grandpa Chen suddenly fell off the horse's back sideways, and the gun suddenly appeared from under the horse's belly.

"Click!"

"Bang!" Chen Hanla-la-shun shot and killed the Japanese commander with one shot. The bullets pierced into the neck artery, and a large stream of blood spurted out. The Japanese were panicked for the rest.

Normally, the Japanese combat helmets are covered with iron and thin cloth, which cannot withstand direct shooting of guns on the battlefield. Most of them serve as camouflage cover, blocking some gravel, debris, and even psychological comfort.

Chen Han just now had his guns and guns exploded the Japanese's heads.

However, given that several Japanese guys dressed unusually, their helmets might be American, they raised their guns and shot the Japanese guys' neck, which could take off large pieces of neck flesh with one shot.

Facts have proved that Company Commander Chen's guess was not wrong. Ma Chengfeng shot the helmet of a Yamamoto team of Japanese devils. The Japanese still had the strength to resist tenaciously when they were shot. Zhao Gang immediately shot the Japanese and shot them in the chest and sent them to the emperor to see the emperor.

A bald figure wearing a national army uniform, hiding in the fallen leaves suddenly appeared. After several rolled on the ground, he hugged the Japanese light machine gunner and broke the Japanese head.

Then, the brother picked up the rifle falling from the Japanese on the ground, raised the rifle to engage in hand-to-hand combat with two soldiers from the Japanese machine gun squad, and performed very fiercely.

"clatter!"

"Bang!" After several blocks and thorns, the bald brother kicked the Japanese in front of him away.

"Ah!" The Japanese hit a stone pier in the butt.

The monk raised his rifle and stabbed it with a spear, and the Japanese were about to bear fruit.

Chen Han saw the national army brother who was more than 1.8 meters tall, with a simple appearance, but a little unruly look in front of him, and his eyes showed surprise: "I actually bumped into a monk."

"Bang!" He raised his gun and killed the two Japanese behind the monk. After stabbing the Japanese to death, the monk turned his head and looked behind him with shock in his eyes.

Chen Han, Zhao Gang and Ma Chengfeng took advantage of the horse's advantage and killed more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in just five or six points in a short battle.

At the moment, the gunshots in the valley have calmed down. After careful counting, there were thirteen Japanese devils.

Among them, Chen Han killed six by one, Zhao Gang followed and killed three, Ma Chengfeng also killed two, and the monk killed two.

At this time, the three of them drove their horses to the "monk". After a closer look, the leader of the team leader turned out to be a major!

Zhao Gang and Chengfeng all turned over and dismounted, and began to clean up the battlefield according to the rules, mainly collecting bullets and weapons.

While collecting equipment, Zhao Gang picked up a Japanese helmet and observed it left and right, and felt that the Japanese were strange.

He also confirmed the Japanese number.

Ma Chengfeng specializes in picking up weapons on the ground, including big and small bags, and is very skilled in cleaning the battlefield.

I guess I don't do such work on weekdays.

Although Ma Chengfeng was a seventeen-year-old boy and was in the telegram translation class, the rural children joined the army in the war era. They had already had dozens of battles at the age of seventeen or eighteen. The marksmanship was not as accurate as Zhao Gang, but they were very clever in riding skills and achieved great results in cooperation with the attack.

Chen Han knew that the children of this era were not as delicate as they were, or they were not lucky. He didn't say a word when Ma Chengfeng joined the battle, but just took care of him. He didn't want to take Ma Chengfeng's body to report to Ma Renxing.

Chen Han stood in front of Monk Wei with his horse, looking up and down at him.

Pure and pure a picture of the posture of a superior looking at his subordinates.

This made Monk Wei feel a little uncomfortable, but the three people in front of him had just saved his life, especially the man in front of him was the most fierce, so he did not dare to offend him.

As soon as Company Commander Chen appeared, the monk Wei was obedient.

"Brother of the National Army?" He held the horse whip in his hand and said in a gentle tone.

"Yes, sir!"

"Former Sergeant Leader of the 27th Division of the Central Army, Wei Dayong!" Wei Dayong stood up straight and saluted according to the rules of the National Army, looking like he was trained.

Chen Han glanced at his military uniform and his name had been torn. It seemed that he had just escaped from the concentration camp.

Wei Dayong noticed his eyes and his expression was a little slutty. Chen Han did not delve into the defeat of the 27th Division of the Central Army in Taiyuan, and asked directly: "Why are these Japanese biting you all the time?"

"Report to the sir!"

"I knocked down a Japanese in the concentration camp and escaped from the concentration camp while the chaos was in trouble. These Japanese chased them out of the concentration camp!"

Zhao Gang turned his head and looked at him.

"oh?"

"Can you escape from the concentration camp alone?" Chen Han asked with a smile.

Wei Dayong's face showed a sense of arrogance.

"I took four Japanese alone, and I jumped out of the wall."

"I can't stand the Japanese in a show of power. What's the point of knocking down a few Japanese in a row? I can hit ten of them with bare hands!"

"If you don't believe it, you can try it." Wei Dayong was eager to try it out, teasing his friendly troops, not wanting to be looked down upon.

Chen Han didn't play with him, so he simply said, "The 27th Division of the Central Army has long been broken up. You don't think about returning to the building now. Okamura Laogui is organizing a large-scale mobilization. How many miles can you run?"

"Since I happened to meet, I was my man. I was about to take office. I lacked a person to hold a horse. How about going with me?"

Wei Dayong saw that Chen Han did not accept his move, and looked a little disappointed. When he heard Chen Han want to recruit him into the Eighth Route Army, he immediately asked with a little hesitation: "I wonder which part of the superior, and what position do you hold?"

"Wow, good guy, I'm still an official fan, I have a bit of a national army."

Li Yunlong pulled him into the gang and did it without saying a word. He had to consider the position himself?

Chen Han was a little unhappy with Wei Dayong's remarks. He raised the whip and hit Wei Dayong's chest with a whip. The whip was very loud, but Wei Dayong stood up straight, frowned without frowning.

"Damn it, if you don't want to do it, I'm most annoying to you like you who are waiting for a price."

"You will pay me back this whip. We don't owe each other. Get away!" Chen Han walked straight towards Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang walked forward with a Japanese helmet and let the helmet be exposed for Chen Han to observe. He said with a cautious tone: "Brother Zirong, these Japanese are fully equipped with American equipment, well-trained during combat and have standard actions, which are rare."

"It's a tough guy."

"It may be the group of Japanese devils who broke the Independence Group." Chen Han took the helmet, looked at it for a while, and did not dare to underestimate him: "This group of Japanese devils probably have a special tactical role."

"The one I knocked down in the concentration camp is this kind of Japanese. This kind of Japanese is indeed powerful, but it's nothing." Monk Wei stepped forward and interrupted.

Chen Han ignored him and took the captured Japanese command knife from Chengfeng and handed it to Zhao Gang. He said loudly in a loud voice: "I'll give this knife to you!"

The commander's saber has a special meaning in the hearts of the soldiers.

Seize the enemy command knife.

It is definitely an item that is more valuable than grenades and light rifles, which is equivalent to military achievements! Of course, some people prefer crooked handles and mortars.

This Japanese officer was killed by Chen Han, and the saber represents Chen Han's merits.

Zhao Gang took the command knife solemnly and nodded and thanked: "Thank you."

"You are lucky. I thought you had a lieutenant sword at most, but I didn't expect that I would confront the special forces and surrender the lieutenant sword. Take that crooked machine gun away, just treat it as a little bit of my wish to Commander Li. It is not easy for Commander Li to be ordered in the face of danger, and it just happens to give him some credit."
To be continued...