Seeing the Japanese chasing him again, Ye Feng shouted: "Free battle, before dark, everyone will meet in the Laoyaling Land Temple."

In mountain combat, especially when dealing with so many Japanese troops, the smaller the target, the better. Only when the target is small can it be maneuverable and flexible, and unexpectedly. Therefore, with Ye Feng's order issued, everyone soon formed three or five people in a group, freely combined, and disappeared into the woods.

Ye Feng, Chen Ruoyun, and two other special forces team members, a total of four people, Zhao Long, Luo Anhua and a special forces team member, a total of three people, and the rest of the special forces team members are basically the same, ranging from two, three, and four, and five people.

After more than ten minutes.

A large number of Japanese devils appeared at the place where Ye Feng and the others had just rested. Yamamoto Taro also came here with a commanding knife surrounded by several Japanese devils.

At this time, Taro Yamamoto looked bad. After chasing him all the way, he not only kept eating ashes behind Ye Feng and the others, but also killed and injured dozens of people by bombing, which made Taro Yamamoto very annoyed.

"Your Captain, all the traces suddenly disappeared here." A Japanese captain, carrying a command knife, walked quickly to Taro Yamamoto to report.

"What? All traces have disappeared. This is impossible. Could this Chinese army be able to fly?" Yamamoto Taro looked disbelief.

The Japanese captain had no choice but to bow his head and ask the Japanese around him to search carefully to see if there were any traces to be found.

The Japanese didn't know that in the past, Ye Feng and the others deliberately left traces along the way so that the Japanese could follow the traces to chase here. Since they had led the Japanese and had already penetrated into the mountains, Ye Feng's goal has also been achieved, so naturally there will be no clue left.

The Japanese who searched around the place did not find any obvious traces. In desperation, Taro Yamamoto had to order all the Japanese to search in various places and expand the search scope.

Nearly a thousand Japanese devils formed a team of search teams, ranging from a dozen people to thirty or forty people, carrying weapons and searching carefully in this area.

This is just a small mountain area two or thirty kilometers south of Nanjing City, with a radius of only two or thirty miles. It is not a deep mountain forest. Relying on the fact that he has nearly a thousand people, Taro Yamamoto dared to order the search of the mountains.

"oops!"

A Japanese man holding a Type 38 rifle suddenly screamed with his feet in his arms. Someone had inserted a few bamboo sticks as thick as fingers here. The pointed bamboo sticks were hidden in the floating soil and covered with a layer of dead leaves.

"ah!"

Another scream was heard. A Japanese soldier didn't pay attention to his feet. He didn't know why a simple rope cover appeared. The Japanese soldier who was trapped by the rope cover and fell down a dog to eat shit. He happened to fall under several erect iron nails. Several iron nails were stabbed into his chest, and blood flowed.

"Ah! Ah!"

Another scream not far away alarmed many Japanese nearby. The two Japanese actually fell into a trap more than two meters deep and were tied to each other by a thick bamboo stick more than two feet long at the bottom of the trap.

This is obviously an abandoned hunter trap, but it has obviously been simply modified, with a lot of new bamboo sticks added at the bottom, and the Japanese who fell into it immediately died.

The Japanese searched for the Japanese suffered casualties one after another, and Taro Yamashita's face was so gloomy that he could almost pinch out the water.

"Baga!"

Yamamoto Taro was so angry that he screamed, full of anger, but until now, the Japanese searchers have not found a single one. Even if Yamamoto Taro wanted to get angry, there was no object to vent. Yamamoto Taro, who was holding his anger in his heart, was almost fainted.

Unlike the Japanese, Ye Fengzheng looked relaxed at this time.

Chen Ruoyun next to Ye Feng had long looked admired, and his eyes turned into little stars. Seeing Chen Ruoyun's ill-fated appearance, Ye Feng couldn't help but touch his chin smugly.

"Don't look at me like this, I'll be proud." Ye Feng said jokingly.

"Go to die!" Chen Ruoyun kicked, but Ye Feng cleverly avoided it. The two of them had a fight. At this time, a special forces member came quietly.

"There are more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who are touching us, which is only about two or three hundred meters away."

The Japanese came over, Ye Feng's heart moved, took out his sharp tactical dagger, quickly cut a few sharp spears, took one of them himself, and handed the remaining few to Chen Ruoyun next to him.

"Hold it, follow me, and watch me play with javelins."

Playing with javelin?

Chen Ruoyun looked puzzled, but he still followed Ye Feng very obediently, showing a good baby. When the other two special forces team members saw Ye Feng preparing to play with the javelin, they immediately understood and covered the flanks.

Not long after, Ye Feng could see the Japanese devils. Ye Feng held a "javelin" he had just cut in his right hand and pointed it at a Japanese devils in the distance.

When the Japanese were approaching, there were about 30 meters left. Ye Feng threw the "javelin" out with a "whim" sound. A faint afterimage passed through the air, and pierced the Japanese in one end.

"ah!"

The Japanese screamed in a shrill voice, and the Japanese who were searching carefully around him were so scared that their hearts almost jumped out.

"Swoosh"

Another faint afterimage, another "javelin" pierced another Japanese man through, and another scream. Seeing this, the remaining Japanese immediately looked around nervously, trying to find where there was an ambush. However, after Ye Feng threw two javelins, he had already quietly changed a place and hid it.

The Japanese did not find a figure, and they couldn't help but become even more nervous, in a combat formation, cautiously, as if a javelin suddenly appeared around them again.

However, there was a javelin again. With a "whoosh", another Japanese man was stabbed to a cold heart.

"Bao,bao..."

The Japanese who were extremely frightened could no longer bear it and began to fire their guns randomly. However, because there was no target, it was naturally impossible to hit the target.

Seeing the Japanese firearms fire, Ye Feng flew out the last two javelins, wiped out the two Japanese, took out the pistols equipped with silencers and named the Japanese. The other two special forces on both sides also began to aim at the Japanese with pistols equipped with silencers.

Only a dozen Japanese devils soon turned into corpses.

According to the principle, Ye Feng and his team generally do not fire fire, and they also install silencers when they fire. Ye Feng and his team are all American-style equipment, and the gunshots are different from the Japanese style 38. The sound of the crooked handle is different. Once the gunshot sounds, it will definitely attract a large number of Japanese people to come.

The Japanese shooters naturally won't have this problem. Now, they can keep hearing Japanese shooting. If it's just the Japanese shooting sound and there is no other gunshot, it will generally not attract Japanese to come, because the Japanese are now just frightened, and they will fire guns randomly whenever there is a storm.

The Japanese randomly set off guns, which often provides good cover for the special forces members. Everyone takes advantage of the situation and takes the opportunity to attack the Japanese.

After destroying the dozen Japanese devils, Ye Feng had not had time to take Chen Ruoyun to move a place. Chen Ruoyun was already excited and slapped his hands, "Brother Ye, you are so awesome."

Now Chen Ruoyun has begun to call Ye Feng Brother Ye.

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Chapter completed!