"Let's go! Go and have fun with the Japanese."

Soon, Ye Feng, with Chen Ruoyun and two other special forces, disappeared into the woods. On the ground not far away, more than a dozen Japanese corpses were left behind.

More than ten minutes later, another team of Japanese devils came here. The group of Japanese devils was a little larger, about thirty people. When these Japanese devils saw the corpses on the ground, they were immediately so angry that they screamed, holding Type 38 rifles, and even shooting around with crooked machine guns.

far away.

From behind the dense bushes, several black barrels, several Type 38 rifles' barrels were extended, and these barrels aimed at the thirty Japanese devils in the distance.

"Boom!"

A gunshot sounded, and a Japanese Japanese who was shooting randomly with a crooked machine gun fell to the ground, and was hit by a bullet in the head and shot the head.

This was the gun that Ye Feng fired. When he left just now, Ye Feng and two other special forces members each picked up a Type 38 rifle from the ground to deal with the Japanese.

As the Japanese devil was killed by Ye Feng, the other two special forces also started shooting. Everyone basically shot one at a time. After five bullets were shot, the five Japanese devils must be directly reimbursed, and the gun was fatal.

The Japanese soldiers who led the team saw that the people around him were falling down one by one, couldn't help but scream in anger, and ordered the remaining Japanese to shoot in the direction of the gunfire.

Ye Feng and the two special forces members were very particular. They first knocked out the Japanese machine guns and grenade launchers, and then started to attack the Japanese rifle soldiers.

"Bao,bao..."

With the rapid shooting of Ye Feng and two special forces, the Japanese were killed and injured soon. After killing a magazine, Ye Feng rolled on the ground, hid in a big tree, and replaced it with a second magazine and started shooting immediately.

Seeing that Ye Feng and the others were fighting so happily, Chen Ruoyun, who was hiding behind the big tree, immediately carried his Garland sniper rifle and prepared to shoot at the remaining Japanese.

Seeing Chen Ruoyun preparing to shoot, Ye Feng called out his aunt in his heart, rushed to Chen Ruoyun a few steps, and shouted in a low voice: "You silly girl, you can't shoot."

Seeing Ye Feng stopping him, Chen Ruoyun raised his mouth and gave Ye Feng a blank look in dissatisfaction.

The dozen remaining Japanese devils were finally killed. After all, Ye Feng threw away the Type 38 rifle in his hand, curled his lips, thinking to himself that the Type 38 rifle of the Japanese devils was simply garbage compared to the Garland rifle. Not only was the barrel too long, it was not convenient to use in the jungle. Moreover, every time he shot, he also pulled the bolt.

"withdraw!"

Looking at the Japanese devils in the distance, Ye Feng pulled Chen Ruoyun's hand and disappeared deep in the woods with two special forces.

When Ye Feng pulled up his hand, Chen Ruoyun felt shy and blushed slightly, but there was another inexplicable joy in his heart.

****

It was getting dark, and it was soon evening.

At this time, Taro Yamamoto was feeling like hitting the wall, and all kinds of bad reports were summarized continuously. After a few hours, there were less than 500 people left. Moreover, at least hundreds of people left were injured in the remaining Japanese.

Taro Yamamoto was crazy, but he had nowhere to vent.

"Your Captain." A Japanese Major walked over to report with a dejected look: "We have suffered half of the casualties, but we have not found any trace of that small group of Chinese troops. I think they have fled far away."

"Baga!"

"Your Captain." The Japanese Grandmaster was so angry that he screamed, and couldn't help but persuade him helplessly: "Although this Chinese army is very small, they are all experts in jungle warfare. They are full of methods and are very powerful. We..."

"Our brigade has never suffered such a crushing defeat since its establishment. We suffered a great loss this time." Yamamoto Taro looked a little disappointed, with a little despair.

Taro Yamamoto continued: "So someone needs to take responsibility this time. As the captain, I can't escape the blame. Tanaka-kun, please ask you for the remaining hundreds of warriors."

"Your Captain..."

As if he knew something, the Japanese devils shouted anxiously.

Taro Yamamoto smiled miserably, waved his hand powerlessly, slowly unbuttoned his military uniform, exposed his belly, knelt down to the east, shouted, and stabbed his samurai sword into his stomach.

Taro Yamamoto committed suicide by septum.

****

In the evening.

When it was slightly dark, Ye Feng led Chen Ruoyun and two special forces members to the meeting place, Laoyaling Land Temple.

This is a dilapidated land temple located halfway up the mountain. However, the land temple is still relatively large, so it is also marked on the map. But for some reason, the large land temple gradually became dilapidated.

When Ye Feng reached the Land Temple, more than ten special forces members had already reached here, and the special forces members who arrived here first were cleaning.

When everyone saw Ye Feng’s arrival, they saluted.

Ye Feng returned the gift and signaled everyone to be more casual. Ye Feng took everyone into the Land Temple and looked around the environment. It seemed that one night would be here tonight.

Not long after, Zhao Long also came back, and the rest of the special forces team members also came back one after another. Twenty special forces team members, one by one, all came back, but two or three were slightly injured and bandaged.

"Cook a fire, Zhao Long, you send someone nearby to cook some wild game. Let's have a good meal tonight and celebrate."

"yes!"

Seeing Zhao Long leaving, Luo Anhua next to him said with some concern: "Brig Commander Ye, if you make a fire here, you are not afraid of the Japanese discovering it, if..."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Battleman Luo, there is no need to worry about this. As long as the Japanese dare to come, we will tell him that there will be no return. Besides, there are Japanese devils deep in the wilderness here, how can there be Japanese? The Japanese are all focused on Nanjing City."

Upon hearing this, Luo Anhua's face turned slightly red and he thought to himself, Yes! Brigade Commander Ye's troops are so powerful, so what if the Japanese are coming?

More than an hour later, Zhao Long brought a wild boar back with a few special forces members. Everyone opened the boar, weighing nearly 100 kilograms, and made it clean. The strips of wild boar were also cut off by the special forces members with daggers.

Around the beating bonfire and smelling the charming smell of meat, Luo Anhua looked in a daze.

Luo Anhua's experience for the past half-day seemed to be dreaming. He first survived death, and then attacked the Japanese, especially the special forces members' skills, shocked Luo Anhua very much. If Luo Anhua had been killed in the past, he would not have believed that there was such a powerful army.

How great it would be if I could join such a force!

Ye Feng finished dinner with everyone and asked Zhao Long to arrange the warning for the evening. Although Ye Feng said that just now, the warning sentry that should be there still needs to be arranged.

After dinner, Chen Ruoyun took out his notebook in the light of fire and focused on writing the manuscript. Chen Ruoyun wrote down all his experiences today and will be published in the "Central Daily" in the future.

Looking at Chen Ruoyun, Ye Feng felt a little emotional. Such a beautiful girl actually became a war correspondent. Looking at Chen Ruoyun's beautiful appearance and concentration, Ye Feng felt a little dazed.

Perhaps feeling Ye Feng's gaze, Chen Ruoyun stopped writing and smiled at Ye Feng. For a moment, Ye Feng was almost stunned.

***

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