It is not easy to walk through sorghum, and most of the time, you can only follow the paths that someone has crossed before.

The hazy light rays are shattered on the ground through the stems and leaves of sorghum, and the situation is too far ahead.

In this case, lying on the ground and hiding in the darkness is actually the best choice.

If it is different during the day, as long as someone walks through the green gauze tent, it is impossible to cover up the traces left by the squeezed and broken sorghum leaves.

In the dark night, the chasing party dared not to fire a torch, and did not have the conditions to carefully identify the traces left by the opponent.

Yang Crazy Man tried hard to keep himself calm. If he wanted to get out of the Japanese, there would be no problem with the big dog concentrating his men and breaking out in one direction.

The soldiers of the Ninth Battalion knew the power of mustard seed poison gas, but they did not know the causes and consequences of this poison gas. He remembered clearly that the bacterial troops set up by the Japanese in the northeast used his former comrades as experiments.

If you don’t know, unless you don’t do it yourself, although the intelligence system of the National Army is backward, the Japanese have such a large-scale human test and the confidentiality measures are taken, more or less news will be leaked.

So, he had no hesitation at all and made up his mind to blow up the Japanese gas shells no matter what!

As the evening breeze blows gently, most of the toxic gas droplets in the gas phase are taken away.

But the garlic smell never completely dissipated.

A strange and bizarre scene appeared on the road.

The Japanese who were advancing in the Qingshi Tent in the West Highway did not find any traces of the Eighth Route Army. The messenger informed that the Eighth Route Army had fled westward.

After gathering, they tried to circumnavigate south along the road, but were blocked by the guards set up by Xiong Erliang on the road.

A large number of Japanese soldiers were stranded. The lieutenant who squeezed up from behind came up and slapped the lieutenant who blocked the road: "Baga, we are now heading south along the highway and can catch all the open land of the Eighth Route Army in one net!"

"You can go there, but you must go to the sorghum!" The lieutenant who blocked the road was slapped in the face, but had no intention of giving way.

The lieutenant looked at the second lieutenant in front of him and dared to talk back to him. He raised his hand and slapped him again: "Haha, you have to know how difficult it is to move forward in densely packed sorghum? Do you know how dangerous it is in the dark?"

"Sorry, I will carry out Commander Oishi's orders, please don't make things difficult for me!"

"Did you eat too much garlic?" The lieutenant took a breath.

"The chemical bomb of the logistics team exploded unexpectedly, I suggest you better take a detour..."

"Garlic-smelling chemical bomb?" The lieutenant who had worked in chemical engineering before joining the army suddenly changed his face: "The whole group gathers... retreat immediately!"

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The closer you get to the road, the more garlic smell in the air becomes.

Under the hazy moonlight, Yang Chengzhi was wearing a gas mask and endured a burning feeling of discomfort from the exposed skin.

Many years ago, the military police trained day and night, and the Japanese formation surrounded by them was completely riddled with holes in his eyes.

The military police are responsible for the daily responsibility of defending the people. In addition to offensive training, defensive training is also an important part.

Behind him, Zhang Xiaodao, who had not undergone rigorous military training, had been practicing martial arts since childhood, but was like a fish in water and was traveling through sorghum.

boom...

The grenade thrown by the Japanese exploded more than ten meters behind him.

The two sides are very close!

It is too familiar to Yang Chengzhi for close combat.

The military uniforms and sorghum in the green gauze tent kept rustling.

There is a Japanese trio in the front more than ten meters.

He ordered Zhang Xiaodao behind him to attack from the front and make noise to attract the attention of the Japanese.

He quickly approached the Japanese trio from the side as the movements caused by the Japanese shooting and grenades.

The three Japanese may have felt that the encirclement had been in place, so they spread out and fell to the ground and fought back.

One Japanese continued to shoot for fire reconnaissance, and the other was an observer, and the third one held a grenade in his hand. Just waited for the other party to fire the gun, he would immediately remove the grenade security in his hand, smash the cover cap and throw it out to kill the other party.

Zhang Qianzi, who is good at defense, is more like a professional assassin at this time.

Just a simple plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Zhang Xiaodao constantly changed positions in the sorghum. Every time he changed, he would shoot the Japanese where they hid.

I couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If I hadn't thrown all the grenades before, throwing a grenade at this time would have killed the Japanese.

Yang Crazy Boy rushed towards the Japanese trio like a raccoon.

The light flashed when the Japanese shot Zhang Xiaodao.

After seeing the locations of the three Japanese, Yang Crazy is less than five meters away from the Japanese.

His muscles were tense and he began to attack the Japanese.

The movement of squeezing away the sorghum was extremely small, and the Japanese observer subconsciously turned his head.

I found a black shadow appearing on the side, so I quickly turned the gun with my rifle.

Unfortunately, the tactical movements that are easy to do on weekdays have not been achieved, and the dense sorghum marks hindered his movements.

Yang Crazy Man was ready and roared with a bird's voice: "Our own people!"

The alert Japanese were a little confused and subconsciously stopped turning the gun. The "enemy attack" that had rushed to his mouth also swallowed it back.

At this time, the three-person teams that dispersed were each holding their own positions. No one should come?

He looked at the shadow approaching with doubt.

The companion next to him shot again.

In the flash, I suddenly saw the shadow coming over clearly with a gas mask, and I was shocked.

After a closer look, the person who came seemed to be carrying a strip of things in his right hand.

It's a bayonet!

My mind couldn't keep up with the situation in front of me, and I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and wanted to scream. The only thing Yang Crazy was waiting for was he warning, and the bayonet stabbed it into his mouth accurately!

The bayonet was penetrated from the back of the Japanese's head.

The Japanese raised their hand and finally fell down without any strength before grabbing the bayonet...

The body slowly tilted and twitched...

Bang... Bang... Yang Crazy released the bayonet hilt with his right hand, and the woolen gun in his left hand opened fire on the two Japanese lying on the ground.

Two bullets penetrated the Japanese back and ran around happily in the Japanese body.

The Japanese holding rifle and the Japanese holding grenades made pig-killing howls one after another.

Even at close range, the round-headed bullet of the thug gun was too weak and had poor lethality, so it failed to kill the two Japanese on the spot.

Although the two Japanese did not die on the spot after being shot, they had lost their combat effectiveness.

Bang... Bang... Yang Crazy Man struggled on the ground without hesitation and re-shot the Japanese on the back of his forehead.

The first bullet hit the Japanese ear gate that turned back, and the dull sound made when the metal and bones collided violently.

Although the bullet kinetic energy was a bit bad, it still pressed the Japanese head to the ground.

The second bullet also turned around and turned around, and the warhead was in the Japanese pig's mind.

He was inspired when he saw the girl punching the shell gun. When the two targets were not far away, the shell gun in his hand didn't have to hold it too tightly. When using the shell gun to fire, the barrel jumped, and hit two positions in front and back...

Quickly remove the three grenades left by the three Japanese, turn around and pull out the bayonet that pierces the first Japanese head...

The bayonet seems to be stuck with bones?

"Fuck your mother..." He raised his legs and stepped on the Japanese neck and pulled it hard.

The bayonet brought out a bloody rain, and the Japanese corpse twitched a few more times.

Under the moonlight, blood bubbles kept coming out of the Japanese's mouth, accompanied by strange grunts.
Chapter completed!