In mid-December in 1938 (the 27th year of the Republic of China), on this ancient land of China, a war of unprecedented scale was baptism. The Chinese people continued to fight with the fierce and cruel Japanese invaders. They had an unprecedented tragic bloody battle with the sea of ​​corpses and blood, fearless, causing the sun flag to lose its light, and the sharp sword bluntly filed the green mountains and clear waters of the land of China.

In the Taihang Mountains in southern Hebei, on a small hillside next to the road leading to Fengfeng Mining Area in Handan, two people are pointing at the highway.

"Hu Zi, although you can be called a sharpshooter now, you are just accurate in your marksmanship. It is still far from the standard of a sniper. You have just started training like disguise, stealth, reconnaissance and other training. You have performed well in our field training these days. Today we are going to take action. You can find the right sniper position first!"

"Oh, I get it, brother." The half-boy named Huzi agreed, looking around, muttering, "The position should be hidden and not isolated, mixed with other land objects; there should also be a good vision and shooting range, which can facilitate the discovery of the target and shoot the target; there should also be a hidden route to enter and exit the sniper position..."

"Look for it slowly, be careful. Judging from the time, there are still two hours before the Japanese transport the supplies to the mining area to arrive!" said the man called the eldest brother.

Wu Ming lay on the dead grass, looking at the blue sky with his eyes, pinched a small grass stick and chewed it with his mouth. The faint smell of soil and the cold feeling coming from his body reminded him that all this was true.

"Qifang, can you think of it? I survived the disaster and came to the Taihang Mountains in Hebei during the Anti-Japanese War. I was about to fight against the little Japanese devils! I wonder how you are doing now, maybe I have forgotten me, right?" Wu Ming smiled bitterly and threw the grass stick aside.

After a while, Hu Zi chose a seat. After Wu Ming's inspection and approval, the two of them carefully arranged the weeds and branches, changed into their own disguised clothes with paint, and began to wait quietly.

"Oh, I said Hu Zi, why are you always moving? You have lice on your body?" Wu Ming stretched out his legs impatiently and kicked Hu Zi.

"No, no, I feel so idle." Hu Zi smiled honestly.

"Patient, you need to have superhuman patience. I have told you so many times." Wu Ming frowned and scolded, "A good sniper must not only have a strong body, but also have the will of steel. Do you understand? If you are so impatient, I won't take you out in the future."

"No, no, hehe, brother, don't be angry, can't I just stop moving?" Hu Zi replied with a smile.

Wu Ming shook his head, turned his body over, and began to use a telescope to observe the direction of the car driving in the distance. Hu Zi looked at the Belgian FN30-11 7.62mm sniper rifle placed beside Wu Ming, licking his lips, and swallowing.

Three cars were driving on the highway, bringing smoke and dust all the way.

More than a dozen unkempt men were tied together by ropes and squatted in the carriage with dejected expression.

"Brother Dunzi, what should I do?" a young man asked with a sad face, "After getting off the car and getting to the mine, we can only shout for the best."

"This Japanese man is so nervous. It seems that he can only find a way to escape when he gets to the mine." The man called Brother Dunzi looked at the Japanese car that was following behind and sighed helplessly, "Look at the car behind, there are machine guns in the car behind!"

"There is a living hell in the mine." said a young man next to him. "I heard that there are ten or eight deaths every day, which is very common."

"The Japanese don't treat the Chinese as human beings at all." Zhao Dunzi said gritting his teeth: "We are unlucky. If we go to the city to find news, you can be caught by the Japanese, but don't be discouraged. Sooner or later, I will have to let Brother Sihai bring people to find this place back."

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The smoke and dust from the car had been caught in the eyes by Wu Ming, who was ambushing.

"Here, the Japanese car is here." Wu Ming said loudly, arousing the already sleepy Hu Zi.

"No, it's not a car, why are there three?" Wu Ming said in surprise.

"Three cars? Then, can we do it?" Hu Zi was also a little surprised.

"You ambush here, I'll go to the opposite side and see clearly before talking." Wu Ming thought for a moment and said, "If you want to shoot, I'll shoot first. If I don't shoot, I'll stop shooting. Do you understand?"

"I understand, brother." Huzi nodded and agreed.

Wu Ming picked up his gun, ran down the road quickly, rushed to the small mound opposite, simply found a good location, picked up a telescope and carefully observed the cars getting closer and closer. If he wanted to fight, the Japanese devils used the cars as cover, and there were almost no shooting dead spots under the attack on both sides.

There were three cars, the first one should have supplies, there were two Japanese in the cab, and two were sitting in the cab; there were more than a dozen Chinese workers tied with ropes in the cab, and only Japanese in the cab; the last car, except for the cab, had four Japanese in the cab, and a machine gun was installed on the roof.

Three cars, a total of twelve Japanese devils, Wu Ming frowned. Should he fight or not? Can Hu Zi cooperate with him well? Is the key to the battle as soon as possible? Can the two of them cooperate in the first time to understand each other?

On the battlefield, you should trust your comrades and hand over your comrades with confidence. Only in this way can you abandon distracting thoughts and exert your strength to the greatest extent. Thinking of what the instructor said during the military training, Wu Ming smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Gently installing the silencer and picking up the gun, Wu Ming began to stare at the Japanese car that was driving closer and closer.

The first Japanese car suddenly lost control and rushed out of the highway in a crooked manner, dived into the ditch beside the road, making a loud bang.

Ga, Ga. With the harsh sound of brakes, the two cars behind stopped urgently. The Japanese in the car didn't know what had happened, and pointed to the overturned car and screamed. Several Japanese men jumped out of the car and walked towards the place where the accident happened.

Wu Ming sneered and aimed the gun at the Japanese in the last car and pulled the machine.

The Japanese next to the machine gun suddenly tilted his head back and fell down, with a blood hole on his forehead. A Japanese next to him squatted down anxiously, hugged the body, shaking it constantly, calling something in his mouth, as if the two Japanese had a good personal relationship.

Wu Ming aimed quickly and pulled the plate machine. The distance between three or four hundred meters was not difficult for him and the FN30-11 type 7.62mm sniper rifle.

After falling down three companions in succession, the last Japanese in the car woke up. While shouting words like enemy attacks, he went straight to the machine gun on the roof of the car. Before he could touch the machine gun, a blood flower burst out from his head and went to see Aunt Amaterasu.

"Brother Dunzi, look." The laborer in the middle car also noticed the situation, pointed to the car behind and said to Zhao Sihai.

"I saw that the Japanese were attacked and four fell silently. They were so fucking amazing!" Zhao Dunzi opened his mouth wide and said in surprise.

"Not four, the car in front was probably overturned by someone, and it should be six." The person next to him corrected.

"I know." Zhao Dunzi glared at him angrily, "Don't untie the rope now, we're saved, see if we can help."

With a gunshot, Hu Zi on the opposite side finally couldn't bear it anymore and shot a Japanese man.

After the gunshots, the messy Japanese finally found the target. They quickly woke up and looked for hidden objects to start fighting back. Without the machine gun, Hu Zi's position was very hidden, and the Japanese's rifles could not pose an effective threat.

Wu Ming leisurely took off the silencer, leaving only five Japanese devils. If he was beaten to death, would Hu Zi be a little dissatisfied?

With a "bang", Hu Zi seized the opportunity and killed another Japanese man with a short gun. It seemed that he was a driver.

Wu Ming picked up his gun and began to name the Japanese.
Chapter completed!