my bright sword career

Chapter 671
On November 1942, 11, the dense forest in the outskirts of Tonggu
The vast and dense tropical jungle is covered with teak, palm, plantain, moso bamboo and thatch thorns. The sky is dark and cloudy, and the rain is pattering, adding to the desolate and chilling atmosphere.

It has been raining heavily for two days and two nights, and the rivers in northern Myanmar have flooded.

In the silent rainforest, a group of soldiers wearing camouflage nets filled with branches, leaves, and weeds are advancing with difficulty.

Song Changgui's reconnaissance team was soaking in the water and marching, but they had completed their mission and patrolled the terrain around Tonggu.

It has been five days since Tonggu was besieged, and the 200th Division not only ran out of ammunition, but also began to get nervous about food.

After Commander Dai Anlan was killed in battle, Chief of Staff Zhou Zhizai had no choice but to personally lead a platoon to break out of the encirclement under the artillery fire of the Japanese army, and rushed to Yangon to ask Commander Luo for help in person due to the damage to the radio station.

Now the 200th Division is temporarily under the command of Gao Jiren, the deputy division commander. Since the 200th Division was besieged in Tonggu, under the command of Gao Jiren, the officers and soldiers of the whole division have successively killed more than 500 Japanese officers and soldiers, destroyed 3 tanks and 7 armored vehicles, There were 38 captured war horses, 9 light and heavy machine guns, 1 Type 266 rifle, [-] rifles and other ammunition and equipment. The Japanese army had to stop attacking temporarily due to excessive losses.

But the Japanese army did not stop there. Just the night before yesterday, a group of Japanese soldiers disguised as Burmese civilians drove an ox cart with hidden weapons in an attempt to sneak into the city, but were also detected and eliminated by the 200th Division.

Although the 200th Division relied on Tonggu's favorable terrain to stubbornly block the Japanese army, its own losses were not small. Now the officers and soldiers of the 200th Division in Tonggu City are short of ammunition and ammunition, and the situation is already very critical.

In order to delay the Japanese offensive, the deputy division commander Gao Jiren organized more than a dozen reconnaissance and patrol teams. The patrols around Tonggu took the initiative to attack, showing signs that the defenders still had enough ammunition and were preparing to counterattack, trying to delay the Japanese army. Time to attack.

A reconnaissance team of 16 people marched in the rain under the leadership of Song Changgui. The rainwater dripped on the wide leaves, making a splashing sound, and birdsong rang from time to time in the distance. The straw sandals dragged thick red mud even more. After several days of jungle reconnaissance, all the soldiers in the reconnaissance team were exhausted.

Wei Youren, who was too tired to walk, cursed, "This kind of broken place, that is, those local aborigines can walk. Now it is said that it is the dry season. I have never seen it rain for several days in the dry season. I can't even wear pants now." It stinks."

Song Changgui said unhappily, "When did your brat's underwear smell so good that even the Burmese women three miles away were stunned by you. Fortunately, there are no little devils nearby, otherwise the smell would have attracted the little devils."

The roar of laughter resounded in the heavy rain.

As we all know, Wei Youren has always been famous for his laziness, and the underwear on his body has never been washed by him, so the smell is nothing to mention.

"Shh..."

While everyone was laughing, Sergeant Gu Wenyi, who had been on guard all the time, suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fists, which meant he had discovered the enemy's situation.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone dispersed immediately. Song Changgui walked over with a Thompson submachine gun bent over, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gu Wenyi pointed to the front and whispered: "It's footprints, the cowhide boots of the Japanese devils. Our people and the Burmese don't wear such boots at all."

Following the direction indicated by Guwen [-], a series of staggered footprints appeared in front of my eyes, even under the heavy rain, it was still clear. It seemed that the Japanese army had not passed by for more than half an hour. Song Changgui roughly calculated based on the number of footprints, "There are about six people. , probably the scouts of the little devil!"

It seems that after being infiltrated and sneaked by a small group of troops from the 200th Division, the Japanese also learned how to be good, and came back with an eye for an eye.

Song Changgui waved his hand backwards, signaling to take cover. Just as he turned around, Wei Youren stepped back a few steps and fell to the ground with a muffled gunshot. the silence of the jungle.

Gu Wenyi and Song Changgui reacted immediately, and threw themselves behind the nearest tree, "It's the sharpshooter of the little devil, quickly hide."

Without talking to others, the experienced soldiers almost fell to the ground in unison.

Wei Youren was lying in the mud. He was shot in the throat by a [-]-type rifle. The rain kept streaming down his face, and the blood spurted from his throat rushed to the ground. A faint mist of blood sprayed on the leaves around him. After a while, A small pool of red blood pooled around him.

Wei Youren, who was shot, desperately covered his neck with one hand, panting rapidly from his throat, and kept stretching out his hands to the hiding place of his comrades.

"Xiao Wei, hold on first, we'll come to rescue you right away. Song Xiaobao, find that bastard quickly!" Song Changgui shouted an order to the sharpshooters of their team.

Although today's national army, like the Japanese army, does not have full-time snipers, each unit has a certain number of sharpshooters. Although these people have not received systematic training, there is no doubt that they already have the prototype of snipers.

A comrade hiding behind the boulder couldn't help but want to rush out and drag Wei Youren back, but was immediately pushed down by another comrade beside him, "You fucking want to lie there too, don't you?"

A soldier closest to Wei Youren's position took off the first-aid kit and threw it on him, but Wei Youren had long since lost the ability to save himself, his face gradually turned pale, and the speed of the blood spurting from his fingers also slowed down. It was also completely stained red with blood, and its struggling movements became slower and slower.

Seeing that Wei Youren was in danger, Song Changgui, who was leaning against the tree, yelled, "Song Xiaobao, kill him quickly, Xiao Wei is about to lose his hold."

Song Xiaobao, who was leaning in the gap between the trunks of a tree that was knocked down by lightning, was also very anxious at the moment.

But where can I find the hiding place of the Japanese devils for a while? You must know that this is a tropical rainforest, and it is still raining heavily. In this kind of place, it is too difficult to find a person's hiding place.

"Da da da……"

At this time, suddenly a series of crisp sounds sounded, and a series of flames appeared in a bush. It was the sound of the Japanese 11-year light machine gun.

After a little deduction, Song Xiaobao locked onto the machine gun, and then pulled the trigger.

"boom……"

The dull sound unique to the official rifle resounded, and the machine gun that was spouting flames misfired instantly, and the machine gunner was eliminated.

After shooting, Song Xiaobao quickly shifted his position. When fighting in the jungle, he must not be crucified in one place. Flexible and timely transfer of positions is the best way to survive.

As soon as he shifted his position, Song Xiaobao began to observe nervously again. The sharpshooter who threatened them the most had not been dealt with, and no one dared to say that they were safe.

(End of this chapter)