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Chapter 651 Attack and Kill
Long Wenjian was not riding a three-wheeled motorcycle with a guard by his side like when they met in the original book. Now he had a pistol on his waist and a British-made Lee Enfield rifle on his shoulder. It was completely different from the Type 38 rifle in everyone's hands, and the bullets he used were also different.

Everyone followed Long Wenjian all the way to the British stronghold, but when they arrived, it had already become a ruin.

Long Wenjian was a little embarrassed, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said solemnly, "It should be that the British burned the arsenal themselves when they left."

"The Japanese army should be nearby, otherwise the British wouldn't leave in such a hurry."

"So what should we do now?" Ayi asked at a loss.

Everyone's eyes were all on Wang Zhong, not Long Wenjian, the leader who suddenly appeared halfway.

Wang Zhong did not make a decision immediately, but said: "We are scheduled to land at the British airport. If nothing unexpected happens to Yao Ma and the other brothers, they will most likely be there."

When he heard that they might be at the airport, Bu La immediately said, "Then let's go to the airport!"

"What if the airport is also occupied by the Japanese army?" Fanla always has a bad mouth.

"The supplies that the British and Yu Xiaoqing said they would give us are all at the airport. Although the Japanese army has already attacked, there must be a large number of troops stationed at the airport, and there is no shortage of weapons and equipment. It may not have been captured by the Japanese army." These words were said by Wang Zhong.

Long Wenjian said: "Let's go to the airport."

“The airport is at 11:30. We’ll follow the old rules. Fanla will be the vanguard, Ayi will lead the men, and Milong and Bula will follow me to cover the rear.” Now that the decision had been made, Wang Zhong immediately gave orders and assigned tasks.

Then he looked at Long Wenjian and said, "Since you are familiar with the nearby terrain, please take the brothers to the airport."

"no problem."

After a short rest, everyone set off again. Long Wenjian led Fanla and others in the front, while Wang Zhong and Milong and others followed far behind to avoid being caught by the Japanese army.

Let Bu La temporarily lead the few people who were left behind, while Wang Zhong himself went to the rear.

Wang Zhong had walked out for less than two miles when he ran into a large group of Japanese troops. At this time, the Japanese soldiers were hurrying on their bicycles, and the direction they were heading was exactly the direction of the British airport.

Wang Zhong did not act rashly, but quietly retreated back into the forest and quickly rushed towards the direction where Milong and the others were.

"How is it? Have you spotted the Japanese?" Wang Zhong had just returned when Milong and his companions couldn't wait to ask, their faces filled with eagerness to try.

Wang Zhong said solemnly, "The enemy's main force has arrived, all riding bicycles. From what I can see, the direction they are heading to looks like an airport."

"Airport? There are so many Japanese?" Bula asked hurriedly.

"There might be a squadron, or even more. I didn't dare to stay any longer and hurried back!"

"We have to tell them this news quickly, lest they run into the enemy's main force!"

"Yeah!"

"We have to tell them quickly."

There was no need for Wang Zhong to mention it, the first thing everyone thought of was Fan La and others who were still heading towards the airport.

Now that the Japanese's main force has assembled, the tactics of defeating them one by one need to be considered. We must be sure that they are just a small group of Japanese troops. At Wang Zhong's command, everyone quickly chased after the main force.

An hour later, it was getting dark. The army stopped in a dense forest and everyone was resting. Even at night, no one dared to light a bonfire or torches. Everyone ate the dry food seized by Wang Zhong and others during the day and washed it down with water.

There were innumerable snakes, insects, rats and ants in the dense forest. Outside the arsenal that was burned down by the British, the group found several barrels of motor oil. Just like in the original book, they all soaked in the motor oil and took a bath. The effect was better than the sludge, but the smell was too pungent.

In the dead of night, inside the dense forest, everything was pitch black, with only pairs of eyes, clearly distinguished in black and white, remaining. If you didn't get closer and look carefully, you would never think that this was a group of people.

The darkness was their best cover, which was why Wang Zhong agreed to Long Wenjian's decision to let everyone soak in the dark oil barrel.

"Based on the current situation, the Japanese army has definitely not taken over the airport yet, otherwise they would never send such a large number of troops to the airport."

Their original destination was the British airport, which was the base camp of the coalition forces and had a large amount of guns, ammunition and other supplies stored there.

"The Japanese army will not continue to disperse like this. They will definitely regroup in the end. We have the upper hand now, but when the Japanese army regroups, we will not be their opponent with just a few people."

Long Fanzhang agreed with Wang Zhong's words and said firmly, "We must go to the airport. The main force is there."

But only he himself knows what he is thinking.

The two reached a consensus and made a decision quickly.

After eating and drinking to their heart's content and resting for a while, Wang Zhong was the first to stand up. Without his request, the others who were originally resting against the tree also stood up immediately and put on their guns.

"Let's explore the way ahead!"

After saying this, Wang Zhong led Bula and the others into the darkness ahead.

"Get up, get up!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Long Wenjian didn't dare to shout loudly and could only greet the cannon fodder in a low voice.

The cannon fodders' attention was basically on Wang Zhong. Seeing Wang Zhong leading his men away, they also stood up and followed Long Wenjian and A Yi and began to hurry along the direction Wang Zhong and his men were heading. As the night deepened, the birds and animals in the forest gradually quieted down, and the silence gradually returned to the mountains and forests.

Just like he did during the day, Wang Zhong broke away from the vanguard and quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests alone, with his keen five senses fully open, carefully perceiving the situation around him.

After walking for more than ten miles and crossing four or five mountains, Wang Zhong's ears suddenly twitched. A burst of intensive gunfire came into his ears, and the gunfire was not far away from him.

The Japanese army’s fancy machine guns and the American Thompson!
Is it to numb them?
With a guess in mind, Wang Zhong left the agreed mark on the spot and immediately ran towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

In the space, there were more than twenty grenades captured from the Japanese army, and four or five Type 38 rifles loaded with bullets.

Although the power of the Type 7.62 rifle is slightly inferior, its accuracy is very good. The only problem is that the bullet is not the mm common to other rifles.

The gunfire stopped before Wang Zhong arrived at the location.

The mountains were high and the forests were dense. Before getting close, even though Wang Zhong had excellent eyesight and could see clearly in the dark, his sight could not penetrate the obstruction of the dense forest and bushes.

Following the sound of gunfire, Wang Zhong groped his way to a cluster of bushes, and a temporary position of the Japanese army appeared in his sight.

Next to the campfire, there was a temporary fortress surrounded by sandbags with a machine gun mounted on it. Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were firing their guns behind the fortress, looking vigilantly in the direction of the valley. More than 20 meters away from the fortress, several figures in Kuomintang uniforms fell to the ground, wailing constantly. It was obvious that they had just tried to break out but were blocked in front of the position by a Japanese Type 92 machine gun.

Wang Zhong narrowed his eyes and changed his position several times, observing the surrounding terrain while determining the number and position of the Japanese troops.

After watching for seven or eight minutes, I had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Wang Zhong found an angle and, taking advantage of the night, quietly sneaked into the Japanese position from the rear.

The night was pitch black, and Wang Zhong was also dressed in black. The night became his best cover. He was like a black ghost, circulating his Qi and moving lightly. He arrived behind the Japanese position silently.

Two Japanese soldiers were facing each other, mumbling in Japanese: "These Chinese pigs, you still want to break out?"

Another Japanese soldier just lit a match and reached out to him to light his cigarette: "We are warriors of the Great Japanese Empire. How can a mere Chinese pig be our opponent?"

As they were talking, two cold lights like the cold moon flashed by. Both of them felt a flash before their eyes, and a shadow that was completely black, like a devilish night owl walking out of the darkness, flashed before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived behind the position where they had set up the Type 92 heavy machine gun. With a wave of his hands, the cold light like a cold moon swept across the air. In an instant, the four Japanese soldiers on the Type 92 position had all fallen down.

He learned the weapon refining method from Brother Hai, as well as Brother Hai's unique swordsmanship, using the sword to carry the Qi, and using the Qi to push the sword. There was neither the flash of the sword nor the sound of breaking wind, only extreme speed. Wang Zhong's strength, after hundreds of years of experience in several copy worlds, was already many times that of Brother Hai.

Wang Zhong's movements were so swift and his swordsmanship so fast that the Japanese soldiers didn't even have time to react or warn others before their necks were slashed by Wang Zhong's unparalleled sword.

Wang Zhong immediately took off his military uniform and rushed into the valley with his gun in hand. He had just checked the terrain of the valley and knew that both ends were blocked, so the Kuomintang troops inside had no choice but to choose one side to break through.

In just five minutes, Wang Zhong saw the Kuomintang troops in the valley. The leader was Yao Ma, who was unable to get on the same plane with them, and he was holding a Thompson in his hand.

"I want numbness!"

Yao Ma, who was resting against a rock, was suddenly stunned. This sounded a little familiar.

"This way!"

As he spoke, Wang Zhong, shirtless and clad in black, walked out from the darkness.

"Boss Wang?"

"Why are you here?"

The nickname of Boss Wang was given by Ma and Bula, because Wang Zhong hired them to dig a cellar and gave them one dollar each. Unexpectedly, as they were calling out the nickname, the cannon fodder also started calling out the nickname.

"When we came here, we encountered the Japanese reconnaissance plane, and the plane fell down halfway."

“What’s wrong with you…” Yao Ma bent his body, poked his head out, and looked at Wang Zhong, who was covered in black. If Wang Zhong hadn’t called him first, he wouldn’t have recognized him as Wang Zhong. But after knowing it was Wang Zhong, Yao Ma was both happy and surprised: “How did you become like this? How are Bu La and Dou Bing?”

Wang Zhong said: "This is motor oil. It can repel mosquitoes and can also better hide yourself at night so that you won't be discovered by the devils."

Yao Ma nodded and also smelled the smell of engine oil on Wang Zhong: "What about them?" After nodding, he couldn't help but ask again.

Wang Zhong grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. "Don't worry, they'll be fine if they get anesthetized. They're all behind me. I'm fast, have better eyesight, and can make less noise alone. I'll go ahead and scout the way. I'll rush over when I hear the gunshots."

"Exploring the way? How did you get in?" Yao Ma asked puzzledly: "Didn't Gukou get...?"

"Those devils..." Yao Ma widened his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he thought of a possibility, a possibility that he dared not even think about.

Wang Zhong said: "Sneak over quietly and kill them one by one while the devils are not paying attention!"

"Damn it, they finally found me. Luckily, my knife was sharp and the little devil didn't react in a moment."

"The Japs aren't many in number, and the main thing is that the machine gun is a bit difficult to deal with."

Although Wang Zhong said it lightly, as a veteran, Yao Ma was well aware of the difficulty and danger involved. How could the Japanese army not be on guard at all? Wang Zhong sneaked into the Japanese position alone. If he was discovered by the Japanese, he would be in danger of death. Yao Ma had experienced the Japanese's shooting skills before, especially in the Japanese's position, there was a pheasant neck. As long as Wang Zhong was discovered, the Japanese would turn their guns and shoot at him. Don't say that Wang Zhong was just a flesh and blood body, even if he was made of iron, he would be shot into a sieve by the pheasant neck.

Looking at Wang Zhong's nonchalant attitude, Yao Ma couldn't help but admire him. She had never admired anyone so much before.

Looking at Wang Zhong, who was dressed in black and looked like a night owl walking out of the mountains and forests, or a demon coming out of hell, and smelling the pungent smell of engine oil faintly in the air, Yao Ma couldn't imagine what Wang Zhong and the others had experienced today.