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Chapter 657 Secretly assassinating Chen Cang
Nothing happened that night. The Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain were busy like a top, dealing with the aftermath all night long. They also had to be on guard against the Nationalist troops on the mountain suddenly rushing down for a sneak attack. However, after guarding all night, they didn't see any trace of the Nationalist troops.

At dawn, the sky was already showing a hint of paleness, and it was almost daybreak. In the jungle, a Japanese sentry had been squatting on a tree for too long. Fatigue and sleepiness washed over him like a tide, and he closed his eyes unconsciously.

At this moment, a big hand silently reached out from behind the scout. Before the sentry could react, the big hand had already covered his mouth and nose. Then his neck felt a pain, and the world in front of the sentry went completely dark.

In the dim light, a figure emerged among the lush treetops, followed by a clear bird call, and then a rustling sound was heard in the jungle.

A figure quietly emerged, wearing the uniform of the National Army, a British steel helmet, and holding a Lee Enfield short rifle in his hand. He bent his body, walked in a cat-like manner, looked left and right, and his eyes looked around vigilantly, for fear of making too much noise.

If this person is not the fake commander of the Sichuan Army, Long Wenjian, then who is he?

Behind Long Wenjian, Meng Fanle, Bula, Yaoma, Shebutt, Milong and others appeared one after another.

A group of people came under a big tree. There was a black shadow on the tree, like a monkey. It climbed up the trunk in a few steps and landed on the ground quietly, making almost no sound.

Who else could the person who fell from the tree be but Wang Zhong?

Wang Zhong pointed at himself, then pointed to his right, pointed at Long Wenjian, and then pointed to his left.

Then he raised his wrist, pointed to his hand, and stretched out five fingers.

Long Wenjian nodded, and the two of them groped forward, one on the left and one on the right. Meng Fanle and others behind them also divided into two teams, following the two of them and gradually moving forward.

Arriving outside the Japanese camp, everyone found cover. The assault team members led by Bu La and Yao Ma all turned their attention to Wang Zhong who was in the front.

Wang Zhong squatted behind a cluster of bushes, raised his wrist, glanced at the ticking hands of the watch on his wrist, then raised his head, his eyes passed through the gaps between the bushes and fell on the Japanese army camp.

However, in just two days, this group of Japanese troops gathered again. It was naturally impossible for them to build very strict fortifications, but the basic functions were still available. When Wang Zhong attacked the camp in the first half of the night, he got a general idea of ​​the Japanese camp and blew up the Japanese ammunition depot, causing considerable panic.

However, the Japanese military's military proficiency is currently the best in East Asia. Even after such a huge change, they still did not make a false move and quickly organized a counterattack. Their firepower was so fierce that even Wang Zhong had to temporarily avoid it.

Looking far away, the position of the Japanese army was quickly captured. Wang Zhong looked at the time again, raised his gun and pulled the bolt. When the people behind him saw him doing this, they also pulled the bolt and turned on the safety.

Counting the countdown time silently in his mind, when the last second fell, Wang Zhong suddenly stood up, poked his head out from behind the bushes, raised his hand and fired a shot, then quickly pulled the bolt, ejected the shell and pushed the bullet into the chamber, and fired again.

There was less than a second between the two shots. The two Japanese soldiers on guard didn't even have time to react before they were shot in the head.

The moment Wang Zhong stood up and fired, Bula and Yao Ma immediately rushed out of the woods with their men, quickly approaching the Japanese army's outer positions, and the Thompson submachine guns in everyone's hands also fired.

Wang Zhong did not move forward directly, but stood where he was, quickly emptied the chamber of his gun, and then with a thought, the gun in his hand was replaced with another sniper rifle that was fully loaded with bullets.

Then there was a series of mechanical bolt-pulling shots. Wang Zhong's shooting was so accurate that he never missed a shot. Every time he fired a shot, a Japanese soldier would fall to the ground. With the coordination of numbness and not sharpness, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers became victims of their guns in an instant. They quickly tore a hole in the Japanese camp and then quickly advanced forward.

Yao Ma and Bula were the vanguards in a triangle formation, with the cannon fodder following closely behind. Wang Zhong held a sniper rifle and called out the names of the Japanese soldiers who showed up one by one.

The powerful firepower of the submachine gun, combined with Wang Zhong's precise marksmanship, meant that the Japanese soldiers didn't even have a chance to resist. They were either shot to pieces or shot in the head. Some of them saw the situation was not good and dodged quickly. They hid behind the fortifications and dared not show their heads, and luckily they managed to save their lives.

If there was a machine gun at this time, we don't need a heavy machine gun, a light machine gun will do. We can just fire at them and kill at least several of them.

But it happened that the position chosen by Wang Zhong was extremely good, with infantrymen all around him. Even if there were machine gunners coming to support, they would have been taken care of by the sniper Wang Zhong before they could get into position.

The Japanese troops in the camp were quickly attracted by the gunshots here and rushed over here.

A minute later, at the other end of the camp, Long Wenjian listened to the gunshots coming from the opposite side. He was patient, hid his body, watched the hands of his watch move, and counted the time silently in his heart.

At this moment, Long Wenjian felt that time suddenly slowed down, and every second felt like a year.

The same was true for Meng Fanle and others behind him. They all held their guns tightly and listened to the dense gunshots one after another. At this moment, only the guns in their hands could bring them a little sense of security.

As he was counting, Long Wenjian suddenly stood up, pointed the rifle in his hand at a Japanese soldier who was running towards Wang Zhong and his men about ten meters away, and shot him in the back.

"beat!"

Long Wenjian quickly pulled the bolt to reload, Meng Fanle and others stood up and fired, and more than a dozen unsuspecting Japanese soldiers were immediately shot into a sieve. Long Wenjian took the lead, stepped forward quickly, and jumped into the Japanese camp. Fanle, Kang Ya and others followed closely behind, shouting and holding their guns, following Long Wenjian and rushing into the Japanese camp.

In an instant, the Japanese camp was covered in flames. The muzzle flashes were like countless fireworks. The gunshots were accompanied by the sound of grenade explosions, which came one after another, like cannons bombarding the ground.

Since they were planning to attack the camp, how could Wang Zhong and his men not prepare sufficient equipment?

The assault team he and Long Wenjian organized were basically cannon fodder who ate pork stewed with vermicelli in the same pot in the Zenda shelter. They were almost all familiar faces. Each of them carried a rifle, a submachine gun, bullets and grenades.

Each person has four submachine gun magazines, twenty rifle bullets, and five grenades. Some people even have ten. The key is whether you can carry them.

Dozens of grenades were thrown out at the same time, and the explosion was naturally not enough to cover the entire Japanese camp, but it was definitely not a problem to cover the area of ​​20 to 30 meters around them.

Even so, the Japanese army did not completely collapse. In those areas that were not affected, the squad leaders and team leaders began to organize people to put down the surprise attack by Wang Zhong and others.

But Wang Zhong and his men were well prepared for a charge, and with the help of Wang Zhong, who had a clear understanding of the terrain of the Japanese camp, it was also dawn, the time of the day when people are most sleepy, and the sky was about to brighten, so vision was obstructed.

But the Japanese army is not a pushover after all. Although the cannon fodder's firepower is fierce, the bullets in the submachine guns cannot withstand consumption. If the speed is fast, a magazine can be emptied in one minute, and changing bullets also takes time.

Fortunately, Wang Zhong and his men had already considered this, and more than a dozen people were divided into two groups to change ammunition, which allowed for a seamless transition.

Ten minutes later, the sky gradually brightened. More than half of the entire Japanese camp was occupied by cannon fodder. They took up residence behind the fortifications built by the Japanese army and engaged in a fierce gunfight with the remaining Japanese troops.

At this moment, a loud charge was sounded from the Kuomintang position on the mountain.

"Kill!!"

"Kill the devil!"

"Kill the devil!"

Hundreds of cannon fodder who were left guarding the position rushed down the mountain shouting.

The remaining Japanese troops on the battlefield were all shocked when they saw this situation.

Then they began to flee.

Long Wenjian led his men to kill the Japanese all the way, leaving more than 20 Japanese bodies behind before they stopped.

"Hiss!" Long Wenjian wiped his burning neck and looked down, only to see that his wet hands were covered in blood. The pain from the left side of his neck made Long Wenjian gasp several times.

"Veterinarian! Veterinarian!" Meng Fan, who was a messenger and had been following Long Wenjian, was suddenly shocked and hurriedly called out to Veterinarian Hao.

"Don't worry, I'm fine, it's just a scratch!" Long Wenjian said nonchalantly, as if he was not the one who gasped in pain just now.

"Are you really okay?" Meng Fanle frowned, lowered his head and raised his eyes, then moved closer to check.

"It's really okay! Look! If you don't believe me, just look for yourself." Seeing that he was worried, Long Wenjian also raised his head, exposing his neck, and let him take a closer look at the wound.

Meng Fanle saw that it was really just a scratch. Although it looked scary, the injury was not serious. It just left a shallow scratch on the side of Long Wenjian's neck, and a lot of flesh was torn off. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Injured?" Wang Zhong appeared out of nowhere, watching the two's actions, his eyes also fell on Long Wenjian's neck.

"I was just grazed by a bullet, it's okay." Long Wenjian looked as if nothing had happened.

Wang Zhong said: "Let me show you!"

It was indeed just a scratch, nothing serious. In front of the two of them, Wang Zhong couldn't conjure anything out of thin air, so he waited for Veterinary Surgeon Hao to come before treating Long Wenjian's wound.

Even when applying the medicine, the cotton swab came into contact with the skin and flesh, causing Long Wenjian to grimace in pain, but the pain did not erase the smile on his face.

Nearly half of the Japanese squadron was wiped out in one go, and now the boy is so happy.