Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

Niujia'ao is a small village with a total of more than 20 households. In the past, after work was over at night, every house in the village was lit up, and there were occasional laughter and laughter, mixed with the barking of hounds. It was peaceful. scene.

However, today it is quite different from usual. The village is dark, without any light, not to mention human voices, not even a dog barking.

Mukai Jingming held up the binoculars and looked for a long time, but found no abnormal behavior, so with a wave of his hand, two groups of Japanese soldiers surrounded the two mountain roads on the left and right, and went straight to the village to hide.

"Strange, why is there still no movement?" The devil had already approached the edge of the village, but the village was still quiet, and no reaction could be seen.

Jingming Mukai felt very strange, so he ordered the troops to slow down and pay attention to the movement around them.

Carefully touching the edge of the village, the devils carried [-] large caps into the streets of the village, and then walked forward along the ups and downs, winding small streets, looking for the residents of the village.

However, they had already walked half the distance of the village, but they didn't find a house with lights on, and they couldn't hear a human voice, and even the Japanese soldiers who broke into the house didn't find a single person.

"Report to the squadron leader, there is no one in the village." A sergeant ran over and said to Jing Jingming, "These Chinese people are too bad. They took away all the food and livestock, and even threw them into the wells. Animal carcasses, no way to drink."

Mukai Jingming felt a big headache. As a result, the village became a dead village, and his original plan to live in the village was completely ruined.

Originally, he wanted to search for the next village, but Gou Shuli reminded him that it was getting late and it was not safe to walk on the mountain road.

The mountains are no different than the plains. Once at night, the light is dark, and the mountain roads become extraordinarily steep. Coupled with those sand and stones, it is definitely a headache.If you are not careful, you may roll down the mountain and take your life.

After listening to Gou Shuli's narration, Xiangjing Jingming thought about it himself, and felt that what he said was reasonable, so he could only agree to rest in this small mountain village for one night.

Fortunately, the villagers couldn't put the houses in the mountain village on wheels and push them away. Otherwise, the only thing left to these devils would be the low stone walls.

They lit piles of firewood in the house, and the devils ate some dry food with the water in the kettle, and then fell asleep. They were exhausted from walking down the mountain that day, and many Japanese soldiers had big scratches on their feet. Bubble, it hurts badly when you touch it.

Mukai Jingming didn't rest. As the squadron leader, he shouldered the responsibility. After eating a mouthful of dry food, he got up and went out of the house to check the arrangement of the post.

Mukai Jingming carefully checked each sentry position, and after confirming that there was no problem, he moved on to the next sentry position.It can be seen that he is very rigorous and strict in his work.

Cautious and cautious, this is Mukai Jingming's greatest characteristic, which has enabled him to escape dangerous situations several times.

After checking all the sentry positions, he returned to his house after confirming that there was no problem, wrapped himself in a military blanket and sat down by the campfire, and began to study the map.

On the map, they still have two days' journey to reach the Sunset Pass on the east side of Huxiao Ridge, join other troops, and prepare to storm Huxiao Ridge.

"The speed is not good. If this goes on, I won't be able to reach it in three days." Mu Jing Jingming calculated the approximate distance traveled today, and found that it is impossible to complete the next distance in two days at the current speed.

After thinking for a while, he decided to speed up starting tomorrow.

At some point, Mukai Jingming's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't hold the red and blue pencils in his hand anymore. He fell to the ground and fell asleep with his head tilted against the wall.

He was also exhausted after a day's march.

It was very quiet at night, even the night owls in those mountains did not make a sound, and the mountain village was as silent as death.

In the darkness, a figure flashed past, silently touched behind a rock not far from the sentinel set up by the devil outside the village, and then quietly observed him.

The devil's sentinel seemed a little tired, yawning as he walked, but he still kept his eyes open and insisted on his duty.

"Just hold on for another 10 minutes, and I can go back to rest," the ghost sentry walked back and forth, thinking of the warm hay by the campfire, and suddenly felt the chill on his body a little bit heavier, and couldn't help but wrap up in military uniform.

At this moment, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and the devil sentinel couldn't help being stunned, stretched out his hand to pull the bolt of the gun, and asked, "Who?"

But there was no one around at all, and it was still empty in front of me, with nothing but the chilly wind blowing.

The devil's sentry did not give up, and carefully checked the surroundings with a gun, but still found nothing unusual, so he couldn't help shaking his head, "Could it be that my eyes are dazzled, can I make a mistake?"

Just when he was in a daze, a black shadow flashed behind him soundlessly, and the tiger-tooth saber in his hand shone with a faint dark light in the night.

"what--"

The shout of the devil sentinel was cut off while still in his throat, and then the body fell limply to the ground, with blood splashing from his throat, staining the rocks under his feet red.

Chu Yifei twisted his wrist, and the tiger-tooth saber spun in his palm like a windmill, and then disappeared into his cuff. Then he looked left and right, and seeing no one noticed, he dragged the devil's body behind the stone.

After tidying up, Chu Yifei ran away like a gust of wind.

This time, he was going into the village to make a big fuss, so that the devils couldn't even sleep.

Chu Yifei, who grew up in the mountains, was so familiar with the characteristics of this mountain village that he couldn't go wrong even with his eyes closed, so he turned around and reached the village without disturbing the other ghosts.

He observed just now and knew that there were still 10 minutes before the handover of the devil's post was about to take place. He had to withdraw within 10 minutes, otherwise there would be a lot of excitement.

Bending all the way and walking quickly, Chu Yifei turned over and jumped from the courtyard wall of a small courtyard, and arrived at another courtyard. As soon as he landed, he was taken aback.

Less than half a foot away from where he landed, there was a devil's leg in leggings, and above this thigh was the upper body of the snoring devil.

If he landed a little bit off the ground just now, he would have stepped on that devil. In this case, his plan would probably come to naught.

Crouching on the ground, Chu Yifei didn't move for a while, his eyes were fixed on the devil, seeing that he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, he felt relieved.

Leaning forward, Chu Yifei's arms clamped around the devil's neck, and then he twisted violently. With a click, the devil's snoring stopped abruptly, and then he tilted his head and there was no movement.

Letting go of the dead ghost soldier, Chu Yifei put him in a sleeping position, so that even if someone passed by, they would only think he was sleeping.

After dealing with all this, Chu Yifei fled into the night.

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