"Holding steamed buns in your hand, there was no drop of oil in the dish..."

He Yuzhu looked at the two steamed buns made of sorghum rice in the bowl and a few black beans soaked in vinegar, so he really couldn't swallow them.

What kind of life are you living here?

He wants to eat braised pork, the fatter the better;

It’s good to have junk food, potato chips, and fat house happy water.

He lamented, not dissatisfied. He knew that he had a little bit of food, but he could eat enough. This was better than most people at this time. At least they often ate this meal without a meal.

So he still felt guilty and exchanged military merits for a portion of braised pork and five liang of white rice, which made him savor.

Fortunately, this is a cave. Apart from the cave, he is responsible for guarding the headquarters and guarding one of his own squads, so there is no one else. This also allows him to eat braised pork unscrupulously, without fear of being seen by others.

Then, he drank another bottle, hahaha, it was not endorsed by Leehom Wang.

"Today is the 20th day, and there are still ten days to go out. Unfortunately, the military achievements are almost used up. Do I have to eat braised vegetables every day in the next days?"

He Yuzhu was frightened. It is not scary to be in seclusion. What is scary is that he still can’t eat well in seclusion, and he has to write his study experience.

This torture is even more terrible than sending a woman in.

"No, I have to find a way to kill a few Japanese and earn some extra money."

He Yuzhu thought in his mind that this was a checkpoint a few miles away from the headquarters of Daxia Bay, close to Yangcun, the station of the Independence Regiment.

The only thing that will happen to the Independent Group recently is Yamamoto Ichiki's sneak attack.

Unfortunately, He Yuzhu couldn't tell the boss directly that someone would attack him.

Without seeing the combat power of Yamamoto's agent team with his own eyes, the boss and the others would not believe that there would be such a strong combat power team of nearly 100 people. It would never be true that Yamamoto almost joined the independent regiment headquarters and achieved a record of 200 to zero with less than 100 people.

"In my memory, Yamamoto was touching Yangcun through the dog hole in the village wall at night. Unfortunately, I can't get out now, otherwise I would have buried a few mines in the dog hole and kept it and directly destroyed Yamamoto."

He Yuzhu patted his thighs, feeling a little regretful.

Still not at a high level. If I am the regiment commander and brigade commander now, I don’t have to explain to anyone. I just set up a trap in Yangcun, so that Yamamoto will never come back.

Seeing the soldiers taking away the dishes, He Yuzhu took out a fine cloth to wipe his precious mid-level rifle. The mid-level performance is not as good as the Japanese 38th cover, but He Yuzhu likes that it has a long range and can be used as a part of the sniper rifle, which can fully utilize He Yuzhu's perfect gun technique.

Then he took out a string of wind chimes and hung them on the mountain wall in front.

With this string of wind chimes, as long as there is a fire at the entrance of Yangcun Village, the wind chimes can make a ringtone and wake up.

The soldiers of the guard squad laughed when they saw it.

"Chief, your wind chime is so beautiful, just like it comes from a picture book."

He Yuzhu said lazily: "Of course, this string of wind chimes is the work of Mr. Yu Fei, a master of crafts, which is once a thousand years. It is a priceless treasure and most people are not qualified to buy it."

"And he is not only used for playing, but also has early warnings. If there is a sneak attack by the Japanese, it will remind me."

"Oh, this wind chime has this function, but it's really a baby."

The squad leader held back his laughter, put away the dishes and went outside the cave.

"Just laugh, then I will tell you to know what the wind chime is, the ninth level of proud heaven."

He Yuzhu felt uncomfortable being laughed and hummed.

Since he was in jail twenty days ago, he has hung these wind chimes here, waiting for Yamamoto Ichiki's sneak attack. Unexpectedly, it took twenty days and nothing happened. Now even he himself doesn't know if Yamamoto will come. He just holds on forever.

Lying on the bed of the weed bed and sleeping, He Yuzhu heard the sound of wind chimes in a daze. Then when he came out of the hole, he found that there was a faint sound of gunfire coming from the entrance of Yangcun Village a mile away.

"Chief, you really got it right. There are really Japanese attacks!"

The guard squad leader looked at the entrance of Yangcun in shock and took a breath.

"The Japanese have such a strong firepower. A guard squad of the Independent Regiment was defeated by them when they met. What weapons are they equipped with?"

"It should be the latest American submachine gun, with rapid and light firepower, suitable for individual soldiers to carry fast-moving weapons."

He Yuzhu narrowed his eyes and looked at Yamamoto, but he was still here.

This time, if you travel to this world by yourself, you won’t leave so easily.

"Squad Leader Yang, you lead the soldiers to hide. If the Japanese eat the weight and are determined to break into us, you can fire cold guns and slow down their speed. Don't fight with them. I'll go behind them and put a few cold guns."

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he took a few grenades, picked up his rifle and jumped a few times, and disappeared into the darkness.

...

Yamamoto Kazuki lurked at the entrance of Yangcun Village with his main force, waiting for news about the striker. Not long after, he heard the gunshots, and his pockish face immediately became gloomy.

"Yamamoto, our vanguard was discovered by the Eighth Route Army. It is estimated that the battle will be resolved in two minutes." A special soldier ran to Yamamoto's ear and whispered.

"Baga!"

Seeing that the facts were exactly the same as what he guessed, Yamamoto roared angrily, knowing that the raid plan had failed.

Yamamoto was taller than the sky. He thought his agent team was unique in East Asia. He only looked at strategic goals such as the Eighth Route Army headquarters and the CSI's official residence, and disdained other tactical goals.

Now that the Eighth Route Army has been alarmed, the plan to attack the Eighth Route Army headquarters in Daxiawan will naturally be cancelled and will never be entangled.

"Send an order to change the back road and withdraw the front road!"

Yamamoto waved his hand to issue an order, and the Japanese behind him immediately lowered their bodies and returned quietly from the original path.

Looking at the Independent National League Team that was still noisy, Yamamoto Kazuki smiled contemptuously. The failure of the raid was not because he could not destroy this guy, but because they were not worth doing it themselves.

In this rich land of China, I can leave as much as I want and stay as I want. A person or a small army can't even see his own shadow. Unless the army surrounds his special forces, I will not be afraid of anyone.

Just as Yamamoto was pondering, he found that the road became narrower, and the two mountains ahead locked a road and turned into a level, with only two parallel widths.

At this time, five or six people were trapped in front of the level, waiting for the people in front to pass.

Yamamoto suddenly laughed, and the laughing Japanese officer asked inexplicably,

"Yamamoto, why are you laughing?"

Yamamoto Ichiki smugly touched his bare chin and said disdainfully:

"I laughed at the lack of people in the Jinsui Army, and the Eighth Route Army was young. In such a natural dangerous place, we actually gave us a pass without setting up a squad to defend. If I were them, a squad would be here, which would be able to stop thousands of troops."

"Yes... Yamamoto Kwan is careful!"

The Japanese officer was about to flatter him, but suddenly he saw a thick smoke rising from afar. A bad premonition hit his heart. The Japanese officer had no time to think about it, so he suddenly threw Yamamoto Ichiki to the ground.

boom!

boom!

The mines exploded and dust flew, accompanied by the screams of five or six Japanese.

Behind a hill 800 meters away, He Yuzhu sighed regretfully. Time was too hasty and had not received enough grenades, otherwise at least half of the Japanese would be left this time.

This is the Yamamoto special agent team built by the Japanese with all their efforts. There are only seventy or eighty ones, and one death will make the Japanese jump. If there are thirty or forty deaths, I am afraid that Yoshio Shinozuka will vomit blood.

He picked up the gun and pointed it at a figure and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Fire tongues emerged, and the figure fell down in response. He Yuzhu didn't even see the result of the battle, and immediately moved with a gun.

He is 1vs80 now, so he dare not stay in one place and remain unmoved, otherwise he would be easily surrounded by the Japanese.

He had made up his plans and followed the Japanese to send all the bullets to the Japanese.

He counted the bullets and there were 36 more, enough to drink the Japanese.
Chapter completed!