The wreckage of cars on the road and the burned Japanese corpses and clothes were still on fire. There were more than 30 corpses, and several of them were burned to their teeth and cracked their mouths, fully demonstrating the extreme pain before death, emitting a mixture of human flesh, hair, rubber shoes, blood, and engine oil. Some were burned like a piece of curved wood, and some were shot and bullets, twisting on the ground like a spasm before death. Such a thrilling picture was now displayed in front of the eyes of Colonel Okabe Naomura, the commander of the ancient Japanese army.

"Your Excellency." The squadron leader Saito walked over, "The enemy is about fifty or sixty, and has retreated into the jungle. Please allow Huzhi to lead his troops to pursue him."

"How did they escape the search?" Okamura Naomura glared, "The enemy lurked beside us, but we still think this is already a safe rear."

"Your Excellency, I believe that these people may be the remnants of the remnants left by the National Army when they retreated." Saito paused and continued: "They were trapped in the jungle, lacking food and bullets. This time they wanted to seize supplies. If we hadn't reinforcements were timely, they would have succeeded."

"Saito-kun said they haven't supported it for long?" Okabe Naomura thought, "But according to the surviving soldiers, this group of people has strong firepower and is not in a hurry to rush up to grab supplies?"

"There are not many people, so it is probably because they are afraid of rushing out and exposing their strength." Saito thought for a moment and said.

Okamura Naomura pondered for a while and nodded, "Saito, I order you to lead your troops to pursue the enemy, be careful and beware of the enemy's fraud."

"Hayi!" Saito stood attentively and saluted his squadron. He brought some supplies randomly and followed the retreat route of the Rangers. He was not very satisfied with the supplies to stay in Tonggu to guard the guards. This time he had the opportunity to make a contribution, and he was extremely excited.

"The Japanese devils are catching up with each other, and there is about a squadron." Hong Dabiao, a member of the remote team behind the palace, ran over and reported to Wu Minghui.

"A squadron! It seems that the Japanese look down on us!" Wu Ming stood up with a sneer and ordered: "The snipers from each team stayed behind and attracted the Japanese army with me. The others followed Captain Huang to ambush the rocks. Fu Lijun was responsible for it."

"Yes." The easy victory in the first battle made the Rangers' members full of confidence. The answer was particularly loud.

In the jungle, there are towering ancient trees, with thick layers of humus on the ground. When you step on it, you turn into silt mud and exudes a pungent smell everywhere. The humus layer is soft and deep, just like a swamp. It has no calf.

"Bang!" The gunshots in the jungle seemed a little dull. A Japanese vanguard's vanguard's head immediately splashed with a pot of red and white oil paint and fell on the soft land.

"Bang! Bang!..." "Da da da..." The Japanese immediately poured a rain of bullets into the depths of the jungle, shooting down countless broken leaves.

The enemy did not appear, and this silence made the Japanese devils feel restless and nervous. After chasing into the jungle, the soldiers who fell under the cold gun had reached an astonishing number of nineteen. Except for vaguely seeing a few figures flashing across the distance, they still found nothing.

"Damn the jungle. Damn the bastard!" Saito cursed hatred. The soldiers' clothes were already wet with sweat, and the smell of sweat and the smell of the jungle were filled with. But in this jungle, the speed of pursuit was impossible to increase, and it was even more a joke to divide the troops and encircle them. This place was no more difficult than plains and mountains, so it was impossible to expand its troops.

"Your Excellency, are we going back the same way?" A small team leader frowned and asked for instructions: "It will be late. If we chase after you, we will camp in this jungle."

Saito thought for a moment, shook his head gently, and asked for his life to pursue him. Not only did he get anything, but he also killed many soldiers. This face cannot be lost no matter what.

"Baga!" Saito stared at him and scolded, "Are we cowards? Just let the murderer who killed the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire run away. The supplies we brought are enough to support for five days. We must chase them and punish these abominable Dizhi people. You are fully responsible for setting the way forward. How can the Chinese Dizhi people surpass us, the great Japanese imperial army trained by the jungle?"

"Hayi." The captain stood at attention and led his subordinates to chase forward.

The enemy gave up the blocking and fled in panic? Or was there another conspiracy? The cold guns on the opposite side suddenly stopped, and the Japanese pursuit troops were progressing rapidly, and Saito became a little suspicious. Before leaving, Okabe Naomura's advice sounded again, be careful and beware of the enemy's fraud.

Next, there seemed to be a sound of running water in front of me." A Japanese who was chasing in front of me reported with a happy face.

"Is that a small river?" Saito said to himself, and then immediately said to the soldier: "Tell Captain Murata that speeds up and this will be the best place to stay in the camp at night."

"Soldiers, listen, there is a small river in front of us! We can not only drink water hard, but also take a bath. Go forward quickly!" Without Saito's order, the Japanese captain was already excited to boost morale.

The Japanese soldiers accelerated their advancement, and although urgent, they remained on alert.

The Japanese devils cheered, and the ding of the stream was the most beautiful and refreshing song. The sound of the stream was caused by a two-meter-high drop. A stream splashed down in the green bushes, splashing layers of water under the steep cliffs. Under normal circumstances, it was not a waterfall or even a landscape, but for the suffocating soldiers who came out of the ancient woods, it could be said to be a paradise. The soldiers were inspired by this almost illusory scene and became obsessed with it.

Suddenly someone screamed, and a Japanese devil fell down with a rifle upwards, disappeared on the ground, and then let out a shrill wail of inhumanity.

"Be careful of the trap!" The Japanese squad leader loudly reminded the soldiers and ordered the two soldiers to drag the trap down.

When the Japanese devil who fell into the trap pulled out of the bamboo stick, his stomach dragged out, and blood was splattered on the trap. The sharp bamboo stick penetrated from the soldier's lower abdomen like a straight bayonet and came out from the back. He was placed flat on the ground and immediately turned into a bloody pit under his body. His eye sockets were cleaved deep, and blood was flowing in his mouth. He looked at the Japanese captain, his lips covered with blood foam moved, and his head tilted and he died. He grabbed two handfuls of blood mud in his spasm.

"Baga!" The Japanese squad leader raised his head and looked at the silent jungle and stream in front of him, and a fire of resentment rose from his chest. I want to avenge the dead soldiers!

"Boom" A fire suddenly burst out in front of your eyes. It was a thunder jumping up from the grass one meter high. After a loud explosion, countless pieces of debris thrust at the Japanese devils with a hot hot wind, causing a ghost crying and howling.

When Saito rushed over, he saw an extremely bloody scene. The power of the thunder-hopping made by the United States was indeed extremely powerful. There were more than ten corpses on the ground. Some of the corpses of the Japanese turned into hornet nests, burlap bags, broken limbs and broken arms everywhere. Not far away when he looked up, there was a gurgling stream, but because the Japanese squad leader had died on the ground, the remaining Japanese didn't dare to move forward any more.

Saito's heart suddenly sank. The sandy beach next to the stream is the most suitable place to camp, but if you cannot judge the situation of the enemy opposite, this open land without the woods is the burial place for the soldiers.

"Organize the vanguards to search the other shore, determine the whereabouts of the enemy, and prepare fire protection for other troops." Saito thought for a moment and ordered the officer next to him.

In the jungle on the other side, only Wu Ming and nine snipers were lying silently in the bushes, behind the stones, the black muzzle pointed at the other side. A small team behind them was scattered four or five hundred meters upstream and downstream of the stream, responsible for the alert. The remaining people had already crossed the stream from the downstream from the stream and surrounded the Japanese army behind them. Wu Ming and others were in groups of two, scattered very wide, and the selected positions were also very hidden and clever.

The sun that was about to sink into the West was so bright, and the blazing red light reflected the western sky red, like a fire everywhere.

"Bang!" Wu Ming took the lead in firing. A Japanese vanguard fell on the rocky beach on his back. The other six Japanese stumbled on the ground in a hurry. The Japanese guns were crazily pouring bullets here, but the blind shooting effect was very poor.

"Bang!" "Bang!"..., the monotonous and rhythmic rifles sounded from time to time, and the Japanese vanguards exposed to the rocky beach were killed and injured one by one. Wu Ming chose the Japanese rifle for the Rangers. The barrel was long and the gunpowder was burned fully, and there was almost no remaining flame. When shooting in the jungle, it was difficult to find the position of the sniper by just relying on sound.
Chapter completed!