Captain Funagi's telescope was fixed on the stronghold where the sudden ceasefire had just occurred, his eyes full of doubts.
I...I just saw a figure...that stronghold...
That stronghold is active. Although it stopped attacking inexplicably just now, shooting has resumed now.
He kept shooting towards the building with his crooked gun. The crisp sound of the Type 38 gun kept ringing.
But Captain Shipeng still felt that the reaction from that stronghold was strange.
In addition, it feels like I just saw a group of monsters. They have human bodies, but their heads are like...like "mushrooms".
Chinese wearing bamboo hats?
Nonsense, wearing a hat to fight at night, anyone who does that must have a damaged brain.
At this time, the group of "mushroom monsters", under the leadership of Zhang Sixing, were quietly passing through various Japanese strongholds.
In fact, except for the Marine Corps surrounding the mixed barracks, the Japanese soldiers elsewhere were relatively less alert.
It's just a matter of watching a few intersections or placing a machine gun nest on the main road.
The Shanghai stock market is too big and there are too few Japanese.
Zhang Sixing, who was carrying a gun on his back, basically didn't use a gun, not only his sniper rifle, but even the box cannon on his chest.
He won't even kill anyone if it's not necessary.
As an elite soldier, he knows when to kill and when to "work" quietly.
Penetration can best reflect the psychological quality and combat technology level of a soldier.
Lurking in a pile of rubble, Zhang Sixing was carefully observing several Japanese Marines dangling on the road.
Here he could see a small second-story building near the intersection that was half blown off by a bomb, with a very crooked handle on it.
Other than that, there are just a few scattered wandering sentries. As for whether there are any lurking sentries, I haven't seen them yet.
This kind of intersection is the most difficult to pass, unless everyone is killed.
Otherwise, it would only take a few minutes for the Japanese to discover that someone might launch a surprise attack on some important targets.
There are not many people on the road. This is an area that has been cleared. If it were not an intersection, not even a machine gun nest would be placed.
But this intersection was the only way they could get close to the Japanese artillery team's position.
"Maybe I have to kill him..."
After thinking for a moment, he stretched out his hand to the soldiers hidden in the pile of rubble behind him, raised one palm and asked them to stop moving and hide on the spot.
With a bear claw blade on his finger, he quietly poked out from the shadows, trying to attack the patrol that had just passed by.
Just at this moment, the firepower on the mixed barracks building suddenly stopped.
This change caused the patrolling Japanese soldiers to stop and observe their surroundings as a habit.
Suddenly the four lines shrank back into the shadows.
At this moment, he was no more than ten meters away from the patrolling Japanese soldiers.
"Yamamoto-kun, the resistance of those guys has stopped."
Another patrol soldier walked over and talked to the soldier named Yamamoto, and he responded casually.
"yes"
Then he looked around and suddenly took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"Ximu, help me block it while I light my cigarette."
Cigarettes, a necessity on the battlefield, are sometimes more important than bullets.
The man named Ximu spoke and pointed in the direction of the artillery team with his chin.
"The Chinese army has been defeated. When their unscrupulous officers fled, they didn't even take their wounded soldiers with them."
"Crack" the sound of the lighter sounded.
The Japanese soldier in front of me obviously did this often. Even if he lit a cigarette at night, there was no trace of fire.
After taking a deep breath, he handed a cigarette with a burning tip in his palm to the man named Ximu.
"His officials are extremely corrupt, and the businessmen are only interested in profit. Do you know how many shops in Shanghai today waved our national flag to welcome the imperial army, and there were also people who brought things to comfort our wounded soldiers."
"Spit" a mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on the ground. Ximu took the cigarette and put it in the palm of his hand, took a puff and said casually,
"It doesn't matter, I know there are such bastards in every country. If there were such a businessman in Japan, I would force him to commit seppuku with a bayonet."
Maybe he felt nauseous. The other Japanese soldier also spit thick phlegm before saying,
"Seppuku? It's too cheap for him. Such a guy is not a samurai and does not deserve to commit seppuku. His whole family should be stabbed to death with bayonets. Not a single despicable bastard should be spared."
At this point, the two Japanese soldiers suddenly changed the topic.
"Yamamoto-kun, I heard that even the medics and nurses in the wounded camp were arrested. They are all very beautiful female nurses."
"Female nurses? I hope they can be included as comfort women. In that case..."
Then the two Japanese soldiers laughed obscenely.
But they must have been laughing for a while, as the serrated teeth of the bear claw blade peeking out from the shadow behind them were scattered with tiny rays of light.
Zhang Sixing, who was preparing to take action, was not motivated to kill because of what he heard.
After being baptized by the Spanish battlefield, I had a hard-hearted heart in response to what I saw and heard on the battlefield.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to take action, there was suddenly a messy sound of horse hooves.
Then came the sound of drivers driving horses.
Not only that, but there was also some faint chatter and laughter carried by the night wind,
"Imperial Army...this...Hadmen, you..."
Damn it, a traitor turned out so quickly, it’s not worth making a fuss about.
After all, in the future, the number of puppet troops will even exceed the total number of Japanese invaders. It can be regarded as a "Guinness" in World War II.
With a gentle movement in mind, he took off the sniper rifle from his back.
I tried my best not to make any noise along the way, worried that it would affect the assault gun team's position, but now it seemed that I had to use it. I stretched out four fingers back and pointed at my feet.
As he gave the order, four "mushroom monster"-like figures scurried over.
At this time, two smoking Japanese soldiers confidently carried their guns and greeted a military supplies carriage slowly approaching with their eyes.
There were three people on the carriage, two of them were wearing the yellow uniforms of the Japanese army, and the other one was the carriage owner.
They weren't too nervous. Three people in a carriage could make big waves.
Besides, there is a two-man machine gun team on the small building behind.
The two waved and gave instructions on the roadside,
"stop"
As they made a sound, two more Japanese soldiers from the half-detachment of seven scattered nearby came running over.
The leader was the sergeant who led the team. Three Japanese soldiers stood behind him in a half circle with bayonets drawn.
At this time, four people who looked like "mushroom monsters" also hid in a place not far behind them.
Just by glancing at the figures of the four people, Zhang Sixing knew that they were his four captains. He was slightly worried about Hansen's injury, and there should be no problem with the other three killing people from behind.
When my eyes returned to the scene, I immediately felt that something was not right in front of me.
The coachman jumped up and bowed to the four Japanese soldiers, and that guy turned out to be a coachman who knew Japanese.
"Taijun, we are sending ammunition to the front. This is a common symptom of the military. You have worked hard, worked hard, come and smoke a cigarette."
While using the sergeant's flashlight to check the pass, Zhang Sixing slowly raised his sniper rifle.
From the corner of his eye, he paid close attention to the strange exchanges on the road.
It is said that during World War II, the Japanese navy and army did not deal with each other, and it was common for them to undermine each other, and even made many jokes.
But the two Japanese Army soldiers carrying the baggage were too aloof. When they saw the Marine Corps sergeant, they didn't even get off the carriage.
Something is wrong, absolutely something is wrong.