A rustling sound came from behind him, and Lu Feizhou lay motionless on the ground. His ears caught the first hint of movement in the sound, and he immediately determined that it was one of his own.
People wearing ordinary military uniforms and people wearing semi-rigid combat vests make different noises when crawling forward.
"Sir, if that doesn't work, let's go up."
It was the subordinate who knew Japanese who came here. His name was Liang Sixi. He was an authentic old bannerman from outside Guan. He had a narrow face and a slightly longer jaw, and a slightly square jaw. It was similar to the so-called "four-character wide mouth" mentioned in the storytelling.
"Xiao Liangzi, you are so impatient, wait and see. Lin Anyu proposed to go herself. Since he dared to go, he must have thought of this."
With the composure honed during long years of guerrilla warfare, even if his heart arose, his face and tone remained the same as usual.
"Sir, I don't want you to bury people like this. I am a full man, but no one in my family has ever been a eunuch."
Lu Feizhou didn't say anything to this, but it would make Liang Jun feel better if he felt that way.
These guys were the soldiers Zhang Sixing got from the Jing'an Army during his "textbook retreat." Most of his soldiers who were unwilling to follow Zhang Sixing were killed by the Japanese from the 101st Division, and there were only a few left.
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At this moment, Liang Jun and his group only hate the Japanese, even more than ordinary people. Like the teenagers in the mixed barracks, they are all fellow villagers and have a complicated kinship relationship.
"Sir, when did that group of devils treat me... the people of the Jing'an Army as human beings? Sometimes when I look at those who refuse to leave with us, I really want to slap them and call them a fool."
"You talk a lot. Look, the Japanese are about to move out."
Just when Liang Jun wanted to say more, Lu Feizhou gestured to the Japanese military camp with his chin.
Sure enough, after beating several Japanese under Lin Anyu, the deputy commander of the Jing'an Army, they still believed their report. That is, they found some people who were similar to the legendary "Four Elements Demon King".
It is no secret that cloth strips, ostrich boots, and long swords are used in the Japanese army. As for the silencer, the Japanese also know it. However, the island country’s excessively poor resources make them think that this kind of thing neither meets the requirements of bushido nor is compatible with the bushido.
There is absolutely no need for a submachine gun.
A group of people dressed like the "Four Elements Demon King" were active on the battlefield. They must be enemy troops. The soldiers of the Jing'an Army who came to report the news were beaten just to verify the authenticity of the news.
Speaking of which, the status of the Japanese military police in the army is still very high. As Zhang Sixing said, he is the third-level official. The reason why Lin Anyu was not beaten was because he was a regiment commander, so it was only appropriate for him to be beaten by a lieutenant.
A group of motorcycles plus two armored vehicles, together with a car of military police.
Of course, the military police are not planning to fight against the "Four Elements Demon King" on their own. This can be seen just by looking at the walkie-talkie antennas exposed on their armored vehicles.
But the credit for discovering the whereabouts of the "Four Elements Demon King"'s men is not worthy of the Jing'an Army's advantage.
Naturally, compared with the mechanization of the Japanese military police, Lin Anyu on horseback and several of his beaten and bruised subordinates could not keep up, and were soon pulled behind by the military police.
Lu Feizhou, who was hidden in the tree crown, did not dare to move at this time. The cloth clothes on his body were swaying endlessly in the mountain wind together with the branches and leaves of the tree. He was lying on the tree crown like a sloth.
However, Lu Feizhou was very satisfied with the cloth strip outfit. When he first made this thing in Jurong County, the painters had chosen the color of the cloth. After hanging the cloth strip outfit on a tree, it was impossible to tell from a distance.
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Amidst the rumble of the engine, the gendarmerie convoy was getting closer and closer, but Lu Feizhou's heart became more and more nervous.
The military police obviously obeyed orders much better than ordinary troops. At this moment, all the Japanese soldiers in the car were wearing gas masks, and the pipes leading to the canisters were dangling on their chests, like elephants turned into sperm.
At this time, Lu Feizhou became more and more nervous and cursed secretly:
The Japs haven't occupied Jinling City yet. Could it be that the mountain gods on the mountain have already surrendered to the Japs? I'm going to shoot. The wind will get stronger for you. Can you shoot accurately?
But no matter how much he cursed in his heart, the mountain wind that came in the morning became more and more fierce, and the entire tree crown swayed together. Even Lu Zhou felt that he could not aim with the red dot scope on the HP90, which was only as big as a thumb.
The Japanese military police, who were getting closer and closer, did not notice anyone hiding in the canopy of the tree.
Originally, this was not a tropical jungle, with a dense tree crown that was almost opaque. The Japanese's khaki military uniforms would be particularly conspicuous when hidden in the trees, even if they were wearing green military uniforms.
Since most weapons are single-shot manual weapons, hiding in a tree is not a recipe for death.
No matter how anxious Lu Feizhou was and how he cursed the innocent mountain gods and the land, the vehicles of the 18th Division Military Police entered the ambush circle as promised.
At this moment, the shaking of the tree crown did not slow down at all, but Lu Feizhou, who had no choice but to fire the arrow, still shouted,
"beat"
In the era before individual radios, this roar was indispensable to ensure the coordination of attacks.
Just like what Xue Xishan saw last night, although it was difficult to use offensive tear gas canisters at the moment, Lu Feizhou, who had a strong guerrilla habit, still had to remove a lot of grenade fillers.
Taking out a small piece of bread, the man in the lead shook it vigorously a few times in the morning wind. A puff of gray and yellow dust was instantly carried by the morning wind to the gendarmerie convoy.
Although the Japanese wear gas masks, this is something that has been arranged for a long time, so whether it is useful or not, it cannot be wrong to spread ashes on the wind. Even if it does not choke anyone, the two round observation marks on the gas mask
The holes are also obscured by dust and visibility is reduced.
Multiple muzzle flashes suddenly appeared on the tree crown. Although the most refreshing burst of fire could not be used due to the interference of the mountain wind, the intensive bursts of fire still caught the Japanese military police by surprise.
After all, Lu Feizhou, who had a guerrilla background, understood that to deal with this military police force, which only had a few squadrons, dispatching a company would definitely be a concentrated force.
Not only that, when the vehicle stopped, the armored vehicle stopped right under Lu Feizhou.
He put down his hp90 and jumped down from the tree canopy. For someone who doesn't have any skills at six meters, and who is carrying equipment on his back, it would definitely be a shock.
However, the ostrich boots under his feet gave him the greatest cushioning, allowing him to easily and steadily land on the armored vehicle.
But at this time, the man in the armored car behind him was delayed for a few seconds, which gave the man operating the machine gun in the armored car behind him a chance to shoot.
"careful……"
Lu Feizhou was suddenly pushed and lost his balance and fell from the armored vehicle.
However, a burst of gunfire rang out that made Lu Feizhou's scalp explode. He didn't care about the various pieces of meat and vegetables that fell under his armored vehicle. He only had one thought in his mind that made his whole body numb:
It’s over, the Japanese Gendarmerie was alarmed. Without the vehicles and uniforms of the Japanese Gendarmerie, there would be no chance of sneaking into the heavy artillery command post. Brothers from Ande Gate and Guantai Gate, I’m sorry for you.