The blue-grey rocks are surrounded by lush green grass. Zhang Haizheng, from the sniper team of the Lieyan Special Forces Brigade, is lying in the grass, his gun pointed at the fleeing Japanese soldiers down the mountain.
In the crosshairs of the scope, the constant movement of the helmet made him faintly excited, and his finger was already on the trigger.
Not far away from Zhang Hai was the observer Wu Hao, but now Wu Hao did not act as an observer. Instead, he also held a 79 sniper rifle and aimed at the Japanese soldiers who were escaping in this way.
Behind these Japanese soldiers are the brothers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade. They are clinging closely to the back, not far away.
"Bang!"
Wu Hao took the lead and fired uncontrollably. A hole was punched in the head of a running Japanese soldier, and sticky flesh, blood, and brains were sprinkled all over the Japanese soldier behind him.
Hearing someone falling heavily to the ground behind him, the Japs commander Makino Kanan's expression changed as he was short of breath from running, and he hurriedly dodged and hid behind a rock.
"Bang!"
The gun body shook, and a second bullet spurted out of the muzzle. A Japanese soldier who was looking for a bunker in the distance fell to the ground.
The Japanese commander hiding behind the stone raised his 98k sniper rifle, took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing as evenly as possible, and aimed in the direction of the bullet.
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out again, another Japanese man's head was blown off, and Wu Hao's face showed excitement.
"Change positions, be careful of Japanese snipers."
Seeing Wu Hao firing three shots at the same position, Zhang Hai, who was lying in the grass, couldn't help but remind him.
He had resisted firing, just to find the location of the Japanese sniper. Unfortunately, no trace of the Japanese sniper was found.
"It's okay, the devil has become a lost dog..."
Before Wu Hao could finish his words, a bullet suddenly flew over from a distance and pierced his throat. A stream of blood spurted out, and Wu Hao's words suddenly stopped.
Hearing the sound of gunfire, Zhang Hai was also startled. He hurriedly turned the muzzle of the gun, aimed in the direction of the ballistic trajectory, and pulled the trigger in the direction of a stone in the distance.
The bullet pierced the edge of the stone and sent out a series of sparks, then bounced in another direction and disappeared into the soil. Makino Kanan, who had just retracted his head, broke into a cold sweat.
Zhang Hai only had time to fire one shot, and several consecutive rounds of bullets hit the position where he was lying down. The grass was broken all the way, and the Japanese sniper fired back. Zhang Hai rolled his eyes behind the stone.
Red and breathing heavily.
"Wu Hao, Wu Hao!"
Zhang Hai was shouting loudly, but unfortunately there was no response from Wu Hao's position, which made Zhang Hai's heart sink to the bottom.
Intensive gunfire exchanges were heard not far away. The Japanese knew that there were snipers in this direction. After returning fire, under the command of Makino Kanan, they broke out in another direction.
Zhang Hai raised his 98k sniper rifle again and fired two shots at the retreating Japs. After knocking the two Japs down, he hurried to Wu Hao's position.
Wu Hao's head lay weakly on the ground, gurgling blood continued to flow from his beaten neck, dyeing the blood on the ground red, and he was dead.
"Little devil, I'll fuck your grandma!"
Zhang Hai hugged Wu Hao, who was getting colder and colder, and couldn't help but shed tears.
He and Wu Hao hunted together, fled together, joined the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps together, and became members of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade together. They have always been inseparable.
But now this good brother who had known each other day and night died in the hands of the little devil. Looking at Wu Hao, whose cheeks were stained red with blood, and who was still staring at death, his face was full of grief and indignation.
"Brother, just go in peace, I will avenge you!"
Zhang Hai stretched out his hand and slowly covered Wu Hao's wide eyes with his jaw, slowly placed him on the ground, grabbed his 98k sniper rifle, stood up, and chased after the Japs in the direction in which they were escaping.
Although Wu Hao was just his observer, not a real brother, he was better than a real brother. Now that he died so suddenly in battle, it was difficult for Zhang Hai to accept it for a while.
The remaining Japs from the Skeleton Special Forces were running wildly through the jungles of the Lunan Mountains. Behind them, the brothers from the Flame Special Forces Brigade were in hot pursuit.
The sad and angry Zhang Hai also joined the pursuit. In his scope, fleeing Japanese were constantly shot down by bullets.
Unfortunately, in such a jungle, the plants and thorns were too dense, which greatly affected the shooting range and caused many of Zhang Hai's shots to miss.
The brothers of the Flame Special Operations Brigade chased until dark. Although they killed many of the Skeleton Special Forces' little Japs, a small number of Japs still escaped.
The mountains at night looked like dormant giant beasts. The birds and animals that came out to look for food at night exposed their white tusks and roared one after another, filling the mountains at night with a dangerous atmosphere.
Wei Qing, captain of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, gathered the pursuing brothers and camped in the forest, preparing to continue the pursuit after dawn.
Although they were not able to annihilate all the Japanese soldiers of the Skeleton Special Forces in one fell swoop, most of them had been killed and only a small part escaped.
Since it was several days' journey to leave the mountain, Wei Qing was absolutely confident that he would kill all of these Japs before they left the mountain.
Although the brothers suffered casualties, it was a victory after all. Except for the sentries sent out, the brothers gathered around the fire, ate dry food and talked about the day's battle.
Judging from the weapons and equipment they seized from the corpses of the Japs, this band of Japs was indeed quite powerful, and the fact that they beat this little band of Japs to a pulp was enough to make them proud.
The faces of the brothers were filled with the joy of victory, but sniper Zhang Hai was holding his 98k sniper rifle and stood alone, silently staring at the dark mountains in a daze.
"Still thinking about Wu Hao's death?"
Wei Qing, the captain of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, walked to Zhang Hai and sat down. Looking at Zhang Hai who was in a depressed mood, he handed over a piece of light cake.
"Captain, I'm not hungry."
Zhang Hai shook his head. The grief-stricken Zhang Hai just wanted to avenge his brothers who died in the battle, so he couldn't think of anything to eat.
"Alas..." Looking at Zhang Hai's appearance, captain Wei Qing couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Wu Hao is your good brother. I know you feel sad, but he is also my brother, and I feel bad too." Wei Qing chewed the pancake to himself, his deep voice filled with sorrow.
"But we are all soldiers. Since we put on this military uniform, our lives are no longer our own. Being able to die on the battlefield fighting the Japanese will not bring shame to our ancestors."
"Brother Wu Hao went first, which can be regarded as an early rest. It is a blessing. Those of us living brothers may also follow Brother Wu Hao that day. Who can say for sure."
Zhang Hai looked at Wei Qing, the leader of the Lieyan Special Warfare Team, who was full of vicissitudes of life, and remained silent without saying a word.
"But as long as we live one day, we cannot let the little devils ride on our heads. We are men and we must cheer up. We cannot let our descendants become slaves of the subjugated country and let the little devils bully us."
"Eat well and go to bed. We will continue the pursuit at dawn tomorrow. We must kill these little devils, otherwise we will be sorry for our fallen brothers."
After Wei Qing glanced at Zhang Hai, he put the remaining half of the cake into his hand, clapped his hands and stood up and walked towards the fire.