The twelve brothers of the third special operations team were divided into two combat groups, one on the left and one on the right, searching for traces of the Japanese in the jungle.
In this dark and dark forest, the brothers were all in high spirits. Except for the sound of their feet stepping on the dead leaves, they remained silent the whole time.
Because every brother knows very well that their enemies are very powerful and may be hiding somewhere they don't see and aiming their guns at them.
Two hundred meters behind the third special operations team, sniper Zhang Hai walked cautiously alone with a 98k sniper rifle. He was almost following the footprints of the brothers in front.
In this way, you can avoid the booby traps set by the Japanese in the forest, avoid unnecessary trouble, and ensure your own safety.
Although Wei Qing wanted to assign an observer to Zhang Hai, Zhang Hai was still immersed in the grief of his brother Wu Hao's death in battle and declined Wei Qing's kindness, and Wei Qing did not persist.
Therefore, other sniper teams are composed of two people, and the observer also serves as the assistant shooter, but Zhang Hai is the only one, and he does not think there is anything wrong.
Zhang Hai has now buried his grief deep in his heart. He just wants to find these devils and blow their heads off.
It's a pity that this group of devils seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. They never appeared again after the exchange of fire in the past two days.
Although some brothers suspected that the Japs had left the mountains, Zhang Hai had a hunch that the Japs must be hiding somewhere, watching for them, waiting to pounce on them and bite them at any time.
It was very quiet in the jungle full of low shrubs. The brothers of the third special operations team were looking around and searching. They were already a little slack.
The continuous nerve-wracking search has become too much for them. The thorns have turned their military uniforms into rags. If they want, they can't wait to leave the mountains full of poisonous insects and take a comfortable hot bath.
Then take a nap.
But they haven't found the little devil yet, and the mission is not over yet. They have to work hard and continue searching in the mountains.
Suddenly, the vanguard who was walking in front stopped and made a gesture to the back. The brothers behind him immediately dispersed as if they were facing a formidable enemy. All the bullets were loaded into the barrels of their guns, and they stared straight ahead.
The lead soldier held the flower machine in his hand and pointed his gun at a dense bush not far away. He just felt something moving there.
He turned his head and glanced at the brothers who had dispersed to hide, then held the gun and walked cautiously towards the direction of the bush he suspected. His steps were very light and slow.
The captain of the third special operations team gestured to the brothers around him, and the brothers defended in all directions and were ready for battle.
Sniper Zhang Hai, who was about two hundred meters behind, also noticed that the team in front had stopped. He quickly found a sniper position with a better shooting range and lay down.
In the scope, although the shadowy leaves blocked some of the sight, he still saw that the vanguard seemed to have discovered something, and he was cautiously going to check it out.
Zhang Hai aimed at the large bush, gently pushed the bullet into the barrel of the gun, and pressed his finger on the trigger.
The closer he got to the bush, the slower the vanguard moved. He seemed to have heard his own heartbeat. If there were Japs ambush in the bush, he would definitely be the first to be shot. Thinking of this, his forehead was covered with blood.
Covered with fine beads of sweat.
Suddenly, a figure suddenly flashed in the bushes, and the bushes began to shake. The brother hurriedly raised his gun and prepared to shoot.
But when his eyes saw the figure quickly climbing up a big tree and quickly escaping among the branches, he still did not press the trigger.
It wasn't that there were Japs hiding in the bushes, but just a pine tree that was foraging for food on the ground. Looking at the squirrel, the brother let out a long sigh of relief, and his back was already soaked with sweat.
"It's a squirrel..." The brother turned his head and made a safety gesture to the brother behind him.
"puff!"
Before the brother could finish his words, a bullet suddenly flew over from the right side. A cloud of blood mist rose up from the brother's head, and his body rolled to the left under the impact of the bullet.
This brother's sight moved quickly. He saw countless tree crowns, saw the sunlight seeping through the gaps in the tree crowns, and heard the brothers' roars and gunshots like exploding beans.
He fell to the ground suddenly, suddenly feeling more exhausted than ever before. He heard a brother calling his name and rushing over. Unfortunately, he couldn't help but close his eyes and want to sleep.
Makino Kanan and the remaining Japs lurked in the woods, trying to eat up the third team of the Flame Special Warfare team.
In this forest, gunfire suddenly became denser, with the angry roar of flower machine guns and the continuous firing of hundreds of submachine guns intertwined.
Under the intense fire of bullets, countless branches and shrubs were broken, and screams could be heard one after another in the woods.
"boom!"
Several Japanese snipers were shooting calmly, and with every shot, a brother from the Flame Special Operations Brigade fell down with blood mist emitting from his body.
"Hidden, hidden, the Japanese have snipers!"
The captain of the third special operations team had been shot dead, his skull had been torn off, and he was lying on a pile of rotting leaves, with the deputy captain's hoarse voice yelling.
The surviving brothers of the special operations team were looking for bunkers, but the Japanese, under the cover of snipers, had already pounced on them, trying to eliminate them.
Zhang Hai did not expect that the Japs would dare to ambush them. His eyes were filled with fierce murderous intent. While the brothers and the Japs were exchanging fire, he was quickly running towards the nearest hillside, looking for a sniper position.
When he lay down panting and raised the 98k sniper rifle in his hand, the brothers of the third special operations team had been suppressed to the ground and could not move. The Japanese were trying to get closer and use grenades to deal with them.
A Japanese soldier approached the grenade. With a grim look on his face, he knocked off the safety of the grenade. Just as he was about to throw it, Zhang Hai opened fire and the bullet shattered the Japanese soldier's wrist.
The Japanese screamed, and the smoking grenade fell to his feet. In the Japanese's horrified eyes, there was a loud bang, and the Japanese's flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The unique sound of the 98k sniper rifle made the Japanese snipers all tremble. They turned their guns to look for Zhang Hai's position. They knew full well the threat a sniper posed to them.
The Japanese commander Makino Kanan was also worried. They did not notice Zhang Hai who was two hundred meters behind. The trees covered Zhang Hai. They were careless.
"puff!"
When Makino Kanan was searching for the location of Zhang Hai, the sniper, gunfire suddenly rang out again, and the head of a Japanese sniper exploded.
"boom!"
"boom!"
The other Japanese snipers and Makino Kanan both turned their guns and fired at the same time, but Zhang Hai quickly rolled over after firing, and then moved his position.