Lurking in the darkness, Zhou Weiguo was like a cheetah, quietly waiting for his prey to come to his door.
Zhou Weiguo has not been on the battlefield for a long time. No matter who it is, they will advise him that the son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. He is the commander of a division, and there will naturally be soldiers who fight desperately on the battlefield. If he is really needed as the division commander, he will go there.
If he fights desperately, it means that the independent division has reached a critical moment of life and death. At that time, no one will stop him. Zhou Weiguo does not agree with this statement. In his opinion, everyone's life is the same, no matter which soldier
, are all his comrades-in-arms. Otherwise, he would not have been swept away by the turbulence and come to this world in order to save an ordinary soldier. Since others can go to the battlefield, why can't he, the division commander?
People in this era still have more or less concepts of superiority and inferiority. Of course, it should be more or less.
Zhou Weiguo held the gun and felt hot in his heart. How long had it been?
The corners of his mouth curled up, and the distant firelight reflected in Zhou Weiguo's dark eyes. Then, Zhou Weiguo slowly pressed the trigger.
"Bang!" A gunshot awoke the Japanese squad who were having a bonfire party, and the Japanese who was hit fell straight down.
Liu Gao lay next to Zhou Weiguo, not to be outdone, he also fired a shot, and then a Japanese soldier fell down.
The bonfire was burning, and the enemy's goal was too obvious.
Zhou Weiguo did not stop, continued to change the target, pressed the trigger, "Bang!"
Liu Gao did not stop, and then fired, "Bang!"
It wasn't until four Japs fell that the other Japs reacted, "Enemy attack! Hidden!"
Of course, when the four Japanese soldiers fell, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Gao each fired two shots! Only a few seconds passed.
When Zhou Weiguo saw the Japanese prostrate on the spot, he made no other moves and continued to change targets without any sloppiness. The bonfire was still burning.
"boom!"
It wasn't until this gunshot that anyone from the Japanese reacted to the fire! "Quickly put out the fire!"
"Put out the fire?" The soldier was stunned, but he quickly reacted, picked up the soil nearby and threw it into the fire.
The bonfire emitted white smoke unwillingly and was finally extinguished.
Of course, before he was killed, Zhou Weiguo fired two more shots and took away the lives of the two Japs.
At this time, of the 13 Japanese in this team, only 4 of them had been killed by Liu Gao and Zhou Weiguo.
Once the fire is extinguished, the terms of both parties will be equal.
However, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Gao adapted to the darkness faster, and Zhou Weiguo clearly remembered the locations of the remaining four Japs, so Zhou Weiguo still did not stop shooting.
"Bang!" A shot.
A bunch of liquid splashed on the Japanese soldier.
The Japanese Army Sergeant was frightened before he even saw the enemy. They all put out the fire, but why could the enemy still aim? The only blood splashed on his face was blood. "Ya Lu!" the Japanese Army Sergeant's tone was trembling.
, "Everyone, focus on me!"
"team leader."
"team leader."
There were two slight sounds.
The Japanese military commander felt extremely regretful. Why did they stop here to bury pots and make rice? Wouldn't it be better to find a village? Now it's better. Before a minute has passed, only 3 of his 13-person team are left!
"Shoot forward, suppress the fire, and retreat at the same time!" It didn't take long for the Japanese Army Sergeant to make a decision, because if he didn't make a decision, he was afraid that he would not be able to make another decision. But soon, he felt
My head hurt, and then I heard gunshots in my ears, and I didn't know anything else.
"Captain!" The remaining two Japs were not just scared, but deeply fearful! What kind of enemy were they facing, and they could still aim in the dark! Moreover, it seemed that they had never missed!
"Run away!" One of them got up and stumbled back, and the other hurriedly followed.
Zhou Weiguo curled up his lips and had no intention of leaving these two people behind. Someone always had to pass on some things. He just wanted to tell the Japanese that he, Zhou Weiguo, was here.
Some things, some hatreds, need to be resolved quickly.
"Master, you fired too fast." Liu Gao complained slightly. He learned a lot by following Zhou Weiguo, but he also deeply realized the gap between him and Zhou Weiguo.
"Let's go and eat something hot." Zhou Weiguo smiled, "I think the Japanese must have made some soup."
"yes!"
So Zhou Weiguo stood up, patted the dirt and went to where the Japanese were. In the past few days, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Gao had not had a good meal, although they were not hungry!
"Hey, it's still chicken soup!" Liu Gao lit the bonfire again. At this time, they were not afraid of any Japs nearby. They had noticed that there was only one Japs team within ten miles.
Zhou Weiguo smiled, took two bowls and filled them with soup.
Then he handed Liu Gao a bowl.
For Liu Gao, Zhou Weiguo was his division commander and he was superior. Although after getting along with him for a while, he found that this division commander was very talkative. It was obvious that he was very touched when he saw Zhou Weiguo making soup for him.
Most of the soldiers in this era are very simple. If you treat him well, he will pay you back ten points.
"Thank you, Master." Liu Gao took it. The soup was still a little hot, but it did not prevent Liu Gao from swallowing it.
Zhou Weiguo smiled and started to drink. For the past few days, he had been eating canned compressed biscuits and the like, which was indeed a bit dry. In addition, the weather was hot, and his body was indeed uncomfortable.
After taking a sip, Zhou Weiguo tasted that the Japanese had added miso. He frowned slightly, but Zhou Weiguo continued to drink. At this time, he could not be picky.
Some people like Japanese miso very much.
But Zhou Weiguo happened to be the kind that he didn't like.
Chicken soup Chicken soup, of course it can’t just be soup, it will also include chicken.
"Master, the Japanese made rice!" Liu Gao found the fragrant rice from the pot on the ground and exclaimed. How long has it been since he had a good meal of rice?
"Put it on." Zhou Weiguo quickly finished the soup and handed the bowl to Liu Gao.
"Yes!" Liu Gao was very happy that Zhou Weiguo could tell him something, so he quickly packed a bowl of rice for Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo took another pair of chopsticks from a slightly flat stone prepared on one side. To be honest, without him and Liu Gao, this team of Japanese soldiers would have enjoyed this dinner.
Zhou Weiguo is a southerner, a true southerner. When the white rice entered his mouth, Zhou Weiguo felt that it was more delicious than anything else. It was simply a delicacy in the world.
Of course, it's not that he can't get food, but that it's troublesome. Collecting firewood, lighting a fire, washing rice, and cooking are all a bit troublesome.
Zhou Weiguo ate the rice with big mouthfuls, and then fished some chicken from the pot from time to time. Thinking of the famous rice with chicken soup in later generations, he ate even faster.
