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Chapter 1150: Kikumaru-kun is happy

It is said that there is a bright moon, but the late autumn night in the Taihang Mountains is by no means the kind of night where the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the moonlight shines like water and almost every detail on the ground is visible.

The moon would hide behind the clouds from time to time, and the mountains would suddenly become dark. Only the dim light from the torches on the battlefield, whose flames were blown askew in the mountain wind, could give people a little light.

However, if there was not such an environment, even Liu Lang would never be able to sneak into a trench guarded by fifty people without making a sound.

At the moment when the moon hid in the clouds, Liu Lang took the lead. His body, which was at least a bit stronger than ordinary people, was like a giant snake. He knew clearly that he was crawling on both hands and feet, but when the "pretending to eat" duo watched

Come, but it's like twisting forward on the gravel ground.

The two people, who were no more than five meters apart, looked at each other in shock. When they joined the independent regiment and were selected into the special operations brigade, Liu Lang was too busy making money to develop equipment and had no time to train like the first batch.

The sixteen members of the Special Operations Brigade are hands-on in guiding everything. Yu Xiancheng and several veteran members of the Special Operations Brigade are mainly responsible for training and assessment based on his handwritten training syllabus.

Then Liu Lang returned from overseas, and his group went to the Northeast again, and Liu Lang had no chance to personally guide them.

How awesome Liu Tuanzuo is is basically just a legend, a legend spread among veterans.

But today, Liu Lang just crawled and infiltrated, and he convinced two special forces soldiers who had spent a year in the Northeast with a narrow escape.

The tactical action of crawling forward is considered to be the most basic action in infantry tactics. A veteran with strong ability can crawl hundreds of meters in one breath and pass through barbed wire and other obstacles. Only veterans know the key points and difficulties of crawling forward.

Why do recruits involuntarily raise their bodies? Because it saves the most effort, and they have never experienced the horror of bullets whizzing past their heads. But lowering their bodies to only thirty centimeters or even lower from the ground is not enough.

If you want to get faster speed, you must have strong upper body strength.

On a battlefield under heavy artillery fire, lying lower can allow you to dodge more than 90% of the bullets, while climbing faster can allow you to break into the enemy's defense line in a shorter time and dodge the terrifying artillery shells.

and grenades.

Unlike ordinary infantry, the soldiers of the special operations brigade do not rely mainly on the strength of their upper limbs to crawl forward, but on the strength of their limbs. Just like Liu Lang, although the chest and abdomen appear to be touching the ground, they are actually empty. Only limbs are touching the ground.

While the limbs are exerting force, the core muscles are exerting force, and the whole body looks like a snake twisting forward, but the speed is faster.

The two of them were both proficient in the stealth entry technique demonstrated by Liu Lang. However, looking at Liu Tuanzuo who had advanced no less than three or four meters and even reached five or six meters in just one second, they could only admire him. Not only was his skill

, and what’s more important is strength. They know very well what they need most to crawl forward at a high speed that is comparable to the running speed of ordinary people.

It is strength, limb strength and core muscle strength. Liu Tuanzuo is indeed as rumored, and he is worthy of being the only person who can wrestle with Xiong Si and win.

Of course, admiration is admiration, but the "pretend" duo are by no means mediocre, because they carry more weight, and although their speed is slightly slower than Liu Lang, they followed Liu Lang quietly into the darkness after a few seconds.

The trenches.

In the dim light of the torch, Liu Lang made two gentle gestures to the two of them. The two of them understood each other and squatted down close to the trench, one behind the other and one on the left. They both held a short-handled military thorn in their hands.

, most of the attention remains on the left side of the trench.

Liu Lang was telling them not to rush in killing people, he would first catch him alive and find his first target, and the two of them would guard his rear.

Except for the military spurs most commonly used by special forces, both of them had a loaded Black Star pistol inserted into their belts under their Japanese military uniforms. Because they were fighting in trenches, the two of them were slightly too wide when entering the trenches, and their backs were covered by Japanese military uniforms.

He also carried a temporary MP28II with a straight magazine loaded with 32 rounds, plus 5 grenades per person. This thing can be hung on the body, but the Japanese army hung it like this.

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Of course, if it weren't for the fact that the infantry team knew each other, the two special forces soldiers who even took one shot from the 38 would definitely look like standard little devils on this night with extremely poor visibility.

Once the sneak attack turns into trench warfare, two submachine guns with a length of only 80 centimeters but a rate of fire of 600 rounds per minute can beat a bunch of 38-guns into doubt in such a narrow trench.

Of course, it doesn't mean that a submachine gun can kill fifty little devils. You can't win with a rifle, but you can throw grenades, right? If a wave of grenades is thrown at you from a distance, it will be useless for three people to use their guns no matter how good they are.

It's better to kill people quietly.

This is the second line of defense belonging to the Japanese right-wing position. Niu Er has previously observed that there is only an infantry squad of about 15 people on the two trenches 20 meters apart and 300 meters wide. If both lines of defense are stationed,

If there are soldiers, each defense line can only have 8 people at most. This is too thin for a defense line with a width of 300 meters. On average, it takes more than 30 meters for one soldier to enter the fighting position.

If we add in the night and rotate into two shifts, there will only be one soldier in the trench of fifty or sixty meters.

Through the nearly three minutes of observation, although Liu Lang did not find the first target, he had basically confirmed that Niu Er's observation was accurate. In the nearly 200-meter defense line and the two trenches, there were only five people active, and one person

Humming alone, three people were smoking, and one, Captain Cao, who should be the foreman, walked back and forth in the trenches for inspection. In addition to the fact that he was not discovered by himself, it is expected that there will be no more than seven people on the right wing of the defense line.

people.

Liu Lang nodded to the two special forces who were already on alert, crouching down and preparing to pounce on the Japanese invader ten meters away who was still immersed in his singing.

Suddenly, a low roar came from another trench 20 meters below: "Xiao Lin, please stop singing. It will be bad luck if the squad patrol hears it. The squad leader has already strictly ordered not to make any sound."

"Thank you, Takamaru Cho, for reminding me. Koichi Kobayashi knows." The Japanese soldier ten meters away replied with some gratitude and some sadness.

"Yeah!" Japanese Army Commander Cao responded in a rather dignified voice.

As the footsteps of the Japanese sergeant gradually faded away until they were a hundred meters away, Liu Lang, who had been staying motionless against the trench, his eyes flickered slightly, and he had a new plan.

Although Chief Cao didn't say anything, he gave Liu Lang a lot of information. It seemed that he could use it.

Under the slightly leering gazes of the two special forces soldiers, Liu Lang no longer hid his figure. Instead, he stood up calmly and deliberately stepped up his steps.

This naturally attracted the attention of the Japanese soldier named Kobayashi Kobayashi. With a soft roar: "Who?", in the extremely dim light of the fire, a bayonet stretched out from the fighting position and pointed it at the man who was slowly walking over.

Liu Lang.

"Password" Liu Lang did not answer, but asked in a low voice in pure Kyoto dialect.

The Japanese soldier was stunned for a moment and subconsciously replied: "Sakura"

"Baga! The patrol command issued by the squad leader is cherry blossoms, but it doesn't ask you to sing cherry blossoms." Liu Lang had already walked to the side of the Japanese soldier who stood up and took the initiative to put away his gun. The shadow of the helmet in the weak firelight caught Liu Lang.

His face was tightly covered.

Not to mention the Japanese soldier who was so frightened that his balls were cramped with his head lowered, even if he looked carefully, he might not be able to see Liu Lang's features clearly. Even though Liu Lang's figure was a little burlier, Liu Lang was

Lang used the terrain of the trench to cleverly expose most of his body. Such a rough outline was considered normal for the Japanese army.

Although 90% of Japanese soldiers have short legs, it is not ruled out that there may be an occasional genetic mutation. A height of 1.7 meters does not mean that they are impossible giants.

"Hey! Xiao Lin realized that he was wrong. Please forgive Xiao Lin for once." The Japanese army's superior soldiers should be honest children. When they were frightened by Liu Lang, a fake patrolman, they could not help but bow their heads and admit their mistakes.

"Go to the team headquarters to receive your punishment yourself!" Liu Lang said coldly.

"Kikumaru-kun, I..." The Japanese soldier, who lowered his head, was immediately frightened and lowered his voice to beg for mercy.

Although he, a senior soldier, did not know who the patrol commander tonight was, but based on his body shape and accent, the Japanese senior soldier had basically identified him as Commander Kikumaru of the third squadron, who was also Captain Naoo Sanada of Kyoto.

A fellow countryman with a burly figure, he once blocked three Chinese soldiers in a hand-to-hand battle and killed them all. He is known as the best stabbing expert in the entire infantry squad and has always been the most trusted by the squad leader.

Damn it, Kikumaru-kun? Langtanza felt bad all over when he heard this name. Especially the Japanese dog Jiji’s name really makes people feel sad when they hear it.

"This is a military order, and I don't want to repeat it again." Liu Lang also took the initiative to raise his voice.

Of course, that sounds like a high-ranking Japanese soldier, but in fact, it's just a slight improvement.

"Hi!" The Japanese superior soldier nodded dejectedly, walked out of his fighting position gloomily, and dragged his heavy steps towards the left side of the trench with his gun on his back.

He didn't even dare to take a closer look at Liu Lang's military rank, otherwise he would have discovered that this bold fake, a private, was impersonating Captain Cao.

The two special forces who had been on guard for a long time now stood up and took the initiative to play the role of "Kikumaru" Cao Chang's subordinates.

They now understood Liu Tuanzuo's idea. He wanted to use this erring Japanese soldier to take the initiative to lead the way to the Japanese team headquarters and its field radio station.

There are not many people in a small team, only fifty people, which is about the same as a platoon in an independent regiment. The location of this small team headquarters is certainly not a secret to them. It would be a joke to grab a random soldier and ask him where the division headquarters is.

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He was extremely frightened and kept thinking about how to admit his mistake to Second Lieutenant Sanada. The Japanese soldier had no intention of paying attention to the two "comrades" who were only thirty centimeters away from him when he passed by. Otherwise, he would still have a chance to save the man he was silently thinking about.

The boss's.

Unfortunately, Second Lieutenant Sanada obviously had a lot of authority in the infantry squad and frightened the senior soldier. The Japanese senior soldier, who was very sad, had no other thoughts at all.

After continuously passing through the right-wing position and reaching the front position, the four-man team led by the private did not attract the attention of the individual Japanese soldiers in the battle position. Not only was it dejected that the command of the senior private Kobayashi Koichi was correct, but more importantly, they all knew him, and at first glance

With his dejected look, and the figures of several burly soldiers of our own following behind him, we knew that he might have been caught by the patrol. Who dared to look more? He looked at the position in front of him without saying a word.

No one dared to say a word.

Undoubtedly, this is a miracle.

However, miracles are only temporary after all.

What should you do when a fake suddenly encounters a genuine product?

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PS: Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Fengyue wishes all book friends a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and wishes the whole family reunion, happiness and health!


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