When Zhou Yang was about to leave the village, a muffled cow braying attracted Zhou Yang's attention.
"idiot!"
An angry scolding was also faintly heard, making Zhou Yang suddenly alert.
"Hey!" Zhou Yang hugged the old locust tree beside the wild ditch with his hands, stepped on the trunk of the tree with his hard cowhide-soled Martin boots, and jumped up the tree in twos and twos.
Riding on a tree branch, Zhou Yang took out a folding telescope from his pocket and searched in the direction of the sound coming from the village.
finally,
Zhou Yang found traces of people in a closed stone courtyard in the middle of the village, as well as a large cow that seemed a bit awkward and eye-catching here.
"one two three four five six seven······."
After Zhou Yang glanced at the cow eating dry food, he silently counted the number of people in the courtyard.
"It seems that these inhumane Japanese soldiers took over this village, killed the people in the village, and used it as a nursing home for wounded soldiers."
Zhou Yang observed with the binoculars for a long time, and saw a dozen wounded Japanese soldiers with missing arms and legs walking in the yard. He saw medical soldiers coming in and out of the main hall, and he thought there were some sick people in the big room.
These patients with missing arms and legs were nothing to be afraid of. Besides them, there were more than a dozen Japanese soldiers in the yard. At this time, they were standing with their heads lowered in front of a grumpy second lieutenant, listening to the reprimand.
"Baga! Find him for me!"
A Japanese officer with the rank of second lieutenant roared angrily.
"Hai!"
Following the order from the second lieutenant Japanese officer, several Japanese soldiers held their guns and began to search everywhere, not knowing who they were looking for.
"A dozen wounded, a doctor and a female nurse, plus twelve Japanese soldiers."
Zhou Yang judged the opponent's combat effectiveness and felt confident.
After seeing the hell-like scene in Yegouzi, and seeing these figures under the yellow military uniforms again, Zhou Yang no longer had the game mentality of being a third party when he first came here, and there was a faint anger in his heart.
.
At this time, killing these Japs was not only for the mission, but also for revenge for the tragic death of the villagers!
He reached out and fished out a handful of Sanba Gai confiscated from the Japanese soldiers.
"Click!"
Load the bullet!
Aiming at the Japanese soldier who was taking a nap on the sentry tower holding a gun, his finger hesitated on the trigger, Zhou Yang shook his head again and put away the 38 cap.
The distance is more than 300 meters, which is said to be within the effective range of the Type 38 rifle. However, at this distance, if you want to accurately hit the target, it requires more than just aiming. It requires extremely high sniping skills, temperature, and wind.
Humidity, air, etc., will all affect sniper accuracy!
In Zhou Yang's eyes, the target napping on the sentry tower looked no bigger than a can. He was napping with a gun and swaying from side to side from time to time. It was not that easy to hit him.
Especially since Zhou Yang was used to using modern rifles with magnifying scopes, it was really difficult to use the automatic sight of this kind of World War II rifle. Once he missed the shot, he also startled the enemy. In the complex terrain of this mountain village, he wanted to save his life.
It will be difficult to effectively annihilate the enemy yourself.
Zhou Yang slipped down from the tree, sat on the ground and took out all the spears from his pocket.
These long guns really take up too much space. Now that two cubic spaces hold these rifles, there is almost no room left for Zhou Yang to exist.
Zhou Yang quickly checked the condition of these long rifles, and finally left two of the best-maintained and relatively new rifles. Zhou Yang threw the rest beside the old locust tree, planning to come back to pick them up after the battle.
Throwing the two spears back into his carry-on space, holding Rolock 17 in his right hand and a cantaloupe grenade in his left hand, Zhou Yang quickly ran back along the ditch. After going around an alley, he leaned against the wall and crouched towards where the Japanese were.
ran into the yard.
The courtyard where the wounded Japanese soldiers were located was on a higher ground. In the center of the village, there was a courtyard wall made of rocks. There was also a small square in front of the gate. The view was very wide. In addition, the sentry tower was four or five meters high. If
It's easy to spot enemies when they arrive.
but,
Zhou Yang had just been observing with the telescope for a long time. The Japanese on the sentry tower had been standing there for who knows how long. He was now taking a nap with his gun on top.
The Japanese soldiers in the yard scattered in all directions, looking for something.
There was also a thin Japanese soldier, who was rubbing the cow's milk under the cow.
In addition, there were three Japanese soldiers guarding the wounded in the yard.
Zhou Yang, on the other hand, planned to go to the big house, throw the grenade into the yard, kill the three Japanese soldiers first, and then kill the dozen or so wounded, as well as the seriously wounded in the big house.
Plan passes!
Zhou Yang walked very lightly, sticking to the wall all the way, avoiding the sentry who might wake up at any time, and quickly approached the courtyard.
"Hey! Hey!"
Just as Zhou Yang was approaching the courtyard, he suddenly heard someone calling him in a lowered voice.
Zhou Yang looked around when he heard the sound and glanced around, but found no one and thought he was hearing something.
"Stop moving! Don't go any further! Be careful of mines! There are little devils laying them ahead..."
At this time, Zhou Yang was finally sure that someone was calling him, and the voice still had the smell of Jiaodong, Shandong, but at the same time, a slight "click!" sound coming from under the Martin boots also told him that this reminder had been issued.
late!
Zhou Yang suddenly stopped all his movements and froze there. He looked at the base of the wall, where a loose green brick was pulled down, revealing half of his simple and dark face. This man was anxious.
He shouted towards Zhou Yang: "My name is Niu Er, and I am from this village. I saw the little devil laying mines in front of the village chief's courtyard. Don't hold back. I'm telling you..."
As he was talking, Niu Er also noticed something was wrong with Zhou Yang who was standing there frozen, looked at Zhou Yang's feet, reflected it, and turned around anxiously: "Hey! I just called you, don't move, what are you doing?
I won’t listen! What should I do? What should I do? Oh!”
"There is a process for triggering landmines."
Zhou Yang replied softly.
After saying that, Zhou Yang suddenly disappeared there.
Then, in Niu Er's horrified expression, his mouth was about to drop, "bong!" A violent explosion shook the earth violently, and the smell of gunpowder sprayed out of his mouth.
Zhou Yang, who had already hid in his personal space, gently touched his chest to calm his intense heartbeat.
Zhou Yang was really shocked when he stepped on a landmine.
After all, although Zhou Yang has a personal space, he is only a mortal body. If he cannot hide in the personal space in time, a bullet can easily take his life.
Although the portable space is safe, accidents are everywhere. Since traveling through the wasteland world, this is not the first time Zhou Yang has faced life and death dangers.
In a high-risk environment, danger is unavoidable, so Zhou Yang is used to solving problems when he encounters them. If he can't solve them, he will settle for nothing.
But this was Zhou Yang's first time coming into contact with landmines, and he almost got hit!
Zhou Yang curled up and opened the orange water. The slightly sour and sweet juice soaked his thirsty throat, and quickly soothed the trace of fear.
"Japs, cows, Niu Er, and the corpse in the ditch..."
Zhou Yang felt a sense of familiarity just now, and now he calmed down. Suddenly, a movie he had seen before came to his mind - bullfighting!
Although it took me a long time to watch it, some scenes in the movie were so shocking that they were still deeply imprinted in Zhou Yang's mind.
"Is this the trial world of the Lord God?"
He rolled his tongue and licked an orange segment into his mouth. Chewing the sweet and slightly sour pulp, Zhou Yang showed a satisfied smile.
After more than twenty seconds, Zhou Yang controlled the space in his pocket and opened a hole as thick as his little finger.
