Chapter 50 The Sorrow of the Sharpshooter

If others say this, Huang Linzhi will definitely take a sip of thick phlegm overnight on his face and give him a ham by the way. You should know which of the top troops these sharpshooters are the best, and few of them can be better than them.

But the person who said this was Chen Feng. He had nothing to say and was convinced, because he had seen Chen Feng's power with his own eyes, and the other lives were saved by Chen Feng.

After leading the cavalry regiment to station in this wilderness, Huang Linzhi, like many ordinary soldiers, was ambitious and thought that he could make a reputation in this wilderness and earn honor for Chinese soldiers.

But the fact is like a blow to the head, which made these longing soldiers suffer a heavy blow. The precise shooting skills of the Japanese sniper, the endurance and incubation of the Japanese sniper, and the magic tactics have turned the whole wasteland into a trap full of danger and traps.

At that time, Huang Linzhi took the four soldiers with the best shooting in the company. Five people entered the wilderness ambitiously and planned to make some achievements to let the devils see.

The devils didn't look at it, but welcomed them with bullets. In less than half an hour, the four soldiers fell under the gun of the Japanese sniper, and he was also trapped in a piece of rock, relying on the desperate cover of the soldiers to avoid a disaster

He was safe for the time being, but the devils were looking for an opportunity to kill him with one blow, and as time went by, he began to be impatient.

And when his patience reached the limit, he called to jump out and fight with the devils, the devil snipers outside suddenly fell down one by one, and in the process, they didn't even find out where the person who killed them was.

Huang Linzhi was saved. When a person similar to the bush suddenly appeared in front of him, Huang Linzhi was also shocked and almost shot him.

The person who came was Chen Feng. He passed by nearby and found Huang Linzhi trapped. From his military uniform, it could be seen that he should be from the 29th Army, so he saved him.

Huang Linzhi was naturally very grateful. He invited him to his cavalry company and entertained Chen Feng while recovering himself. The two of them were like-minded and soon became friends.

From Huang Linzhi, Chen Feng learned about the wasteland sniper battle. He suddenly became interested and joined in with Shan Xiao and Viper.

Since they joined in, the devil's snipers have been unlucky. People have been killed, and the mortality rate has risen sharply, especially in the area where Chen Feng is lurking. The mortality rate of devil snipers is not rising in a straight line, but jumping up.

Therefore, when Chen Feng said that these sharpshooters were rookies, Huang Linzhi did not refute at all, but added fuel to the flames, "I said, have you ever thought about taking an apprentice?"

"Apprentice, who, you?" Chen Feng put down the gauze and strips in his hand, looked up at Huang Linzhi and grinned, "It's not that I hit you. Even if you are old, you are still a target. At most, the fixed target has become a mobile target."

When Huang Linzhi heard this, he laughed and scolded, "You boy, don't devalue me. No matter how bad I am, I won't go to that level."

Chen Feng smiled and looked solemn. He stared at Huang Linzhi and said slowly, "Huang Linzhi, do you want to say good things for those so-called sharpshooters?"

Huang Linzhi sat down on the ground beside Chen Feng, reached out and pushed Xiong Da's four-forked arm aside, looking very solemn, "Yes, it's them."

"I'm surprised that he doesn't belong to your cavalry company. He doesn't have any intersection with you except to borrow your camp. Why are you so busy and enthusiastic? Say, what do you have any plans?"

"There is too much blood." With a sigh, Huang Linzhi turned his eyes to the sharpshooters who walked out of the camp and walked towards the southwest wilderness. "These soldiers have sent everything to this wilderness. They are really respectable people. I hope they can shed less blood."

"It's not too much to shed the blood of the devil." Chen Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and hummed from his nostrils, "I can consider your suggestion. As long as it can make the devils bleed more, I can sacrifice a little more time to sleep."

Seeing that Chen Feng agreed obscurely, Huang Linzhi was very happy. He waved his hand and shouted boldly to Chen Feng, "Let's go. The cooking class stewed a pot of braised pork. It happened that I still have a jar of bamboo leaf green. Let's go and have some."

" Braised pork, where, where?" Xiong Da and Xiong Er, who were sleeping next to them, got up and rubbed their eyes and looked around. They were so cute.

Huang Linzhi really wants to give himself a mouth: let your mouth owe, in front of these two foodies, what kind of braised pork; not to mention such a tempting thing as braised pork, even if it is a pot of nest, these two foodies will not let it go.

Chen Feng looked at Xiong Da and Xiong Er's naive appearance and couldn't help laughing. He stood up from the ground, grabbed his Type 95 sniper gun, turned around and walked out of the camp door. "I won't go. Let Xiong Da and Xiong Erdai work."

"Big boss, it's very kind of you. I know that my brothers like to eat." Xiong Da touched his belly and smiled.

"Xiong Da, I'm hungry!" Xiong Er's favorite thing to say is this sentence.

Huang Linzhi was so regretful that his intestines were about to turn blue. He really regretted that he was too short-mouthed and woke up these two foodies, but there was nothing he could do. He had to take Erxiong to the cooking class.

He now hopes that the old monitor of the cooking class can see Xiong Da and Xiong Er following him in advance and hide most of the pot of braised pork.

On a hillside, the sharpshooters stopped, and everyone greeted each other, then dispersed and walked in a non-stop direction.

In the next day and night, everyone will fight for life and death on the wilderness, and separate a life and death with the sniper of the devils. When you withdraw from the wilderness, you can see how many other companions can live!

At the same time, on a mountain pass more than ten miles away, a team of Japanese soldiers in disguise stood solemnly, as if waiting for something.

There are about 30 Japanese soldiers in this team. Although they are wearing the same military uniform as the Japanese agents they saw that day, their faces are not their faces, but some strange faces. If you look closely, you will find that although these Japanese soldiers are also very calm, they lack the toughness and murderous spirit of those agents.

With the sound of the horn, the transport truck drove in from outside the mountain pass. It came to the Japanese soldiers and stopped. Then the rear baffle of the carriage was opened and the agents jumped down.

The three snipers disappeared. They had sneaked into the wilderness long before dark and did not act with the large army.

Second lieutenant Qu Yan also jumped out of the car from the co-pilot's position and stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the whole team of agents, and his Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which he had always been with him, was put in the cab and not taken out.

When the team was finished sorting out, Second Lieutenant Qu Yan walked up to them and cleared his throat. "Dear warriors of the Japanese Empire, thank you for your hard work."

"Allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor!" Both the agents and the Japanese soldiers of the independent mixed brigade answered in unison.

Second Lieutenant Qu Yan nodded with satisfaction, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the mountain pass. "Next, it will be the time for you to show your skills. You will enter the wasteland through this mountain pass, where there are countless Chinese soldiers hidden. They will be your enemies."

"No, it may not be accurate to call them enemies. They are just the prey of your hunting this time. They are the source of your achievements. You will get enough value from them to accumulate to achieve your own goals."

Some soldiers of the independent mixed brigade are breathing much more. They are ordinary soldiers. Naturally, they are very interested in meritorious deeds, because that is the foundation of their promotion and the basis for their better and better lives in the future.

Maybe the Japanese soldiers have the idea of being loyal to the emperor, but they are just ordinary people. Who doesn't want to live a better life for themselves and their families?

I have to say that Second Lieutenant Qu Yan is very good at catching people. His few words have greatly improved his momentum, and many Japanese soldiers have even been eager to try.

After saying a few more words, Lieutenant District Yan raised his right hand, pointed straight to the wilderness in front of him, and shouted, "Go, warriors of the empire, create a legend that belongs to you with your fearless samurai spirit and skilled shooting."

The soldiers of the independent mixed brigade took the lead, and the fifteen soldiers of the special forces followed and went to the wasteland together. On the edge of the wasteland, they would be scattered. An agent was matched with two ordinary soldiers of the independent mixed brigade to form a sniper group.

Among the three members, two soldiers of the independent mixed brigade did not know that they had a very clear positioning in the eyes of Second Lieutenant Qu Yan and those special attack members.

This positioning is - bait!

"Those who achieve great things should not have the benevolence of women. If there are some who should be sacrificed, they will naturally be sacrificed." Looking at the soldiers of the independent mixed brigade who were gradually disappearing, Second Lieutenant Qu Yan pulled the white gloves on his hand, gently touched a trace of dust on his body, and then sighed very narcissisticly, "Yuan, Qu Yan, you really have the potential to become a hero."

He seconded these ordinary soldiers from Shimizu Wenfu. Nominally, he needed the cooperation of these Japanese soldiers. The real purpose did not tell Major Shimizu at all, because he knew that if he knew his purpose, Major Shimizu was likely to shoot directly at him.

His practice is shameless and angry for many orthodox soldiers, because in their concept, a commander who slaughters his own soldiers is absolutely unforgivable.

Of course, it was not the agents he brought who sacrificed Second Lieutenant Qu Yan, but the soldiers who took Shimizu Wenfu's soldiers: Anyway, they are not their own people. If they die, they die. They don't feel sad.

In this way, after being intoxicated by himself for half a day, Second Lieutenant Qu Yan returned to the cab of the transport truck, picked up the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and looked at it to "drive and go back to the camp"

He expected the time of this operation to be one night, so he decided to go back first and come back tomorrow evening to accept the gains of the agents.

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