Chapter 95 Big Knife Plan 5

At a corner of the mountain pass, two devil sentries were lying in the grass with rifles in their hands, with thatched camouflage on their heads. Even during the day, it is difficult to find them without approaching.

These two devils are the secret whistles of the Hattori Brigade, who are specially responsible for guarding the northwest.

Recently, the Blood Flag Special Team has been so noisy that the devils are so frightened that they have to strengthen their border vigilance. Whether it is a bright or dark whistle, they are all arranged.

In the grass, the two devils stared at the opposite hillside with good eyes. There is a path in the bush there. If you want to come down from the mountain, you must go through there.

However, the two of them don't expect enemies to appear there. "That group of evil stars, don't come here."

Today's Hattori Brigade is full of cicadas for the Blood Flag Special Forces, and they don't even want to mention it, let alone face them.

"Why is this damn duty time so slow?" From time to time, the two devils looked at the camp in the distance, hoping that the changed figure would appear soon.

Nowadays, duty, especially at night duty, is the most headache for Japanese soldiers. It is better during the day, and the probability of being attacked is relatively small, but it is different at night. It is really a good time to kill and set fire. The Blood Flag Special Forces like to choose black hands in such weather.

Time passed by minute by minute. Seeing that the time was approaching 1:30 in the morning, and another ten minutes, it was time to change jobs. The two of them were relieved and felt that the hard life had finally survived.

Suddenly, a Japanese soldier stared straight at the opposite hillside, and then his mouth opened. He threw three eggs into it and didn't touch anyone.

Another devil sentinel found his abnormality. He gently touched his companion and asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

The first devil soldier's body was a little stiff. He stretched out his hand and pointed his finger to the opposite hillside. His tongue staggered, "There, there."

The second devil followed his finger and found a shadow floating on the opposite hillside, floating back and forth about a meter above the ground.

The two of them opened their eyes desperately and almost pulled out their eyes. Only then did they see that it was a white figure.

However, this figure is different from a normal person. He is more than two meters tall, but he is as thin as a hemp rod. He is thin and tall. He is dressed in white clothes and looks so empty, swaying left and right with the shaking of his body.

What do the two devils think? Why do they think this guy is not like a human? They suddenly remembered a legend in this area, and suddenly felt that their hair was blowing all over, and their hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

"It won't be true." The two looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.

As soon as they lived here, they heard the legend that there was a fierce ghost living in the mountains in this area. He would come out to wander out in the dead of night. If someone met him, he would be strangled to death.

The Japanese are the most superstitious, so they are particularly afraid of this legendary fierce ghost. They will shrink in the barracks at night and will not come out if they can't come out.

That is, the uncoordinated body shape. The fooling action made them more and more sure that they were the legendary fierce ghosts. They grasped the rifle in their hands and even had the impulse to turn around and run.

But the responsibility told them that this was their sentry position, and they absolutely could not leave their posts without permission, otherwise they would be disposed of by military law, so the two of them gritted their back teeth and held it.

When the two of them focused all their attention on the opposite hillside, at the top of the pass behind them, two ropes were quietly dropped, and then two figures slid down silently, just behind the two devil sentries.

The two figures loosened the rope, then tiptoed up to the devil sentry, and then stretched out his hand and patted them on the shoulder.

Although their movements were very light, for the two devil sentries, it was no less than being hit by a bolt from the blue. The highly nervous nerves made them react in an instant and suddenly turned their heads and looked back.

At this look, the two devils were shocked.

Standing in front of them were two things in white robes. They were all pale faces, and there were two blood-red tears at the corners of their eyes. More than a foot-long tongue stuck out of their mouths, and they wore a pointed hat more than a foot high on their heads, looking at themselves with a gloomy smile.

"Ghost!"

The two devils rolled their eyes and fainted directly.

"It's really boring. I can't help but be scared." Pulling off the mask on his face, the nine-headed dragon kicked the two devils. Seeing that they seemed to be completely dizzy, he squatted down and grabbed their heads.

The arms twisted hard, and with a crisp click, the two devils saw their emperor in the fainting, and they could no longer wake up.

After doing this, the two special forces took off their costumes and signaled to the opposite hillside. Soon, on the path in the bushes, vigorous figures jumped out and went straight to the open space on this side of the mountain.

In the grass on the hillside, Jia Zhi left the dummy made of straw and stood up with a smile, "Don't mention that Mr. Wei's idea is not bad, and he easily killed the devil's sentry."

It turned out that the white shadow on the hillside was dressed up by Jia Zhi in order to attract the attention of the two devils' dark whistles so that they can make a sneak attack behind them.

Originally, when Wei Wuyi insisted on letting the nine-headed dragons dress up like this, everyone didn't understand it. They thought it would be very inconvenient to start dressing up like this.

Wei Wuyi sat on the sliding rod. The old god stared at the monkey's eyes, and the goat beard trembled, "You are a military division, I'm a military division?"

"Sir, there is no military division in the team!" Meng Lingshan corrected laboriously beside him, "It should be called a political commissar."

Wei Wuyi waved his hand like chicken feet and said that I had the final say. "The political commissar is not as domineering as a military teacher, so it's settled."

People are speechless about him. This man has been addicted to being a military sacher recently. He sits on the sliding rod all day long and calculates how to use these devils as experiments.

At his insistence, the nine-headed dragons had to put on borrowed costumes, dressed like white impermanence, and almost held a mourning stick in their hands.

What surprised people was that this idea actually worked well. The two devils were scared and fainted, saving the strength of the nine-headed dragon.

Under the command of Gu Jianfei, Meng Lingshan and Jia Zhi commanded the soldiers of the Blood Flag Special Team swept across the hillside and rushed up the flat ground of the col.

There are three roads here that lead to different places. Originally, there was also a group of devil sentries here, which had been killed by the hidden special forces snipers.

Of course, Chen Feng will not forget to train snipers, so today's Blood Flag Special Forces are assaulters, supporters, snipers, blasters and medical guards, and the establishment is very complete.

The assaulters occupied the bunker at the intersection, and then pointed the muzzle of the MP40 submachine gun in their hands at the Japanese barracks in the distance. The support hand set up a strong Czech light machine gun at a nearby commanding height and opened the ammunition box on his back.

One magazine full of bullets is neatly arranged in the ammunition box, and twelve full magazines. These hundreds of bullets will be the next tool for the team members to fight, so that the devils can taste the taste of fire coverage.

The sniper did not come down. They lurked on the back col, where the mountains were high and dense, and the terrain was complex. It was a good battlefield for snipers. A spring field sniper rifle had long been equipped with silencers, waiting for the devils to appear in the sniper mirror.

The blaster held the MP38, which was also equipped with a silencer, lurking behind the assaulter and preparing to support them when necessary, while the medical staff opened the first aid kit he carried with him and was ready to rescue the injured companions at any time.

The weapons and equipment they used were all transferred by Chen Feng from the Broken Blade Peak base. It is impossible for him to let his brothers continue to use those who were eliminated from the backward Hanyang.

In the Broken Blade Peak Base, a large number of weapons from various countries during World War II were stored, all of which were brand-new, and many of them were not even unopened at all. When they were first opened, the smell of butter came to their faces.

To be honest, Chen Feng is also curious about how the old arsenal suddenly transported this batch of weapons. It is said that even if there are some fighting weapons, they should be left behind, not these new equipment that looks like they have just come down from the assembly line.

However, he can't solve these doubts for the time being. The top priority is how to drive the devils out of China.

After changing into new equipment, the combat effectiveness of the Blood Flag Special Team has soared, which is much higher than the original. After all, these weapons are much more advanced than this era, making it difficult for the devils to compete.

Just talk about those anti-infantry mines, which are full of steel balls and automatic infrared detection. As long as someone approaches, they will explode. The devils eat a lot of this, and there are so many people who are blown up that they lack their arms and legs.

Sometimes it is less burden for a unit to be killed than to be killed, because it is impossible to dig a hole and bury it; but if it is broken, it needs special treatment and care, and when marching, it will be greatly affected and the speed will be greatly affected.

Ghost hand Wei Wuyi especially likes to use this kind of disabled anti-infantry mines. In his words, this is called "I can't bear to let the devils break, leave them a little hope of continuing cigarettes."

When he said this at that time, his expression was a little compassionate, a little unbearable, and a little righteous, which made everyone almost spit all over the ground.

"I've seen an obscene one. I've never seen such an obscene one. I don't even feel uneasy when I lie with my eyes open." People only dare to slander in their stomachs, but they dare not say it.

Everyone knows that this old man has a strong sense of revenge. If he offends him, he will definitely make you survive or die. Nine-headed Dragon has experienced it by himself. Since then, he has seen the ghost Wei Wuyi, who is full of ruffian, and honestly follows the cat and mouse.

You should know that in this Blood Flag Special Team, except for Chen Feng, Jiutoulong had never been afraid of anyone, but now there is a ghost, Wei Wuyi.

The soldiers of the blood flag special battle team with new weapons are full of confidence. They are determined to compare with the second team led by the instructor to see which side performs better.

This raid on the brigade headquarters of the clothing department, only half of the blood flag special forces team came, and the other half was led by Chen Feng and Tan Muling to the headquarters of the Suzuki brigade, ready to destroy the command system over there.

Today's Blood Flag Special Team has been reborn. Although it is much worse than the super strong Shurot Team, it can also be an elite. With Brigadier Zhao and others outside to attract the firepower and attention of the devils, it is not difficult to suddenly take out the Devils Brigade.

"Ask the stinky boy if he is ready and ready, then let's do it." Sitting on the sliding rod, Wei Wuyi, the ghost hand, looked at the earth that was about to become a battlefield under his feet at the top of the mountain and said to Meng Lingshan with a treacherous smile.

Meng Lingshan dialed the walkie-talkie. Before he could say it, Chen Feng's loud voice over there had come over there, "Sir, how are you doing over there? Are you in place?"

It seems that both sides are in place, just waiting to do it!

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