When night fell, Kobayashi Ikki led the Japanese soldiers to clear the obstacles and met with another part of the detoured Japanese. But he didn't feel any joy. First, the guerrillas that were stubbornly entangled with him suddenly disappeared, and then the search team came to report that the other team's detoured troops were completely wiped out in a small hill in the southwest direction.

After a long time of hard work, he lost more than a team of soldiers, but he felt like he was hitting the air with a fierce punch. Kobayashi was completely crazy, and the depression in his heart could not be vented, so he had to roar at the dark forest.

It is absolutely impossible to go down the mountain in shame. The majesty of the Great Japanese Imperial Army, the honor of the samurai, and the bold words I just promised, and no one allows me to make such a decision.

"Camp on the spot, fight again tomorrow." Kobayashi said a few words coldly, turned around with a dark face. If the guerrillas show up again tomorrow, they will rush up at all costs. No matter how many people die, he secretly acted as he walked.

The bonfires ignited around the campsite. After the attack of dog bombs, the Japanese devils were still scared and widened their eyes and patrolled the movements around. Not only did they expand the alert range, but even half of the personnel were resting and half on night.

The night gradually became deeper, the mountain wind whistled, making the branches rustling, and occasionally there were a few desolate cry of birds and beasts echoing in the deep mountains and forests.

"Hehe, the moon is dark and windy at night, and when people are killed and destroyed," Wu Ming looked up at the moon covered by dark clouds in the sky. A ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Grandpa is tormenting you first, and then sneak in in the middle of the night."

A gunshot of "bang" broke the silence of the night, and the echoes continued in the mountains and forests for a long time. A Japanese sentry who had just approached the bonfire and wanted to be warmed up dived into the fire, splashing countless sparks.

Ping-pong, the alert Japanese immediately began to shoot randomly, and two mortars that were inconvenient to use in the mountains and forests during the day were bombing around.

Wu Ming changed the place and aimed the bonfire at the burning corpse of the Japanese.

After a long time, the guns and cannons subsided. Perhaps thinking that the troublemakers had already escaped, two Japanese soldiers came over and wanted to drag the body of the sentry away from the fire.

"Bang", Wu Ming shot another shot through the fire. The Japanese who had just grabbed the body shook for a moment and fell to the ground. Another Japanese hurriedly hid in the darkness.

Ping-pong, there was another bustling of guns and cannons, but no Japanese dared to jump out and search the dark forests.

"Your Excellency." The Japanese squadron leader lifted Kobayashi Ichikawa's tent curtain and reported carefully: "Someone is moving outside the alert area and has killed two imperial soldiers. Have you sent a search team to search?"

Kobayashi thought for a moment, looked up and said, "Yamaguchi is confused, and sent troops deep into the mountains and forests in the dark. This is a waste of life for the imperial soldiers." After pausing, he continued, "He wants to harass us. We cannot get a good rest and are always in a state of fatigue. Order the alert troops to keep their guard up and not get close to the bonfire. If you can't find the target, the sneak attacker will naturally retreat."

"Hayi." Yamaguchi agreed respectfully and withdrew from the tent.

"What are you going to do?" Kobayashi lit the cigarette in distress and took a sniffle. "Do you always sneak attacks like this? Why can't you stand up like a real warrior and fight me fairly? Do you have to drive me crazy?"

"The cat is up." Wu Ming observed carefully for a while and could not find a suitable target. The Japanese corpse was still burning in the fire, and a smell of barbecue drifted over with the wind.

"Okay, let's be more patient." Wu Ming climbed to a leeward place, held his gun, and quietly waited for the opportunity. How many times have Wu Ming been waiting patiently for the appearance of his prey, like a ferocious cheetah. Sometimes in order to catch a prey, it can be: staying for a few days, waiting for the safest and most confident opportunity. And he also specializes in picking the elderly and the weak. The success rate is extremely high.

Time was slowly passing by, and the cold wind was still whistling. Wu Ming suddenly found that a faint light flashed behind a big tree, and then disappeared. He couldn't help but observe carefully, but he could no longer see anything. He frowned and thought about it. It must be a Japanese soldier who was smoking secretly and covering it with something covered by his coat.

Wu Ming sneered, tidied up the white cloak, put his specially made steel cone on the middle finger of his right hand, and slowly crawled forward.

"This is a damn ghost place." The Japanese curled up, leaned against the big tree, buried his head in his coat, cursing and smoking. He didn't notice a white protrusion slowly moving towards him on the ground.

The Japanese took a deep breath and reluctantly pressed the cigarette butt to the ground. Looking at the bonfire not far away, he shook his head helplessly, stood up, and moved his stiff body under the cover of the big tree, looking at the campground in front, "This shift change will probably come in a while, right? If I overslept, I will have to freeze to death."

With a whoosh, Wu Ming jumped up from the ground, covered the Japanese's mouth with a big hand, and the steel cone accurately inserted into the Japanese's temple, stirring it up.

Throwing the body of the Japanese deceased to death on the ground, Wu Ming took off his cloak, covered it, held a few handfuls of snow, and carefully hid it. He carried the 38th hood and began to "duty" become the Japanese sentinel.

"This thing is really good." Wu Ming looked at the steel cone on his hand. "Punching the head can kill people like the heart. It bleeds less, and killing people requires some beauty and art. It seems that my cultivation and level have improved a lot!"

Wu Ming picked up a piece of burned charcoal on the ground, applied the charcoal ash on his face, threw a few branches into the fire, and began to wait for the Japanese who had changed their guards.

Nearly one o'clock in the morning, the campsite began to yawn and walk out of the tent, each heading to its own sentry.

"Hengshanjun, you go down and rest!" A Japanese walked to Wu Ming in hiding and rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked, "Did the damn Chinese people leave?"

"I don't know." Wu Ming replied impatiently, turning around and leaving.
Chapter completed!