Chapter Eighteen: Touch the Whistle(2/2)
At this time, a Japanese soldier stood up from the grass.
Leng Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. The Japanese army actually set up a light and dark whistle. Thanks to Cong Hu's kick, it would have been difficult to find out.
The two Japanese soldiers muttered a few words, one of them took out a box of cigarettes, took out one, and asked the other to smoke.
Cong Hu asked Leng Feng nervously with his eyes, he was now two Japanese soldiers.
Leng Feng returned a "as usual" look, and Cong Hu nodded. Although he was a newbie, the hatred in his heart made him overcome his inner fear.
Cong Hu's movements were lighter this time, for fear of making any mistakes.
Leng Feng tiptoed over from the other direction, facing away from the two Japanese sentries, and his movements were so light that he could not hear any sound.
rustle……
According to what Leng Feng said, Cong Hu gently tugged the dead grass about seven or eight meters away from the Japanese Sentinel.
The two Japanese sentries didn't hear it at all and were still talking to themselves.
Cong Hu's movements couldn't help but increase a little, and his voice suddenly became louder. The Japanese sentry stood up in shock.
One person signaled the other person to come and take a look.
But at this moment, a black shadow attacked from behind them, and the two Japanese sentries fell down softly.
"Conghu, take off their clothes and change them."
"Brother, I don't wear Japanese skin!"
"I'm asking you to pretend to be a Japanese. Who told you to be a Japanese? Hurry up, the Japanese are not dead yet, I just knocked them out." Leng Feng ordered.
Chapter completed!