It was destined to be a peaceful night. The dark night sky was shining with searchlights. The monkey felt a pain coming from his wound. His heart was beating very hard. Seeing that scene during the day gave him courage, but he could no longer be calm when he really got to the enemy's nest.

The light column of the searchlight continued to sweep across the open land in the west, and the two people who were hiding into the darkness in the east, contrasting the dark artillery tower in front of them in scattered.

After lying on the ground for a while, I looked carefully with a telescope. There were two figures at the mercedes on the gun tower. The exit of the gun tower was opened to the east, and there was a small corridor.

A circle of bunkers was piled up around the artillery tower with soil, and there was a gap in the north and south directions in the middle. Part of the ground at the gap was a traffic trench.

There were several figures swaying outside the bunker, with strict defenses. There were shooting holes on the second floor of the bottom of the artillery tower, so no one could see them.

Not long after, a black shadow shook out from the gap in the south, then walked east for more than twenty meters, looked around, untied his belt and squatted on the ground.

The sound of humming the song spread all over the place.

The distance was a bit far, and the two of them were lying and not moving.

But there was a curse coming from the roof of the artillery tower: "Can't you go a few more steps? The Imperial Army instructor warned many times and let him know, hehe, it looks good with you!"

The black shadow had to get up, curse and walked eastward with his pants, and into a low wall nest.

Big Yang decisively lifted his rifle and hugged his waist, quickly moving towards the nest.

The sound of footsteps followed behind him, and the monkey followed closely, and the sound was not loud. People in the nest should not hear it. This would not be a bad start.

About thirty meters away from the nest, the guy in the earthen wall stood up and walked back.

The two had to stop, and their palms were so nervous that they sweated. The monkey took out the shell gun and pointed it at the guy.

The guy finally walked away.

After the two muttered for a while, the monkey pulled out a broken towel and put it on the ground, put the wreck gun on the towel, then pulled out the bayonet and put it aside, grabbed a handful of sand and soil and sprinkled it on the bayonet to prevent reflection.

After a brief moment of understanding, the two figures merged into the ground, and the searchlight was in the light, and they could not find it even before they were close to me.

The night wind blew through the trunk of the cannon tower and made a low sound. There was a village to the east, with dark lights without any lights. Even though the night was dark, the outline of the village could still be identified.

Only the firewood burning on the west side of the artillery tower was left.

The patrol team walked back and forth three groups, shouted a few times at the people on the roof, and then entered the cannon.

No one came out to let the water go!

"They are not patrolling?"

"I guess this artillery tower is only responsible for the first half of the night."

"Then should there be a gun tower in the south in the middle of the night?"

"Should be?"

"In addition, there are at least twenty of them who have just returned. There are too many enemies in the artillery tower. I can't fix it."

"Then... since they are going to change shifts, let's go to the artillery tower in the south." After the monkey said that, he immediately put away the guy in front of him and retreated.

The two of them walked slowly south in the darkness in the east, while the patrol chaotic footsteps were on the west, and the team went from south to north.

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"Hey? Why are you back so soon? Don't you have diarrhea?" A voice came from the bottom of the artillery building.

"It's over." The voice of the person approaching from outside was very loud.

"You guys have even changed your voice after getting up? Go to bed quickly."

"Hey? Who is behind you?" The sleepy puppet army asked in surprise.

The puppet army who came back walked into the Datongpu, raised his hand to cover the guy who spoke, stabbed the bayonet in his hand, and then the sound of the flesh was sharp, and he struggled with some painful gasps.

"Can you still have someone to sleep well?" The man next to him turned over.

The person who came in rushed forward and stabbed a bayonet into the speaker's neck. The puppet army struggled with his neck holding it hard, rumbling, and the sound was not loud.

The monkey pulled out the shell gun, his scalp numb, and he adapted to it. With the flames penetrated through the shooting hole, he looked carefully and saw that the only two items were left in the artillery tower. Fortunately, it was a blessing.

The person who was still twitching was about to turn into a corpse, struggling to expand the convex eyes of his pupils and spasm fingers, with unwillingness.

The monkey stood at the door of the artillery tower with a mull gun. After a while, there was no movement.

After thinking for a while, the monkey turned west along the wall, two security troops leaned on the fortifications and shouted, sleeping soundly, two people on the roof of the artillery tower were still talking, and the searchlight was still waving back and forth.

Seeing that the two puppet soldiers did not respond, the monkey hesitated for a moment and quickly turned around and entered the artillery tower. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the monkey was a little excited.

After slashing a match, Yang was cleaning up the guy. One end of the Datongpu was a staircase on the second floor, and the whole bunk was covered with messy mats, and the two corpses were covered with blood.

There were stacks of boxes on the ground, and the two of them had no time to pay attention to it.

The two exchanged glances. Yang Big Man was guarding the entrance of the artillery tower. The monkey threw away the burning matches, tiptoed up the stairs, and touched the second floor with a creaking sound.

At the end of the stairs, a head was poked out, and by looking around the light from the shooting hole, I saw clearly the situation on the second floor. There were two beds, a small table in the middle, and a staircase leading to the top floor. Next to the shooting hole, there was a crooked machine gun squatting on a wooden rack.

The monkey turned around, went down the stairs, muttered to Yang for a long time, and the two walked upstairs again.

The people on the second floor slept so hard that they had no idea that the god of death was approaching, until two bloody bayonets stabbed upwards from their abdomen toward their hearts, and then their bodies were pressed down tightly, but the sound of struggle before death was not small.

"What's that sound just now? Who's screaming?" someone called on the roof of the artillery tower.

"I got back from the cottage and accidentally kicked the stool." The monkey replied in a low voice, pressing tightly against the two people under her body with naked upper bodies and wearing crotch cloth.

The two gangs on the roof were a little stunned. The reply was not from the first floor. The imperial army instructor lived on the second floor, but the answer was not bird singing? Could it be that some brothers went to the second floor to prepare to serve in the replacement?

The puppet army consciously filled the loopholes in the action for the monkey.

The puppet army on the top was considering whether to ask carefully. A faint smell of blood came. In confusion, a figure appeared at the stairs, wearing a puppet army cap.

Rest assured: "You are diligent today. You came up so early. The top is much cooler than the bottom."

The person who came up did not answer, held the bayonet and shook it in front of him, seeing the blade was covered with blood and a strong smell of blood, but the puppet army still did not react.

In a daze, until the bayonet was inserted into the chest of the puppet army in questioning, the puppet army, who was turning the searchlight, turned around, looked a little dazed, and pounded hard, was stunned and stunned on the spot.

Looking at the big man who was stabbing the bayonet behind him, a small man was holding a mullet in his hand, unconsciously raised his hands, and the searchlight stopped rotating.

"Continue, don't stop, be careful that my hands are shaking and you are sieve." The puppet army shivered in a daze, and subconsciously turned the searchlight again.

The big man in a puppet military uniform was wearing a bayonet in his hand and wiped the body back and forth.

"You go down and clean up, I'm here." The monkey sat on a stool on the roof of the artillery tower and ordered the blood-covered man Yang.

Not long after, the searchlight on the roof of the artillery stopped rotating again.

Then, after the cover outside the bottom floor of the artillery building, the monkey covered the puppet army's mouth, Yang Da was working with a bayonet, and the two sleeping puppet army twitched in their dreams.

"No, the patrol team is back!" Yang Big Brother looked at the group of figures swaying over.

"You're so anxious. We can't give them some colors to see such good fortifications?"

"How to fight?"

"I go to the roof of the artillery tower and use a searchlight to shine on them. You can use machine guns, I don't believe that these ten or half-baked guys can't kill him."

"But they are Chinese, too."

"What a bad Chinese, I'm the enemy after taking the Japanese gun. Think about it last year, did we lose when we were chased by the puppet army?" The monkey's face became ferocious.

"That's right, how do you fight?"

"I'll go to the roof of the artillery tower, you can greet them with a machine gun, don't let them run away!" The monkey stood up and prepared to drill into the artillery tower.

Yang Daer was no stranger to machine guns. Then he moved the machine gun from the second floor and set it up excitedly. A long-lost excitement made his scalp numb. These shameless and shameless bones! Today, let you see why blood flowers are so red, and he thought so.

The patrol team coming from the north was less than 100 meters, and the swaying black shadows were still on torches.

In the darkness, Big Yang threw away the big-brimmed hat on his head, pulled out the gray military cap from the belt and put it tightly, and pulled the brim of the hat behind his head.

He leaned against the sand wall about one meter high and half-kneeled behind him, pressed the machine gun stock on his shoulder, leaning against the gun stock on his right face, feeling uncomfortable, so he simply stood up, bowed his horse stance, pressed the machine gun on his shoulder, pulled the bolt, and checked the bullet again.

I raised my hand and wiped it on my face, trying to wipe off the sweat that had just flowed out, but unexpectedly, the blood that had not dried out was covered with my face.

"Damn it, shine the searchlight on me, I'm itchy, right?" The puppet army squad leader who was leading the patrol could not see the road ahead, and shouted loudly at the top of the artillery tower, who was joking with the searchlight on him.

This happens often. Not everyone can be a searchlight player with a high-end product like a searchlight. They have to be trained by the Imperial Army instructor to touch that thing.

(End of this chapter)

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