On the position outside the airport.

Long Wenwen was directing everyone to reinforce the fortifications, while Wang Zhong was playing with the Lee Enfield sniper rifle he had just obtained from the British. The British's stuff was pretty good. Although it had a similar name to the short gun in Long Wenwen's hand, it had a similar name.

It's not the same model. Wang Zhong's gun is longer than the short rifle in Long Wenwen's hand, and has a longer range.

The key point is that the Lee-Enfield rifle uses a clip-type loading method, which is very different from the Japanese 38-type cap.

Moreover, the performance of this gun is very good, and it ranks among the best among guns of the same type. Otherwise, Long Wenwen would not be so valuable to his short rifle.

Wang Zhong asked for ten guns in one go from the old British gangster, and distributed five to the best marksmen in the cannon fodder group. Of course, the best is relative.

On the battlefield, submachine guns and machine guns are needed to suppress enemies, but snipers who can hit targets accurately are also needed.

Before the war started, Wang Zhong deliberately selected seven or eight high points suitable for sniping, and placed Bu La and another soldier with fairly good marksmanship in them. The rest were directly stuffed into the trenches by Long Wenwen.

Although the field of view is wider and better at high places, which is suitable for sniping, it is also easy to be discovered by the enemy, easy to focus fire, and may even be targeted by artillery shells.

But these are unavoidable.

In addition to these, Wang Zhong also assigned two soldiers to himself. They were both broken soldiers who had just been added to the team. They had no combat experience, but they could still load bullets. Wang Zhong assigned two soldiers to help him.

Change bullets.

It was getting darker and darker, and night fell. Although the Japanese troops were stationed outside the airport, they had no intention of attacking.

Long Wenwen felt relieved, but he still did not dare to be careless and ordered the cannon fodder to reinforce the fortifications overnight.

As the night got darker, everyone on the mountain and down the mountain became quiet, and the cannon fodder who had been working hard to build the fortifications finally got tired and lay down one by one.

Long Wenwen was lying on the edge of the trench, looking at the position down the mountain, but he was not sleepy at all.

"Still not sleeping at this late hour?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Long Wenwen didn't even turn around: "Aren't you the same?"

Wang Zhong walked to Long Wenwen's side and also lay down on the edge of the trench: "The Japanese army probably won't attack tonight."

"Having said that, you can't be careless." Long Wenwen looked solemn.

Wang Zhongdao: "You haven't had a good rest for several days."

"Aren't you the same!" Long Wenwen turned his head and glanced, but quickly returned his gaze to the bottom of the mountain.

"I'm different from you. I'm a martial arts practitioner. I have a full mind and a few hours of rest every day is enough. But you are just an ordinary person. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."

Long Wenwen shook his head and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I can handle it."

Long Wenwen had a deep conscience and was very opinionated. No matter how many words he said, it was useless. Wang Zhong stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he looked up at the dark night and couldn't help but sigh: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, it's a murderous night!"

"Huh?" Long Wenwen heard something in Wang Zhong's words and couldn't help but look at him curiously: "What do you want to do?"

Wang Zhong grinned at Long Wenwen and said, "How many Japs do you think there are at the foot of the mountain now?"

Long Wenwen thought for a while and then said: "There should not have been more than one squadron before dark, but it's hard to say now."

This airport is the only airport for the British in Myanmar, and it is also the home base of the British army in Myanmar. As long as it is removed, the British army will no longer have a foothold in Myanmar. The Takeuchi Regiment, the main force of the Japanese army in Myanmar,

You can also dive into the Nu River without any worries.

As soon as he finished speaking, combined with Wang Zhong's appearance in the past few days, Long Wenwen's face showed a look of shock: "You don't want to attack the Japanese military station at night, do you?"

"Why not?" Wang Zhong said: "The position depends on you! Let's go!"

After saying that, Wang Zhong stood up and walked aside.

"Why!"

Long Wenwen suddenly turned around and called Wang Zhong.

"Be careful. If you don't get a chance, withdraw quickly. I'm pointing out that you, a sharpshooter, can help me kill a few more Japanese!"

"Don't worry! I won't show off."

Wang Zhong waved his hand at him and continued walking towards the darkness.

Long Wenwen looked at Wang Zhong's leaving figure, paused for a long time, and then couldn't help but sigh: "If all the people in the country are like this, we, the vast country of China, have nothing to fear from the Japanese invaders."

"If everyone had his skills, we would have driven the little devil back to Japan long ago." Meng Fan's voice came from the side.

Long Wenwen glanced at him and said: "It's a pity that all the Chinese people have the same moral character as you, Meng Laizi, so we were defeated all the way from the northeast to Chanda."

"Tch!" Meng Fanlao said disdainfully: "If you were like this, we would have driven the little devils out of China long ago."

Meng Fanlao was praising Long's article, but it was not difficult to hear the sarcasm in his sour words.

Long Wenwen ignored him and stared at the direction where Wang Zhong disappeared for a while. After a long time, he turned around and looked at the Japanese camp shrouded in thick darkness.

If nothing else goes wrong, the Japanese army will attack tomorrow. Long Wenwen doesn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but can't wait.

From a quartermaster lieutenant who mended socks to the commander of the Sichuan Army Corps with nearly a battalion of troops, although this commander only wore fake leather, as long as he could fight and kill the little devils, this skin would be fake no matter what.

Long Wenwen also has to be worn.

As time goes by, except for the sentries who keep vigil at night, the other cannon fodders have already fallen asleep. After running for several days, they are already exhausted physically and mentally. What they want to do most now, besides fighting the Japanese and winning a big victory, is to have a good life.

Find a big, soft bed and have a good sleep.

But just as they were meeting Duke Zhou, a series of explosions suddenly came from the Japanese camp in the woods at the foot of the mountain, with a roar that shook the sky, and the soaring fire reflected half of the sky.

The sound of gunshots and whips.

Light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and rifles.

However, the sound of light and heavy machine guns was inconsistent at first. Within a few minutes, the sound of machine guns disappeared, leaving only the dense sound of rifles, still rising and reverberating in the mountains and forests.

The cannon fodders who had been sleeping were awakened one after another. They poked their heads out of the trenches and stood in shock looking down the mountain in the direction of the Japanese camp.

Long Wenwen had already climbed to a high place on his hands and knees from the trench. He was holding a telescope and looking at the situation at the bottom of the mountain. Unfortunately, the distance was too far and the sky was dark. After the explosion, the firelight in the Japanese camp also fell silent. Long Wenwen could only

You can vaguely see the situation in a corner of the Japanese camp.

"Horse riding!"

"This Wang Zhong is really a fucking talent."

"If this were placed in ancient times, it would be Zhao Zilong and Yang Zaixing who were the most powerful generals in the world, who cut down formations and captured flags, and took the heads of generals in the midst of tens of thousands of troops!"

Bu La, who was next to him, frowned and was very worried: "You bastard, if you create such a big battle, don't be blocked by those little Toyangs until you can't come back!"

"If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will treat you as a mute!" Long Wenwen glared at him and said angrily.

But Bu La looked at Long Wenwen and said, "Should we go down to meet Boss Wang?"

Long Wenwen shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the Japanese camp a few miles away in the mountains and forests, and said with a serious face: "Before he left, he specifically told me that he asked me to watch you and not to leave.

Find him in position!"

"The bastard is a fool, are we just going to watch him being chased by Xiao Dongyang?" Bula said anxiously.

Although Wang Zhong has not been in their shelter for a long time, it has only been more than a month, but in this more than a month, he has already regarded Wang Zhong as his brother, especially in the past few days, Wang Zhong led them

After killing batch after batch of little Japs, the resentment and depression that had been suppressed in everyone's hearts for many years were finally cleared away. Bu La had already regarded Wang Zhong, a fellow countryman, as his idol.

"You bastard, do you think I don't want to? Do you think the Japs are fools? Their sentries must be watching us all the time. It's okay for Wang Zhong to go alone. It's easy to hide, but there are so many of us. If we all

Moved, do you think the Japanese are all blind and can't see?"

Long Wenwen was also suffocating in his heart. It was not that he had not thought of a night attack at first, but since the little devil dared to camp at the foot of the mountain, he must have made complete preparations. Maybe he had already tied his pockets and waited.

Waiting for them to be delivered to your door.

Although Long Wenwen is eager to fight a big battle and win a big victory, he is not the kind of person who does things recklessly. On the contrary, Long Wenwen is thoughtful and thoughtful, and has long thought about this possibility.

, but it was a pity that he rejected it.

The reason is also very simple, he can't afford to gamble!

Now he has about 400 people. Even if the Japs come as a group, he is confident to hold the position and keep the Japs out of the airport. But if he takes the initiative, the more than 400 of them now are not the dozens of people at the beginning.

Even the slightest movement would be difficult to hide from the eyes of the Japanese army.

"Then how many people should I take with me to support them?" Bula suggested again.

"How many people are you taking? Do you think you are better than Wang Zhong in martial arts or better in marksmanship than him?"

"Even if you run, you're not as fast as him, right?"

"What if we don't receive the call? What if we meet the Japanese instead? Will you rescue him or will he rescue you in turn?"

In fact, Long Wenwen did not support Wang Zhong's action of going down to steal the camp alone. It was just that he did not have the confidence to speak in front of Wang Zhong and knew that he could not persuade Wang Zhong, so he did not object.

But he wouldn't let Bu La and the others go down the mountain easily, not because he was targeting Wang Zhong, but because he didn't want Bu La and the others to lose their lives in vain.

As soon as Long Wenwen finished speaking, in the darkness on the other side of the hillside, a voice that was very familiar to both of them rang out.

"What the leader said is right. If you really go down, you will be holding me back." As he spoke, Wang Zhong's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

"I knew you would be fine." When Bu La saw Wang Zhong, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Long Wenwen gave Wang Zhong a thumbs up.
Chapter completed!