Purposeless random killing and targeted designated snipers are two completely different concepts and two ways of fighting.

If he is single, Chen Chen can of course be free and does not need much information support; but now, his personal actions must be subject to the collective and serve the overall plan.

The way to make China suffer less losses and win more victory in the War of Resistance is actually not Chen Chen's shooting skills, but his experience and advanced experience in later generations.

This includes many aspects, including advanced combat theories and deep understanding of the Japanese.

Of course, Chen Chen is subtly moving and trying not to act too shocking and incredible.

After dinner, Chen Chen took the time to rest, slept soundly and deeply, accumulated his energy, and waited to welcome the battle.

But just when he was sleeping, Zhuzi, who was going out to reconnaise, saw the weirdness and cruelty of the plainclothes detective team.

Zhuzi took two local team members and underground traffic officers to get the head. After getting the information, he left the village and prepared to return to the base.

There is a small woods outside the village, and then there is a relatively open field. The pillars don’t have to go around the distance. It’s no problem to pass through the path directly from the middle of the night.

But at this moment, the pillar suddenly appeared and saw more than a dozen figures flashing in front of him, walking down the path sneakily.

Zhuzi was shocked and thought to himself that this was definitely not a good person, so he quickly signaled the team members to retreat. One of the team members was impatient and suggested: "Fight! Just run away after the fight!"

"No, retreat to the woods!" Zhuzi said briefly and firmly.

The three of them leaned down into the woods, hid in a dense place, holding the bolt with their fingers, listening to the movement.

After a while, I heard footsteps and the creaking sound of stepping on the snow. Then, a duck-voiced man whispered: "It's so weird. I saw a few figures just now, but why did they disappear in a flash?"

A cow-like voice said in a muffled voice: "Maybe it's still ahead, so go forward. Be careful, maybe there will be a gun!"

The dry grass on the left and right, and the bushes were clattering. It sounded very close, and Zhuzi and others nervously hooked the bolt. The enemy was close at hand, and they groped into the distance.

Zhuzi did not relax his vigilance. He did not move, and the team members did not move, just waiting quietly.

After a long time, another sound came from the tree trench on the left. The enemy who was ambushing in the secret couldn't help but retreated with cursing.

After letting out a long breath, Zhuzi frowned.

It turns out that night operations are relatively safe, whether it is reconnaissance or walking. But now, night seems to have taken half of these cunning detective teams away.

From dressing to speaking, these spies are like local farmers in their hometowns, pretending to be ordinary people, and they are very deceptive.

This plainclothes detective team is organized by Matsumoto and is a method formulated for repeated attacks on the occupied areas some time ago.

The plainclothes detective team had a total of about a hundred people, divided into five teams. They rested at the stronghold during the day, and at night, they ran around like a group of night owls.

Moreover, Matsumoto paid great attention to the hidden actions of the detective team, and most of them did not walk on the suspension bridge from the stronghold. Sometimes at night, he would ask the detective team to secretly climb through the blockade ditch with a ladder.

When approaching the village, you are not allowed to shoot guns or sneak into the village to reconnaissance; try your best to hide yourself before suspicious situations occur.

Because, after research and reconnaissance, Matsumoto concluded that the guerrillas operate at night and often change places to rest.

Therefore, he set a strategy for the plainclothes detective team to track and pursue.

Sometimes the plainclothes detective team will take an extremely clumsy but reliable method, which is to lie on empty slums or on both sides of the trail for a long time and look around.

If there are existing human figures, they will quietly follow in order to find the place where the guerrillas are stationed.

Using guerrilla against guerrilla is Matsumoto's technique of adaptation.

The plainclothes detective team's actions pretending to be mixed up in the early stage also caused a lot of sympathy and the masses who helped the guerrillas suffered cruel revenge, causing great chaos and fear among the masses.

There is no unchanging tactic, only continuous development and evolution to adapt to changes in the situation.

Whether the Tao is one foot taller, whether the demon is one foot taller; whether the demon is one foot taller, whether the Tao is one foot taller. Both sides of the enemy and us are trying to find a way to win. If one move does not work, then change the tricks and will never passively accept failure.

"These spies are really hateful. On the way back, they met two groups. Damn, if it weren't for the early appearance, they might have been touched." Zhuzi grinned and stroked the wound he had just bandaged, and said angrily.

Zhao Tie narrowed his eyes slightly and pondered about the various situations that Zhuzi said.

It seems that although there are some preventive measures, there are still flaws and shortcomings. The plainclothes detective team has now made the biggest obstacle to the guerrillas' operations in the enemy-occupied areas, and it is impossible not to strike.

But to crack down, we must understand the operational rules of the detective team. In this regard, intelligence is obviously insufficient.

Moreover, Zhu Zi and others exchanged fire with the plainclothes detective team, which had lost the secret of the team's infiltration. Since it had been exposed, some changes would be required to do a big move.

"Huang Ren, the chairman of the maintenance committee of Xiaohuang Village, relies on his brothers in the investigation team and is very arrogant." Zhuzi was still telling the information he received, "This guy urged the Japanese to pay for the food and money, forced the Japanese to recruit women, and forced the people to dig a blockade ditch in a freezing manner. If he fails to complete the workload, he will be fined and beat people..."

Huang Ren can be said to have done all the bad things and will be worthy of death. These bad deeds were reposted by Zhuzi, which made Zhao Tie feel that he might be attacked by this guy.

Since Huang Ren's general activity rules have been provided by local cadres, Zhao Tie turned his attention to Shen Chen.

Shen Chen nodded to him without Zhao Tie's mouth, saying that he could act.

The devils want to kill, traitors, and the puppet army also want to kill, let alone Huang Ren, who has done many evil deeds.

Of course, Shen Chen felt that killing Huang Ren was far from enough. If he could take the opportunity to lure the detective team over and deal a heavy blow to him, it would be a good start.

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The sun was slowly rising, and wisps of smoke rose from Xiaohuang Village on the side of the blockade ditch, and another morning came as usual.

Shen Chen held up a telescope and carefully observed the opposite side. It can be seen that every more than a mile, there is a wooden shelf built, and on each wooden shelf, there are ordinary people who are forced by the enemy to monitor the movement, day and night.

As described in the movie, when the abnormality is happening, the gong is shouting, and the dereliction of duty is the person who falls to the ground. In order to flatter the master, the dog traitor Huang Ren has to come to inspect twice every day. It is to show loyalty to the master, and to satisfy his mentality of pretending to be a tiger.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Chen Chen finally saw the figures getting closer and heard the movement.

As they were getting closer and closer, what appeared in Shen Chen's vision was a group of ordinary people holding tools, and behind them were four Maintenance Association members carrying large guns.

These guys were wearing hats in a crooked manner, and some even had cigarettes in their arms, following behind a guy riding a donkey.

That's right, it's Huang Ren. He wore a good fur hat and a gloomy purple eggplant bun-like face, like a red-eyed mad dog who broke out of the cage.

"Fuck, keep my eyes wide open. If you let someone go, I will let the wolf dogs of the Imperial Army tear you alive." Huang Ren raised his head and cursed at the common people who were responsible for monitoring the movement.

The common people didn't say anything, or they swallowed their anger and lowered their heads, not even daring to look at this beast.

"Mom, you're mute, just say a word!" Huang Ren was not very angry today and was not in a good mood.

"Bang!" The gunshot sounded crisp. Huang Renxiang, who was making the majestic, was swung hard and fell from the donkey's back.

The four regiments were shocked and took off their guns from their shoulders in panic. The people in charge of surveillance were also stunned, holding wooden sticks on the shelf, and even forgot to knock on the gong.

"Bang!" Chen Chen shot calmly, and a group of people fell on their backs and twitched weakly.

The gunshots started, and the other two regiments lay on the ground and fought back randomly; after a few gongs, the common people rolled and crawled down on the wooden racks, hugged their heads with their hands, and stumbled on the ground.

"Bang!" Chen Chen had an absolute advantage in dealing with these group members. A group member remained motionless with his head full of blood.

"Bang!" The gunshots were still there, and the last guy lying on the ground could not escape this ruthless killing.

After killing several traitors in succession, Chen Chen and Yu Baogen slowly retreated and did not rush to escape.

In the plan, if the enemy in the nearby stronghold can be drawn out, it is best to attract the detective team, which is the most ideal.

Therefore, Chen Chen's persistence in love at this time was not a cruel and ruthless paranoia. However, killing these evil traitors made him feel the pleasure of venting.

Who is the master of life at this time and here? It is heaven, no, it is me, Chen Chen.

In the sight, the splash of flesh and blood brought by the bullets has both a brilliant effect and a psychological enjoyment.

Life and death are only between your fingers. By gently pulling the board machine, you can determine a person's life and death. It is really a pleasant and satisfying feeling.

Chen Chen has the same hatred for the Japanese and traitors, and he is also cruel and ruthless when he kills.

Traitors, this ugly group, were active in the 1930s and 1940s.

They either greed for power and wealth, or were forced to become pawns at the mercy of power under the pressure of external power.

However, it is difficult for a strong dragon to defeat local snakes. Because of the unfamiliarity of the land, powerful people must also win over local snakes and even give them a considerable status and reward them with considerable wealth.

But putting aside all kinds of reasons, traitors are a group of national scum who make accomplices of tigers.

Whether it is to support the family or to promote wealth, helping foreign invaders persecute and kill their compatriots, it is unforgivable.

When Chen Chen was in Shanghai, he almost became a paranoid murderer for a while, and he could even be called an addicted gentleman.

When it comes to gentlemen who are addicted to *, most people will think of those who are pale and thin, have tall cheekbones, and have no eyes.

But if you define it accurately, the gentleman is not so narrow. It can refer to a person with a certain hobby that cannot control himself.

For example, smokers, alcoholism, etc., can even include pathological killers who become addicted to murder.

Chen Chen liked killing at that time and regarded it as a kind of enjoyment. Bullets shot, blood flowers bloomed, killed them with one blow, and controlled life and death. These undoubtedly made him feel great pleasure and greatly satisfied.

This pathological psychology may ruin him, but he realized this and got rid of it. Now, this psychology is very beneficial to him.

Because, the sniper is not a paranoid murderer, but a murderous intent that flashes instantly in the darkness, and a death that cannot be guarded against.

Time was not long, so Chen Chen saw a group of enemies rushing over. They were all wearing military uniforms, with a few Japanese, more of them were Imperial Army, but there were no guys from the plainclothes detective team.

Chen Chen thought for a while and ordered Yu Baogen to arrange thunder, but he found a position and extended his gun.

Although the detective team did not appear, some of the shortcomings were insufficient. However, the Japanese and the Imperial Army were also good targets of killing. Killing one more would also be a result.

Besides, it made the news more and more messy, and maybe it would lead the detective team out!

The enemy rushed to the murder scene and analyzed and judged around several corpses. There were also several imperial troops who called out the people who fled far away to find out the exact situation.

In the eyes of the enemy, there was no one in the two or three hundred meters outside the blockade ditch. The murderer must have attacked at close range and had already escaped.

Of course they didn't know that a killing god who could shoot targets from a distance was watching them coldly.

"Bang!" The gunshot suddenly exploded in the silence.
To be continued...