The artillery tower was erected gloomyly on a high ground. Behind the artillery tower was the courtyard where the Japanese puppet troops lived. The Japanese and puppets were all engaged in food, drinking, defecation and urination. There was a small open space in front of the artillery tower, which was a small playground for the Japanese to train troops. A deep and wide trench was dug on the outside, forming a closed miniature fortress that could be self-sufficient for a period of time.

"Matsumoto, how about we compete with each other today?" Miyagi, the Japanese squadron leader on the roof of the artillery tower, said to the squadron leader Matsumoto with a smile.

"Miki-kun, I won several competitions." Matsumoto looked at Miyaki with some surprise, "Did the captain go to hold a military meeting and learn new skills?"

"That's not." Miyagi shook his head, "My application for transfer has been approved. In a few days, I will leave this dry place and go to the southern front to establish merits for the Great Japanese Empire."

"Congratulations to Mr. Miyagi, you finally got the opportunity to be honored by the Samurai Warrior." Matsumoto said, "However, you asked for the transfer, it should be the reason for the guy Henglu?"

"Don't mention that bastard's name, he is a shame and a scum to the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire." Miyagi cursed angrily.

"Hayi."

"Where are you, Matsumoto-kun, who is going to stay here in obscurity? Looking at the bastard Henglu who relies on the rights of his family, doing things here, living a life of drunkenness and dying? If this is true, it's a pity for your superb shooting skills." Miyagi calmed down slightly and looked at Matsumoto with some regret.

Henglu is a small team leader under Miyagi. Relying on his family's origins, he is protected by high-ranking officials in the army. He does not take Miyagi, a squadron leader from a lower-level samurai family, at all. He is also an alcoholic and a lunatic. He soon got here to stay and got along with the mayor's concubine and often returns to the barracks very late.

"Of course not, please give me some advice. I am also very eager to achieve merit." Matsumoto bowed again.

"Hahahaha." Miyagi patted Matsumoto's shoulder with relief, "I knew it would be like this. Look at what I brought you?"

"The Type 97 sniper rifle produced by the Empire?" Matsumoto fiddled happily, "Is this for me?"

"Of course, this is what I want to come from senior Yasuko Shigebiao. He is forming a stand-up team. I told him about your situation and he is very interested." Miyagi nodded and continued: "You practice with this gun. It may not take long for you to transfer you to join the stand-up team to come down."

"Thank you, Lord Miyaki." Matsumoto said gratefully.

"Matsumoto, try shooting two shots." Miyagi said encouragedly.

"Hayi." Matsumoto agreed, picked up his gun, and began to look for the target with great enthusiasm.

After World War I, all countries almost ignored the role of snipers, and the development of sniper rifles also stagnated during this period. During the period between the two world wars, only a few countries still insisted on training snipers and designed new sniper rifles, and Japan was one of them. In 1937, Japan designed the 97 sniper rifle based on the Type 38 rifle. Because the Type 38 rifle itself has high shooting accuracy, the Type 97 sniper rifle did not make much changes in the design, and only provided it with a scope with a magnification of 2.5 times.

And install a monopod made of thick iron wire. The scope is fixed to the left side of the receiver. Since the scope's magnification is too low, it is only suitable for precise strikes on targets that appear within 300 meters. After using the scope, in order not to affect the operation of the bolt, the Type 97 sniper rifle changed the puller handle to a downward bent shape. In addition, a monopod made of thick iron wire is not very practical because it is not strong enough to stabilize the gun body and is very easy to damage. The Type 97 sniper rifle was widely used in the Pacific battlefield and was served until Japan suffered a defeat and surrendered.

With a gunshot, a small stone on the ground outside the trench was smashed to pieces, and a small stream of smoke and dust burst out.

"Yoxi, Yoxi." Miyagi stretched out his thumb and praised.

Then, the two Japanese laughed.

"Well, the marksmanship is really good, it seems to be a very 38 gun." Wu Ming, in the grass, put away his telescope and slowly crawled back.

"Brother, it's been five days now, haven't reconnaissance yet?" Hu Zi, who was sleepy in the woods, was woken up by Wu Ming, and asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It's almost done." Wu Ming patted his head, "I just don't have any patience. When will I get rid of this frigid problem?"

"Hehehehe." Hu Zi scratched his head embarrassedly, "Then when will we do it?"

"Let's do it tonight." Wu Ming said with a smile, "Did you think the reconnaissance these days have been wasted? Tell you, how many people are in the artillery tower every night, how many Japanese, puppet troops, and when will the Japanese patrolling outside come back? I have almost touched these situations, so I can be sure of fighting."

"Oh, has the elder brother come up with any way to get in?"

"Of course I thought it out." Wu Ming knocked Hu Zi's head, "Have you noticed that the Japanese here are not very cautious and the military discipline is also very casual. The team leader named Henglu often goes to the town to fool around and comes back very late. Today I saw that he was going out with a guard again, so our chance fell on him."

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At 11 o'clock in the evening, Henglu and the guards were shaking back. The two of them had a lot of mud on their heads, and their hats covered their faces. At a glance, they knew they had been drinking too much and struggling all the way back.

A pale searchlight beam hit the two people, half-supporting the guards of Henglu covered half of their faces with their hands, and shouted to them in Japanese with drunken voice, "Hey! Don't you know what politeness means? The captain of Henglu is back, put down the suspension bridge."

Tonight it happened to be Matsumoto Shiyao. He played with the Type 97 sniper rifle for a long time. At this time, he was woken up just after falling asleep in the third floor artillery tower. He was extremely irritated and shouted impatiently to the two Japanese on the top floor: "Let him come in and sleep, don't make noise here, don't you know this guy's habit?"

The two of them slowly crossed the suspension bridge and walked straight towards the artillery tower. Wu Ming found that Hu Zi's heartbeat was very fast, so he gently said in his ear: "Don't be afraid, there are only a dozen puppet troops and five or six Japanese soldiers in the artillery tower."

Hu Zi was supported by Wu Ming's warm and powerful hands, and the tension in his heart also relieved a lot.

Pushing open the iron gate, the two men swayed into the artillery tower with drunkenness. The bottom floor was the puppet army. Thirteen puppet soldiers looked at the two half-drunk Japanese in a fierce manner. A small team leader nodded and walked over, "Taijun, you are so late..."

Wu Ming shook his hand, interrupted the puppet army captain, and said in fluent Japanese: "Thank you for your hard work, continue to monitor!" After that, he and Hu Zi rushed straight to the stairs.

Pushing the top cover gently, Wu Ming could hear a slight snoring and walked up. With the light of the dim light bulb on the wall, the five Japanese were asleep soundly. Several machine guns were mounted on the shooting port, and more than a dozen boxes of ammunition were neatly placed beside the wall.

Wu Ming gently bolted the top cover, pulled out the dagger and nodded at Hu Zi. Hu Zi immediately pulled out the dagger. With a slight "puff" sound, less than a minute later, Wu Ming took Hu Zi to the third floor again.

"Who is the one who is the one?" Matsumoto asked in a daze without opening his eyes.

"Wow, Wa, Kushi, Wa, (I am) Henglu Jingsan." Wu Ming answered in Japanese, rushing to the bed, covering his mouth with one hand, and stabbing his neck with a dagger with the other hand.

Matsumoto only had time to hum twice with his nose, then kicked his legs, and went to see Aunt Amaterasu with his dream of establishing merits.

Wu Ming sneered and pulled out the dagger and began to search for items on this floor. A table covered with the map he wanted, and a rifle with a scope was standing next to the dead ghost's bed.
Chapter completed!