Zheng Yingqi laughed, hoping that the Japanese would dare to chase them all the time. As long as the Japanese dared to chase them all the time, he would definitely make the Japanese heartbroken!

...

Four days later.

"Do you think the Japanese are angry now?" Even though Qin Feng was embarrassed and looked like a beggar, his mentality was always so good that he exploded. Now he was almost out of his way. He was still thinking about the Japanese. If he changed to a book friend of the sand sculpture, he would definitely say again: The Japanese are your father? (Those sand sculptures who said that Xu Sanduo was the author's father.)

"Guess if I can guess whether the Japanese are angry?" Zheng Yingqi's mentality is also good.

Qin Feng curled his lips, "Guess me..."

While the two of them were fighting each other, they never put down their telescopes. Inside the telescope, a group of Japanese appeared faintly. Like the two in a mess, the Japanese who appeared behind were not much better. The successive pursuits made them ragged. If they hadn't looked closely, they would have thought that they were refugees from where they came from.

"Yes, these Japanese devils have no worse fighting will than us!" Qin Feng said while chewing wild vegetables.

Zheng Yingqi ignored Qin Feng's evaluation and counted the number of Japanese soldiers. After counting, he said: "The Japanese have divided their troops again."

"It's reasonable and expected," Qin Feng said leisurely: "Where to run now?"

"Let's go south," Zheng Yingqi pointed in a random direction. Qin Feng replied and received it, and then picked up the guy - the Type 99 sniper rifle. This was the result of the two people's night attack the day before yesterday. The Japanese who had been chasing them for so long, but they didn't expect that the two would have a night attack with great courage. They sneaked into the camp and killed four of them, and snatched away a Type 99 sniper rifle.

A real tiger's teeth extraction!

It was also the excitement of that night that made Yamamoto, who was hesitant to evacuate, burned his anger again and chased the two of them for two days without a life.

But Yamamoto regrets it now - because in the past two days, under the bloodletting tactics of Zheng Yingqi and Qin Feng, the special attack team lost more than a dozen people.

Of course, this battle loss also includes injuries - although Zheng Yingqi and Qin Feng are killing the Japanese as much as possible, with the main target of killing, the Japanese are many people after all, and some wounded people can enter the battle sequence after treatment.

But even so, it is expected that these wounded people will return to the team. Yamamoto's special attack team will have at most half of them. In general, after this pursuit that has lasted for so long, the special attack team is really hurt.

So Yamamoto was hesitating whether to retreat, but when he thought of the word retreat, a jokey face always appeared in Yamamoto's mind, as if saying to him:

Yamamoto, thank you for your constant escort for the past few days. I am very grateful.

Yamamoto, who thought of being so humiliated by his opponent, could not get into the sheath of a shameful knife, could not speak the word retreat from his mouth.

【Defeated, completely defeated!】

Yamamoto has already recognized the reality, but recognizing the reality does not mean that he can accept it - two people, two 8th Route Army, he really can't accept it by walking the special attack team he had carefully trained back from Germany as a monkey for so long, causing such a huge loss.

So, this time Yamamoto planned to make a gamble, either completely destroying these two opponents here, or... with reluctance, shame, frustration and depression, and then slowly licking the wound, waiting to recover.

Bang

Amid the sound of the gunshot of the Type 99 sniper rifle, a special attacker fell down. The huge blood hole in his chest and weak twitching made Yamamoto's mouth hang a trace of hideousness.

"Chase!"

The special attack team members who were used to the opponent's shot and ran away, not only did not avoid it, but instead rushed to chase without hesitation. After such a long period of pursuit, they were already used to this rhythm. The opponent decisively only fired one round of shooting at a time and never fought.

Even Yamamoto was used to this rhythm and even regarded this rhythm as the truth.

A sense of familiarity that has been deliberately cultivated!

deliberately!

Now is the time to bring up the corpses of the Japanese. After this round of sniping, the two did not evacuate immediately, but continued to fire. The two Japanese were killed instantly. The rest of the Japanese then became hidden. Looking at the twitching corpses on the ground, even though these special attackers had extremely strong mentality, they still couldn't help but curse.

"asshole!"

"Don't play by the rules!"

As the Japanese cursed, Zheng Yingqi and Qin Feng ran away in a leisurely "embarrassment".

The two of them quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests in early spring, but at this moment, Zheng Yingqi suddenly rushed forward and pushed Qin Feng away. The submachine gun made a crisp sound at the same time. A blood flower exploded on Qin Feng's body when he fell.

"Grass!"

After falling down, Qin Feng cursed and then rolled up, and a string of bullets chased him.

Zheng Yingqi rolled over Qin Feng and was also chased by bullets. Feeling the direction of the bullets, he suddenly leaned out from behind the tree, and a precise single shot killed a Japanese man wearing a snow-white cloak and the environment.

Qin Feng rolled to a tree, hid behind the tree and fell asleep, checked his wounds, and there were two wounds in total. He was lucky. No bullets broke out, but remained in his body. While bandaging the wound, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out his words from his mouth:

"Finally shot!"

Zheng Yingqi was drunk. This kid was still in a mood to show off at this time - he didn't know where the show off came from after being shot.

He quickly made a gesture to Qin Feng: Kill one, the situation is unknown, and there are enemies, be careful.

Qin Feng continued to bandage and said, "Don't panic! Let me take some medicine first!"

Your uncle!

Zheng Yingqi cursed in his heart, and slowly pushed his tattered hat against the bayonet and poked it out of the tree.

Bang bang bang

Amid the crisp sound of submachine guns, a bullet penetrated through the hat, leaving two holes.

Zheng Yingqi made a gesture to Qin Feng: 11 o'clock direction.

Qin Feng gritted his teeth and moved slowly to the other side, suddenly appeared, and two seconds later, a crisp gunshot sounded and the Japanese killed.

Just as Qin Feng retracted his body, several bullets hit the place where he had just emerged.

"No, we didn't choose the right road this time, and we were waiting for the Japanese and had to run away." Qin Feng lowered his voice and said to Zheng Yingqi not far away.

Yamamoto's special attack team divided the troops and intercepted them once or twice, but they were avoided by both of them - the division of troops and intercepted them was purely a behavior of luck. After all, even Zheng Yingqi didn't know where he would run next moment, but this time the good luck seemed to be used up, and he was actually blocked by the Japanese!

After all, there are many Japanese people, and countless mistakes can be used to make a living, but there are fewer of them, and one mistake can easily face a catastrophe!

Zheng Yingqi answered Qin Feng with gesture: I will carry you away.

"I can finally enjoy the preferential treatment of the instructor once." Qin Feng smiled. He knew what he wanted to commit suicide at this time - not giving up or giving up is something they engraved in their bones. How could it be violated?

How could a person who can turn his "dead" comrades away from the battlefield during an exercise, give up his brother in actual combat?

The two quietly slid down more than ten meters. Zheng Yingqi suddenly threw out a Japanese cotton coat for warmth. As the submachine gun roared, Zheng Yingqi quickly climbed in front of Qin Feng, carried Qin Feng on his back and ran away.

The ambushed Japanese saw the figure swaying and retreating in the mountains and forests, and jumped out of the ambush without hesitation. With anger that had been held in for nearly ten days, they chased them reluctantly.

A few minutes later, Yamamoto brought people here.

"Baga!" Looking at the marks left by his team members, Yamamoto regretted wanting to hit the tree - if he could send more people here, this time, these two terrestrial ranks would definitely be asked to save their lives!

It's hateful!

He won the bet because the manpower he assigned really blocked the other party, but he lost the bet. Under his arrangement, the four groups of the division were ambushed in four positions, and did not ambush together!

With this kind of thing that almost succeeded, Yamamoto followed the mark and chased after him.

...

Missing!

After the Japanese chased after half an hour, they finally decided something - the target they pursued was gone.

The three Japanese stopped with resentment, and all kinds of curses were heard. They almost succeeded, but... but at the critical moment, there was no trace of the other party!

Yamamoto led his men to chase after him. After seeing the three stoppers, he could not understand how he was lost.

"Bastard!" Yamamoto, who was furious, stepped forward and slapped each of the three Japanese on the faces.

The subordinates who followed Yamamoto asked unwillingly: "Your Excellency, what should we do?"

"Search! Search a little bit! You must find them!" Yamamoto ordered angrily. He was worried that he was short of staff, so he asked for help through the radio, but he was greeted with cold rejection:

Although the Japanese resented that they were fooled by the two, they asked them to send troops to surround a mountain because of the two, and then launched a carpet-style search. They were not happy. Compared to Yamamoto, the Japanese command was still a little rational and had no idea of ​​fighting to the end of the two.

"They are not ordinary Eighth Route Army! They are proficient in special operations! If they cannot be solved now, once they can train more special forces, it will be a nightmare for the Imperial Army!"

Yamamoto begs for the command center, but the First Army Command did not agree with Yamamoto's statement, and even responded to Yamamoto with ridiculous words - there is no doubt that the First Army has completely lost confidence in Yamamoto's special operations, and even gave up on the idea of ​​team's special operations.

"Bastard!" Yamamoto finally cursed without reason when he saw the call back. In the call back from the command center, there were denials of the special attack team. Although he knew the consequences since the failure to attack the Eighth Route Army headquarters, he never expected that the short-sighted guys in the command center would be so unscrupulous!

[It's all you! It's all you who have brought my special attack team to this level!]

Yamamoto's hatred for these two people has reached an unattractive point, but the cruel reality has forced Yamamoto to suppress his hatred - if it continues to be consumed, these seeds will continue to be damaged in battle and may even be abandoned by the short-sighted command center!

"Children Colonel, we..." Some subordinates could not help but suggest, seeing that Yamamoto had not given an order, and said, "We can let the Imperial Army come and assist."

Yamamoto shook his head: "The Imperial Army will not be their opponent. They even want to tease their pets and play with the Imperial Army - even if one of the opponents is injured now, remember, even if a tiger is injured, it is still a tiger, and it is definitely not something that insects can deal with."

"Then we..."

"Retreat," Yamamoto breathed a sigh of relief, and finally stopped being arrogant. He said in a low voice: "They could have thrown away ours, but they have not done so, just to make us shed all their blood - they want to destroy us at the root!"

Yamamoto, who has regained his rationality, is terrible. The telegram that completely denies the special attack team made Yamamoto finally realize the purpose of these two enemies. They deliberately let their side chase them and constantly bleed their side in order to make the special attack team seem useless!

"They are afraid of us," Yamamoto said firmly: "It is precisely because they are afraid of us that they try every means to plot against us and drag us so much! This time it is my fault, and I shouldn't have judged because of hatred!"

"You guys, let's go back and lie dormant, slowly lick the wounds, and slowly recover! One day, I will use their heads to wash away our shame! I swear! If I can't do it, I will..."

Yamamoto Kan looked at these special attackers who had been trained and said word by word: "If I can't wash away the shame, I will cut off my stomach to thank the dead!"

...

In the mountains, Zheng Yingqi watched the special attack team evacuate.

"I didn't even have any surrounds and searches..."

He sighed disappointed, and it seemed that the Japanese had reacted.
To be continued...