Meng Fulai felt that this world was not right.

So he thought deeply, when did the world start to be wrong?

He slowly recalled and found the source

Since that time, Milong put a good middle-class man and lost all his belongings, something was wrong from the beginning.

Then in Myanmar, they followed a madman-like "sponsor" and fought with the Japanese in the jungle, and won. At the airport, they pretended to be the Japanese and took a trick on the British, and then took a retreat that created a miracle. Finally, at the South Gate, with his unimaginable tenacity, they withstand the Japanese attack.

Now, they are going to find trouble for the Japanese. It is a welcome thing to find trouble for the Japanese, but...

He looked at everyone around him and felt a sense of despair. With this, with a hundred weapons, even the guerrillas with the standard equipment of the 38th hood, they went to trouble the Japanese?

Looking at several "crazy men" who were considering the action for the last time, Meng fucked and couldn't help but say: "One madman! Two madmen! Three madmen! A group of madmen!"

"What are you muttering?" Milong walked forward and hugged Meng Fan: "I guess it's the devil from Ciliang Temple, and now I can smell the sarcasm on you!"

"The little master is counting the madman!"

“How many have you counted?”

"group."

"How many are there in a group?"

“All!”

Milong laughed and said, "It's a group of lunatics, and a group of fools!"

Meng nodded deeply with a deep understanding. The little bookworm next to him came over to talk at this time, but he drove the person away with disgust and said to Milong: "Did you notice that some people have changed their colors?"

"Is it profitable?"

"Who else isn't him? He's dyed, and it's turned from white to red!"

"I didn't feel it." Mi Longyan said insincerely that he would think about the dealings with Xia Tian at the beginning, and muttered in his heart that when he was robbing the webmaster's bastard together, that kid didn't love money. It really fits the style of red. That kid wouldn't be red from the beginning, right?

"You know it in your heart."

"What can you do if you know? Report to the higher authorities?" Milong asked back, Meng was upset and muttered, "Yes, what can you do if you know?"

Xia Tian’s speech at the “Joint Operations Conference” has ended. He only provides ideas. It is better to rely on Zhao Kuo for specific considerations. So he consciously stepped down after the speech, leaving the rest of the time to the death on the stage, Ayi and the guerrilla captain.

Because he still has something to do!

With the respectful eyes of many guerrillas, Xia Tian walked up to Meng Fan and continued to retort before he finished: "I'm so annoyed, this person can't always face everything with a negative attitude. People, if they don't have dreams, what's the difference between salted fish? They can't be like you, right? Besides, although you are a salted fish, salted fish must also have dreams, right?"

"Yes, I'm a salted fish, I don't have a dream, but I'm not like you bastards who are thinking about going crazy!" Meng fucked sharply and counterattacked: "You have dreams, your dreams are going crazy!"

Xia Tian rolled up her sleeves, and just when Meng Fan thought this guy couldn't say he was going to do it, Xia Tian continued: "When I was in Myanmar, you thought that you would go crazy when you died, and that would be crazy when you attack the Japanese. If we did that vote, we would also go crazy, but what was the result?"

"We're right!"

"Before the result was released, any evaluation was redundant! Because it was beyond imagination, so I was crazy? But if we did it and did it, then we were not crazy!"

"If you can't do it, you will die, and you will become a bunch of lonely ghosts!" Meng Fu Le was still stubborn.

Xia Tian was furious and said, "If you have a habit, don't follow us. If you follow us crazy, I will be your father!"

In fact, it is impossible to convince a person with words. If you want others to listen to you, you either solve it with your fists or with your head, or use the four words "This is a command", but there is another way called "cowling".

The constraining of morality, the constraining of great justice, and the constraining of affection!

Just like Meng Fanle, this guy couldn't convince him, and he hurt his feelings with his fists and seemed rude with his commands. He used his head, but not many of them could compare with him, so it was the best way to get rid of him.

So Xia Tian waited for Meng Fan to call him father.

"I'll call you uncle!" Meng Fan cursed. These bastards were going to die, so they couldn't follow them to collect the body? How could I not follow them?

Xia Tian was overjoyed: "It's okay to grow older!"

Meng was furious and shouted and fought with Xia Crazy, but no one in front of him stopped him, so he could only stop him.

The guerrillas members looked at the scene of the few people playing, and felt fresh and said with emotion: "They have been so funny."

...

Why is the road important in war?

Because whether it is ancient or modern, the logistics of the army is crucial. Modern troops rely more on logistics. All supplies must be transported to the front line through the road. Ensuring the safety of the road is naturally the top priority.

Because of the activities of the guerrillas, the Japanese arranged many patrols and strongholds on the road behind Nantianmen to protect the safety of the transportation line.

The patrol team, who have been wearing Japanese military uniforms, is patrolling the road, but the language they speak is Chinese, and our current temporary protagonist Xia Tian is also in this patrol team. At this moment, he is talking about the snake's butt, not spicy, and they are telling the moves they thought of:

"The Japanese patrol team has no fixed time or fixed patrol routes. Simply put, if they are in a good mood, they will walk around and shrink if they are in a bad mood."

"The reason I am so sure is because I have been following Uncle Sangen before, and Uncle Sangen and others often lead the team members to practice lurking and reconnaissance here." Xia Tian felt a little sad when talking about Uncle Sangen. During his time in the guerrillas, when he led the team members to train, he liked to take risks and hide on the Japanese patrol route to "actual combat". After he left, Uncle Sangen and others retained this habit.

And this information was also learned based on Shunshui and their "practical practice".

You must look back with guilt and say, "But what if we meet a real Japanese patrol?"

Summer continues:

"The patrol comes from the South Gate. As long as we stare at them at the source, do you think they can disturb us?"

"Oh, the snake butt and the others are going to go there to keep a stalk?" Bula showed his expression as if it was. Xia Tian said: "Well, their mission is very simple. As long as a patrol team appears, they will shoot and harass them. We can adapt to the gunshots when we hear the sound."

"The devils from Keciliang Temple are not coming out?" Dou Bing interrupted at this time.

"We have observed Ciliang Temple for a long time. The Japanese have loaded the supplies that they robbed yesterday and they came back." Xia Tian said confidently: "And as long as they drive out, this is their burial place!"

"You can make money!" Xia Tian grinned and said, "I am only responsible for providing ideas. I will be the real arrangement. Even our Master Yu praised him as a genius who is close combat. I still trust him more!"

This is a fact. At most, he will fight small battles in summer. He is a platoon leader who is not capable of giving him a squad. He will definitely lead the Japanese who won a squad and give him a company. Facing a squad of Japanese who are in a squadron, he will definitely lose even if he is unable to win. There is no way. Who makes the system only responsible for strengthening personal combat power and never consider teaching some command skills?

The "patrol team" walked to the place where they set out again, and once again performed their patrol duties, they kept paying attention to the summer in the distance and finally saw the bare trunk falling to the ground.

That was a signal that the Japanese came!

"The Japanese are here!" Xia Tian shouted softly, and then a team of more than ten people immediately entered the patrol mode and began to walk forward at an extremely normal speed according to calculations many times. They set out at this position and encountered the Japanese, they happened to be in the ambush circle of the guerrillas.

But the facts proved that there was always a gap between the speculation and facts. They were almost at the edge. The shadow of the Japanese had not appeared yet. In desperation, Xia Tian had to slow down the team's speed. After five or six minutes, a side three wheel with a plaster flag appeared. Only after about 300 meters away from the side three wheel, a convoy composed of cars and livestock vehicles appeared.

Food, poultry, livestock, tools, etc. are the materials escorted by this escort team. Before yesterday, many of the materials were still belonged to the people of peace.

Xia Tian's eyes became colder, and the faces of Uncle Sangen and those dead comrades seemed to appear in front of him again. After taking a deep breath, he suppressed his anger and shouted softly: "Let's go!"

This is a common pattern when the Japanese patrol team encounters the Japanese escort troops. The patrol team makes way on both sides of the station and allows the escort troops to make a conversation like noon and good night at most.

The Japanese side Sanlun saw the "patrol team" and rushed over quickly. Xia Tian and they immediately smiled, and their hearts were constantly repeating the Japanese greetings they had learned when they were cramming.

The soldiers sitting next to each other waved and greeted Xia Tian in the military uniform. Xia Tian responded calmly, everything was exactly the same as the script, but just as the soldiers were about to pass by them, gunshots suddenly came from afar.

The gunshots are far away, and they should be four or five miles away.

Xia Tian’s heart tightened. Is it the snake’s butt they were warning?

The Japanese side three wheels immediately braked, and the sergeant sitting next to him asked, "!@#￥%…*"

My scalp is numb in summer, so this is definitely not a word of greeting. How do you answer? Just as he was teasing his brain, he answered in a memorable Japanese language.

Probably the situation is

When someone asks you what’s going on, here’s answer: Hello.

Good, your fucking head!

Xia Tian cursed in his heart, asking this grandson to be scammers and cheat. He felt very smart when he was a slut. Why did he be like a fool at the critical moment?

He cursed in his heart, but had to make up for it. So he muttered about Japanese that he didn't understand and didn't understand what it meant, well, what I learned in action movies.

The Japanese military officer listened in a daze, looking at the slight smile on Xia Tian's lips, he faintly understood and understood vaguely what the gunshot was, it was a pity. This was all an illusion, because Xia Tian had approached him at this time.

The bayonet was quickly pulled out and stabbed into the body of the Japanese sergeant. With revenge, the Japanese sergeant cut off the vitality of the Japanese sergeant. The Japanese riding on the side three rounds was shocked. When they tried to run away, Bu La and others rushed up and wanted to block the back. Bu La stabbed into the body of the Japanese with one knife.

"Hurry, act like talking to them! I'll intercept the Japanese convoy!" Xia Tian shouted anxiously.

Everyone knew it and surrounded him, while Xia Tian trotted forward with a gun on his back and kept stopping.

On both sides of the road, the guerrillas were ambushing. They looked at Xia Tian's actions and couldn't help but feel sweaty. He wanted to close his eyes. He was afraid of seeing the Japanese machine gun sweeping towards Xia Tian, ​​but he did not dare to close his eyes because he wanted to stare at the Japanese and prepare for orders at any time.

Milong, who was controlling the machine gun, was also sweating. Meng Fanye, who was standing beside him, wanted to call Xia Tian a big fool, but then clenched his teeth.

Fortunately, God blessed, the Japanese did not find any problem. Maybe they had walked here too many times, and their long-term safety made them unexpected that someone would set up an ambush at this position. At Xia Tian's warning, the Japanese's unhappy convoy stopped. An officer got off the passenger seat and frowned and asked.

No exposure!

Xia Tian was overjoyed, and the Japanese did not become alert at this time, and did not realize that they were already under the "onlook" of many guns.

Xia Tian shouted in Japanese that he didn't know what he meant, and met the confused officer. The officer was about to scold him loudly, but unexpectedly, Xia Tian suddenly turned from his own person to a life-seeking evil spirit, but he didn't see him holding a gun. The gun behind him appeared directly in his hand.

Bang

Just three meters short, one shot at the head!

"beat!"

At the same time, the power roared in and out of the air.

Milong and Luo Jinsheng's machine gun fire roared first, followed by the strafing of the submachine gun. The guerrillas holding the rifle did not fire, but threw all the grenades and grenades placed in front of them, frantically threw the road.

This is the core of the entire plan: force the Japanese to stop and achieve the maximum killing in the head-on attack!

Only in this way can the battle end as quickly as possible, and the "patrol" will also play a role in blocking. Once the Japanese try to break through, they will do everything possible to stop the Japanese who break through.

Except for the accident that did not affect the situation of the battle, everything went very smoothly. The first wave of attack caused more than ten Japanese soldiers to fall down, and the subsequent explosion severely damaged another wave of Japanese soldiers. Only one and a half teams of escort troops. Under such a blow, more than half of the game was lost at the beginning!

And the most critical scene was also staged at this time!

He died through the guerrilla captain commanding the ambushed guerrillas, constantly mobilizing guerrillas to attack the stubborn Japanese. In Myanmar, he could lead a group of people who did not trust him to win battles. Here, he could command and obey guerrillas to fight through the guerrilla captain to command and obey guerrillas to fight, of course, even more so.

A quarter of an hour!

In just a quarter of an hour, the Japanese lost more than half of their manpower, and the remaining people had to form several groups to fight stubbornly, but judging from the speed of the attack, the battle would be over in another quarter of an hour!

Unexpectedly smooth.

Death, I have to admit that these guerrillas have poor military qualities, but their execution of orders and decisiveness in orders are beyond their imagination. The most important thing is that these people are really not afraid of death!
Chapter completed!