The War of Resistance

Night fell.

Although it didn't rain today, it was cloudy.

Not a single star could be seen in the sky, but the air seemed dull, like the prelude to an impending storm.

The sky is still the heaven and the earth, and the earth is still the same, but what about tomorrow? The originally peaceful mountains and fields will definitely turn into bloody battlefields.

A Japanese sentry stood on a cliff with a rifle in his hand, staring at the darkness ahead.

He moved his nostrils, as if he could smell the remaining gunpowder smoke in the air again. This was because not far from him, one of their heavy machine guns had just stopped firing.

As far as the Japanese sentinel knew, during the daytime their scouting team rushed forward to investigate the situation of the Chinese army, but only four of them came back, and the rest were smashed.

The reason why he knew so clearly was because there was a fellow countryman among his team.

It's just unfortunate that when his fellow countryman said goodbye to him, he still talked about His Majesty's peerless martial arts, but now he can't come back.

It would be a sad thing to say that someone died, but this Japanese sentry thought so, and what he thought was that Mr. Sato was really happy!

How much he envied the kind of death that was loyal to the emperor!

As an outsider, it is difficult to understand the enthusiasm for the emperor in the bones of the Japanese nowadays.

There is a saying in China called "going to the extreme", and Japanese culture was born out of Chinese culture, but they want to get rid of the old and bring forth the new, so doing it to the extreme becomes "doing the extreme".

Because it was born out of Chinese culture, for example, the Japanese also practice filial piety.

Chinese parents have to persuade them when they have wrong children, but no matter what, it is just persuasion. If the parents don't listen, then there is nothing they can do.

And the Japanese are also persuading them, if the parents don't listen to them and still persuade them, how can they persuade them? That is to give yourself a knife in front of your parents, and persuade you to die!

It is right to say that people like to be clean and hygienic, but to show that they work very clean, the Japanese will even clean the toilet bowl like a water tank.

According to the well-known research of later generations, it is necessary to put a cup in a water cup and drink it "gudongdong", although it was later proved to be bullshit!

The Northeast Army said that it is proud of death, it is to defend the country, the Japanese say it is proud of death, but it is for their so-called emperor, if they make a mistake, they will cut themselves with a knife, even though they do it when they do. Can't stand that kind of pain.

So the people behind tend to make up for those who cut themselves.

The Yamato nation is so peculiar. The frenzied era produced frantic actions. Who can understand the peculiar brain circuits of the Japanese nowadays?

At this time, the Japanese sentinel was standing on the steep wall and dutifully monitoring the dark night ahead.

The steep wall is not a cliff, but it is about the same. It is more than ten meters high. As long as he doesn't move forward, what danger is there? And behind him was a fire pile with Liao Ruo's stars, that was when their large army finally arrived before dark.

In view of the approaching night, it was impossible for the Japanese army to meet the scout team in the distance, so after the gunshots stopped in the distance, they fired the heavy machine guns in solidarity.

In the dark night, the Japanese sentry was silent, but his mind was messy, thinking of the cherry blossoms on Mount Fuji for a while, and thinking about expanding the territory for their emperor, even if he died.

It's just that he really doesn't know what it means to save the hammer.

In his silence, someone behind him was already approaching him.

The sound of "beat" behind him caught the attention of the Japanese sentry, and he turned around subconsciously, but what he saw was still night except for a few fires burning in the distance.

"***", the Japanese soldier asked.

Who knew what he was asking, or asking who was there, or asking for the password of the person coming, but he didn't get any response.

After listening for a while and seeing no more movement, the Japanese sentry turned back and faced the darkness in the distance.

He really shouldn't have asked that question, or in other words, it's fine for him to ask, at least he should have changed his location after the question was finished.

Just because he didn't know, and because of his words, he had already exposed his position.

More than ten minutes later, the god of death came to the Japanese sentry.

A pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from behind him and grabbed his neck fiercely!

The pinch was so fast and so hard that the Japanese soldier didn't even have time to make any warning sounds.

Then, after the pair of big hands pinched his neck, they lifted it up again, and the Japanese sentry's feet were easily lifted off the ground, but they were more than 20 centimeters high, as if they were made now. It was not a pair of hands that bound his neck, but a rope that strangled his throat.

If it weren't for war, who would have thought that life would be so fragile?

Those big hands held the Japanese sentry like this, and the Japanese sentry just kicked their legs a few times in vain and then became silent again, just like a dog that has been hanged to death!

During this process, the 38-type rifle held by the Japanese sentry never fell to the ground.

Just because when the pair of big hands behind him pinched him, there was another short figure beside him who reached out and took the rifle. The gun didn't even fall to the ground, so why did it make a sound?

For the next ten minutes or so, nothing seemed to happen except for a Japanese sentry lying on the ground as if asleep on the cliff, until the sound of "cuckoo" sounded from the cliff. There were a few birds chirping, and then there was another rustling sound from the cliff, it was a rope being pulled down from above.

Then, the sound became louder again, there was the sound of wheezing people panting, and the sound of earth debris rolling down the cliff.

But no one spoke, but dozens of Chinese soldiers climbed to the cliff one after another with the rope.

Facing the fire in the darkness, the eyes of the anti-Japanese fighters were shining, and then someone whispered, and the small team walked slowly towards the dark place.

And at dawn, this Chinese team was already lurking in a forest on the mountain, and this team was part of the guard company of the 337th Brigade of the 51st Army of the Northeast Army headed by Shang Zhen.

"Company commander, how do you know where the devil's sentinel is?" Someone was asking the company commander Shang Zhen in a low voice, while the soldier was flying solo.

The current Solo Fei has great admiration for Shang Zhen and Shang Zhen and his gang!

It was hard for him to imagine how Shang Zhen and the others found the Japanese sentry in that dark night, and how they could kill the Japanese sentry quietly.

It is impossible for Shang Zhen and the others to act at dawn, so they can only act at dark. How did Shang Zhen find the position of the Japanese sentry?

"We rely on Meng to fight devils, just rely on a little high!" Qin Chuan said first with a smile.

Shan Fei glanced at Qin Chuan but didn't say anything to him. Of course he knew that Qin Chuan was talking nonsense. Now he has to admit that Shang Zhen and the others are people with real skills, including the poor Qin Chuan .

"Of course I don't know where the kid's sentry is.

But the hill with the steep slope is the highest place around, who would put the sentry on the commanding height? Shang Zhen still answered the confusion of flying solo.

Hearing this, Solo Fei suddenly realized that this is the case, Shang Zhen is called an inference, a reasonable inference.

"Then how did you kill that little devil's sentinel?" Solo asked still shamelessly.

"Don't bother the company commander, I'll tell you." Qingfeng Li answered the call this time.

There were three people who went up to touch the whistle yesterday, namely Shang Zhen, Big Boss, and Li Qingfeng. As one of the parties involved, Li Qingfeng certainly had the right to speak.

"We went around to the back of the cliff, the company commander made a noise first, and the Japanese devil asked, who knows what he asked, and his position was exposed.

Then Big Boss leaned over and strangled the guy, simple as that. "Li Qingfeng said it very easily.

"It's that simple?" Shan Fei felt a little unbelievable.

"Yes, it's that simple, otherwise, what do you think?" Li Qingfeng asked with raised eyebrows.

Flying solo is speechless.

But after a while, Solo Fei suddenly asked again: "Then you're already squatting when you go up?"

"It's just that when the old fool pinched someone, I held up the gun next to him, don't let that gun fall on the ground!" Li Qingfeng replied as a matter of course.