Are the Chinese moles? How many hidden holes have they dug? Or can they know the ninja's ground escape technique and pass through the ground?

Several Japanese officers stared at the hunt in the fields that were constantly suffering from casualties. The imperial soldiers rushed and dragged their footsteps that were constantly aggravated by the soil, like a group of fools being played with.

The gunshots were mixed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the attacker or the imperial soldiers, but the continuous casualties were seen. Landmines, traps, and the strange foot-piercing guns, the imperial soldiers with high combat quality and brave combat fell down inexplicably.

"The enemy dug the tunnel into the wild?" A Japanese adviser held a telescope and tried to find the attacker, guessing: "There shouldn't be too many attackers, they are just a few guys with good shooting skills."

His telescope suddenly stopped, where the attacker was there. However, he had no time to say it. A bullet flew over with hatred, smashed the telescope's lens, and shot it into the head of the Japanese staff. First, it burst his left eyeball, and then jumped into his skull without looking back, making free rolls inside, stirring his brain into a pot of tofu, and then opened a big blood hole for himself in the back of the Japanese's head, announcing the end of the trip.

Yes, there were not many attackers, but the marksmanship was not good, but precise and mysterious. The Japanese staff used their bloody death to prove their conclusions to their colleagues.

Too arrogant and too despised the Imperial Army, the Japanese officers were almost blown up their chests. They gritted their teeth and cursed, increasing the searching soldiers. No matter how much the price they paid, they must take out the attacker from the ground and then kill him one by one.

The trap still made the Japanese pay the price from time to time, but the attackers seemed to never show up again. The Japanese's hope turned into loss helplessly.

Meng Youtian had achieved his goal and sniped several Japanese devils, successfully angered them, and let them compete with the trap! While the Japanese had not yet entered, the three of them marched in the dark trenches and sneaked into the village.

The lights were lit up in front, and they were the militias who came to pick them up. After a few short sentences, Meng Youtian and the others continued to advance, and several militias began to lay mines and marked them to prevent the Japanese from drilling into the authentic network of the village through the trenches.

A dull explosion came from above the head, and the soil and dust kept falling down, reminding Meng Youtian and others that they had entered the village. After drilling through a horizontal hole and crawling over two more mouths, they entered the hinterland of the tunnel. Three militiamen sat inside and greeted Meng Youtian and others happily.

People who have experienced the difficulty of destroying their homes are no longer concerned about the collapse of the houses outside, or have figured it out. Since they cannot stop the enemy's destruction, they will use the enemy's blood and life to compensate. As long as the person is fine, the house can be built again if it collapses, and the house can be rebuilt if it burns.

After a while, a soft whimpering sound came from some direction, "The shelling has just stopped. The enemy is gathering, and it seems that they are not ready to continue the attack, but don't move for now."

I don't know whether this sound came from the underground or from the ground, but it seemed to come from the clouds, or it was a kind of radio broadcast.

Meng Youtian thought about it and got up and walked forward along the tunnel. He wanted to go to the command room where he could learn more detailed situations. Should the enemy really give up the attack? Is his sniping a role? These questions lingered in his mind.

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"The level of the enemy is underestimated, and the situation is not properly handled, which leads to the enemy's actions. I would like to apologize for this... Entering the bandit area is like being trapped in a slush. Not only is the road damaged, but the mines are also dense, which makes our army move slowly, and it is always like being in the abyss, and it feels like being unable to defend. The enemy's sharpshooter's whereabouts are mysterious, and the hiding place seems to be underground, which is difficult to accurately measure. Captain Shimada died in an attack, Commander Takahei was seriously injured and coma, and urgently needed surgery. Our army is searching for and killing the disabled enemies near Tomon Village. How to act? Please give instructions to Mr. Kimura and Mr. Kono."

Kimura slapped the telegram on the table with a snap, and the blue veins on his neck were exposed. He was deeply angry and shouted: "Order them to continue searching and killing, and kill all the despicable and shameless enemies."

Kono Hiroji used his eyes to stop the staff who were going out to convey the orders, pondered for a moment, and said, "Kimura, the established combat plan must be implemented. In order to deal with some scattered Chinese bandits, wouldn't it be a big loss for the small loss?"

Kimura hesitated for a moment. Although the meaning in the telegram was vague, he certainly read out the true meaning he wanted to express. It was like facing the abyss, it was hard to guard against, it was covered with mines, and it was mysterious and difficult to measure. These all showed the helplessness and helplessness of the troops; and it was seriously injured and coma, and urgently needed surgery, which also implied that saving people was important. After all, Takahira Daman was a beloved general of Kono, and it was difficult for him to say this.

"We still lack authentic means to deal with landmines." Kono Hiroji walked around the ground and said slowly: "The most important thing is a change in his mind. Although I have repeatedly said that the mode of combat has changed, the Emperor**, who is used to regular combat, obviously has not recognized it from the bottom of his heart and has not mastered the tactical methods to adapt to changes. Well, it is meaningless to say that this is now. Implementing the combat plan and not being disturbed by a slut is the top priority. As for Takahei, as a soldier, he should not change the established military plan for his reasons."

Kimura breathed a little relieved. It was natural that it was easy to say this from Kawano. He said hesitantly: "Are you just letting go of the Chinese people who killed the Emperor and the Emperor?"

Kono's eyes flashed and he sneered: "I expected that this would be a long-term battle, transportation, spy intelligence, and attack methods, which all require careful consideration, careful study, and gradual improvement. The enemy's guerrilla avoidance war made it difficult for the Imperial Army to achieve decisive results in one or two military operations. Solid combat, public security, and construction are not only purely military, but also political, economic, ideological and cultural aspects."

Kimura nodded. He didn't want to listen to Kono's analysis. He was a pure soldier and only cared about military actions. Since Kono had already spoken, he issued a new order to the staff.

The shelling stopped, the enemy gathered and moved forward again along the road. Most of the village of Tumen Village was destroyed, black smoke rose and flames flashed, but the enemy had already shed too much blood here, and it was enough to despise the enemy proudly, while the eyes of the enemy who turned to this place were full of resentment and fear.
Chapter completed!