The sound of gunfire finally subsided, which meant that Shili Village had been occupied. But Longping Daman didn't feel any joy at all, especially when he received the report that the enemy's body was not found, his face was so gloomy that water almost dripped out.

The authentic, damn authentic, the Chinese people crawled into the cave like rats. Longping Daman clenched his teeth. Of course, he did not believe that the enemy was not injured. But the enemy took away the wounded and the bodies of the wounded, which was a blow to his morale. After paying the price of dozens of people killed or injured, he could not catch an enemy, see a body, and had no object to vent his anger. This created psychological imbalance and made the soldiers feel strongly frustrated.

When I swept the village all the way, I saw that the village was burning, of course I didn’t have any resistance at all. But it was all mines and some traps, and I dared to compete with the Imperial Army in this way. This was the first one. If every village was like this, Longping Daman shook his head vigorously, putting aside this somewhat terrifying and pessimistic idea. He waved his hand and gave the order, and the troops continued to move forward.

For the enemy, this was really a helpless battle. The cost of dozens of casualties was symbolic occupation and extremely short-lived. Of course, if the destruction of the village was considered a result, it could be considered masturbating. Staying in this small village without strategic significance, digging three feet into the ground, and looking for the enemy, not only did not exist in the combat plan, but it also had no practical significance.

On the ridge of the mountain, Meng Youtian tied his horse's head and looked back at Shili Village. Although he couldn't see the village, the black smoke that rose clearly indicated the target. The next one, Tumen Village. Could it be the same result? He let out a long breath. Although it could not stop the destruction of the Japanese, they must pay the price and the price of blood. Moreover, the Japanese official would be unable to escape this time.

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When it comes to sniper, some people can think of coldness, some people can think of romance, and some people can think of blood. For a sniper, work is repetitive and irritable. Good concealment. Patiently waiting, accurate shooting, and rapid evacuation.

Yes. There is only one way for snipers to kill people, that is, to pull the plate machine at the right time and let the bullet hit the target. There are no brilliant moves, no thanks and appearances after victory, only murderous intent hidden in the dark, and only ghostly silent.

Since the method is simple, Meng Youtian has more chances and confidence at the doorstep of his home. He also has covered the trenches in the wild, and Tumen Village and Shili Village both connect it with the authentic tunnels in the village. It is this change that creates a more wanton killing environment for Meng Youtian. Because there is a safe retreat, he no longer has to worry about being blocked in the trenches.

A sniper without worries is terrible. This is almost the same mentality as a dead soldier who is determined to die. One does not have to worry too much about death, and the other does not fear death at all. Both can be unscrupulous.

Meng Youtian and others finally surpassed the enemy's brigade and returned to Tumen Village first, and made emergency arrangements based on the characteristics of the enemy.

At this time, Daman Longping was leading the troops to continue advancing. His mood could not be calm, and he frowned slightly and kept thinking. The speed was too slow. The Imperial Army's maneuverability was not fully utilized. Marging with two legs, this can avoid the attacks of the Imperial Army very calmly for enemies who are good at diverting and avoiding war. If this cannot be improved, capturing the enemy's main force and conducting decisive battles will be a task that is difficult to complete.

The enemy has obviously noticed this, digging the roads with holes in order to curb the mobility and speed advantages of the Imperial Army. The Imperial Army does not have an advantage in number, and although its equipment level and combat quality exceed that of the enemy, it is difficult to have a dignified combat opportunity. This will make it increasingly insufficient and lose sight of one or the other.

If the railway is a major artery, then the highway is the small blood vessels of the Imperial Army. Relying on the unblocked artery, the Imperial Army occupied most of China. However, the small blood vessels were blocked, and the actual control of the Imperial Army could not extend to all places, which gave space for anti-Japanese armed forces.

Without good transportation, if the enemy clears the fields in empty rooms, destroys roads and demolishes the forts, and cooperates with guerrilla warfare, if the imperial army dispatches too large a sweeping army, it will be difficult to transport the baggage and carry limited ammunition and food, and generally it can only last for five to seven days before it is recovered; if the enemy is deployed, it will be in danger of being surrounded and eliminated by the enemy.

Longping Daman sighed secretly. It was more like an armed parade of the Imperial Army under such conditions. It was very powerful, exhausted energy, and gained little.

"Boom!" The roar of the mines made Longping wake up from his thoughts. He looked up and saw that the warning range had been expanded. There were more than a dozen cavalry surrounding him. Although he was afraid that he would be angry, he opened two or three meters away, such protection measures should be considered very strict. You can't separate him as a commander with steel plates. Is that still a war?

"Are you going to Tumen Village in front?" Although Longping Daman had never been here, he had a familiar view of the map, and Shili Village had just left a deep impression on him.

"Yes, yourselves." A Japanese adviser came over and reminded: "According to the information, the Chinese people living there lived there were cunning and vicious, and they had cost the imperial army a considerable price. And-"

"And that Chinese sharpshooter, what was established by the Eighth Route Army, and the militia heroes also lived there." Longping Daman's eyes narrowed.

"Hayi!" The Japanese Staff nodded with emphasis and said, "This is an extremely despicable guy. His best attitude is to hide in the dark and attack. You, you should be more careful. It is better to--"

"What's better?" Longping Daman frowned. Seeing the staff member aiming at him, he immediately understood. No, Longping Daman almost immediately rejected the staff member's suggestion. He changed his outfits in fear of death. Not only was he ashamed of being in front of his subordinates, but it was also unacceptable for him who advocated Bushido.

"If he could shoot me among thousands of troops, what else could he not do?" Longping Daman waved his hand with a sneer and said, "The dignity of a soldier and the honor of a warrior is more important than life."

"Hayi! What you are saying." Seeing that the chief officer did not accept such humiliating suggestions, the Japanese staff could only nod and said yes.

Although Takahei Daman was generous and righteous, the psychological impact was inevitable, especially the psychological shadow brought to him by Shimada's death. Is there a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark? Is it because a black muzzle is moving with him, and in the warming sunshine, he actually feels a hint of chill?
Chapter completed!