The black forest seemed gloomy and terrifying even during the day. But Meng Youtian and others entered the forest again after dawn, searched carefully and investigated.

Saito chose this place not just because he prepared in advance, but also considered the suitability of the location. Because Meng Arita would definitely not take risks when he was too deep to ensure the area, and if he was too far away from the stronghold, he felt that it was not safe enough.

Meng Arita also thought so. A decisive battle site that both sides can choose is not easy to find, and Kurolinzi is indeed a good choice. Moreover, after he rejected the first challenge, Saito would definitely pause in the arrangement of Kurolinzi, which was his chance. Perhaps, when Saito knew that Kurolinzi had become the decisive battle site again, he would feel quite surprised.

Although the forest was very big, even if Meng Aotian had helpers, he could not complete the investigation in one or two days, but half of his understanding of the forest was enough for him. Moreover, in just one or two days, he had a relatively clear plan. Since Saito was eager to get rid of him, he would probably agree to his conditions.

When fighting wits and courage, Meng Youtian prefers to win in wisdom. Wisdom includes clever disguise, familiarity of the terrain, and more comprehensive thinking. Even an inconspicuous grassland in the black forest and a very small earthen pit, as long as it is used properly, it will affect the ending.

When Meng Aotian came back, it was noon the next day. He asked Feng Zhi to summon relevant people, and explained his ideas in a complete manner, and discussed the specific plan with everyone. He wrote a reply to Saito and started to arrange it separately... The weather was already hot enough. It was past three o'clock in the afternoon, which was the most unbearable time of the day. The air was hot and stuffy, as if it could be lit by a match.

Qin Lianfang was carrying a small jar, smiling, walking on the streets of the village. She had enough fried meat oil. She thought that Meng Youtian could eat the dry food she had made with her heart and kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. She felt indescribable joy in her heart. But under her smile, she also had a little worry, worried about Meng Youtian's safety.

"Director Qin, where are you going?" Hu Jiaying and Qin Lianfang walked across from each other and asked with a smile.

"Instructor Hu, this is the oil I bought from each store, and I want to make dry food for Brother Meng again." Qin Lianfang answered politely, stretched out her hand to stroke her sweaty hair on her forehead, her face flushed because of the hot weather, and her shiny cat eyes, and her symmetrical and tall body shape showed a bit more beauty.

Hu Jiaying looked at the woman in front of her, her throat moved, and nodded with a smile. She said, "I just sent someone to take away the guy who delivered the letter, and I don't know if the Japanese can agree to the conditions. On this hot day, you don't have to rush to light the fire to make dry food, it's better not to be too late to prepare after you have a definite reply."

Qin Lianfang thought for a while and said, "I'd better do some to send to Brother Meng first. Regardless of whether the Japanese agree or not, he will go out to snipe the enemy anyway."

Hu Jiaying smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll leave first. By the way, do you have any free time at night? I want to ask you some work matters."

Qin Lianfang hesitated for a moment and said, "I can't make sure it's right now. If I come back early, I'll go find you."

"Okay, let's talk about it tonight." Hu Jiaying smiled and waved her hand, turned around and walked away, but her face had become gloomy and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Qin Lianfang returned to her residence, hummed songs, made fire and fried meat. After working for a while, she happily walked out with her things. As soon as she turned the corner, Hu Jiaying revealed her figure from behind.

Seeing that there was no one around, Hu Jiaying gently pushed open the yard door and walked in. The door was locked, but this did not block Hu Jiaying's infiltration. He jumped into the house from the back window, came directly to the kitchen, stared at the can of oil, gritted his teeth hard, and a vicious look appeared in his eyes. He lifted the lid, took out a pack of medicine from his arms and poured it in, took out a chopstick and stirred it vigorously until he could not see anything unusual.

Hu Jiaying walked into the inner room again. The bedding on the kang was neatly folded, and a shirt that had just been taken off and had not been washed was thrown at the corner of the kang. He picked up the shirt and smelled it. The smell of sweat and a little fragrance made him intoxicated and intoxicated. He closed his eyes, rubbed Qin Lianfang's shirt with his hands and face, as if it touched her skin. Her body became hot and her breathing became heavy... It was quiet all over the place, the leaves trembled gently in the sunlight, and the thin water vapor floated in the air. Many dark, hazy clouds floated leisurely in the blue sky. The wind kept blowing, but it could not drive away the stubborn heat.

Meng Youtian was moving extremely slowly in a disguise net, sweating profusely, but he tried to calm his heart. His ears stood up, identifying the sounds around him, looking for suspicious sources. In the woods, weeds and trees often make the means of discovering enemies more inclined to the ears than eyes.

Sand, sand, sand, slight sound appeared in front of Meng Youtian's left. He pursed his lips and smiled, slowly took off the camouflage net in a grass, but made it bulge a little. Then, he slowly retreated, lay down at the intersection of the two trees, and stretched out the barrel.

The figure appeared, and in a flash, it lost its trace. Meng Youtian did not move, narrowing his eyes slightly, listening to the sound. Insects were buzzing, whistling, the screams of woodpeckers on the trees, the clamor of the wind blowing the leaves... all kinds of strange tones made people feel strange.

Hearing it, the guy moved to the front right, Meng Youtian slowly turned the muzzle, and a sly smile appeared on his face covered in carbon black.

The same face painted with carbon black gradually appeared from the grass. Yu Xinjiang, the fastest-progressing Eighth Route Army sniper, slowly extended the Type 97 sniper rifle, pointing to a fake target made by Meng Youtian with a disguised net.

When Meng Youtian's gun barrel stretched towards Yu Xinjiang who was identified, it meant that he had failed. The fake target confused him, but his real murderous intent was dozens of meters behind the fake target.

"Come out, Xiao Yu." Meng Youtian suddenly appeared, scaring Yu Xinjiang, who was paying attention to the fake target, jumped. When he saw Meng Youtian's real hiding place, he couldn't help but blush.

"I lost again." Yu Xinjiang stood up in a little frustrated and shook his head gently.

Meng Youtian smiled faintly, looking at all directions and listening to all directions. It is not boasting, but has very high requirements for snipers. When the eyes may be blinded and deceived, we must rely on the role of other senses. Obviously, although Yu Xinjiang has made great progress, the gap is not small... to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)

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