Sun Hunter

Meiling smiled, very sweetly, and an inexplicable feeling of happiness came over her.

"Then do you still want to drink?"

"I think I'll never have enough."

Mei Ling took another mouthful of wine and fed it to Mo Ran's mouth. Their two hot lips kissed together again, and they separated after a long time.

"Then you are not allowed to drink from a cup anymore, I have to feed you like this."

"Hahaha." Mo Ran couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes he felt that Meiling was like a child, her words were so funny.

"What are you laughing at? What I said is true."

"Okay, okay, you can feed me like this from now on when I drink with the group leader."

"Brother Mo Ran, you are so bad. Did they say you were at home?" Meiling blushed suddenly and said with an angry smile.

The next day, Long Shutian, Brigadier Zhang and Political Commissar Huang all left. There were many things waiting for them to do. Long Shutian not only brought some bullets and throwing knives to Mo Ran, but also schooled them.

Mo Ran's gun was inspected and repaired. The lifespan of a sniper rifle is only 2,000 rounds of ammunition. Mo Ran's gun has been used very hard. Even though it was well maintained, Long Shutian still replaced the firing pin and spring. At the same time,

The guns of the Wolf Soul members were also calibrated and repaired one by one.

Long Shutian is really a firearms expert. He can tell there is something wrong with the gun as soon as he touches it. He disassembles it after three strokes, five divided by two, and the gun is just a toy in his hand. Looking at his skillful movements, the Wolf Soul members

They all shouted loudly. They had never seen anyone who knew the gun so well, and even the captain couldn't compare with him. The gun felt much easier to use once it was in his hands.

Although Mo Ran and Meiling were reluctant to leave, they knew that Father Long had more important things to do, so they had to say goodbye to Father Long with tears. When they were leaving, Long Shutian took out a jade bracelet, put it on Meiling's hand, and said with tears:

"Meiling, this was originally given to Xue Ran by Xue Ran's mother when she got married, but she was not so lucky. Dad is giving it to you now. I hope you can grow old together and love each other, so that Xue Ran can still smile even under Jiuquan.

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"Dad." Meiling threw herself into Long Shutian's arms and cried like a tear. Her mood was extremely excited and sad. This happiness was really hard-won.

During the past few days when Indifferent was recovering from his injuries, Fujita Yuo was not idle. He intensified his training day and night to run in the new team. He also used live people for training. They were captured civilians, Eighth Route Army and Kuomintang prisoners. Fujita wanted his team.

Everyone in it becomes a cold-blooded killer, treating life as nothing.

He hated Indifferent to the core, and also asked his soldiers to hate the Chinese to the core. The Japanese army has always taught soldiers this way. They called the Chinese Chinese pigs, which means killing Chinese is no different from killing livestock, so that

Only then did the Japanese soldiers use such bloody and cruel methods to deal with the Chinese, not even sparing the common people, women and children. They also took pleasure in killing people, as evidenced by the Nanjing Massacre.

After Fujita Yu trained his special attack team, more than a hundred lives have been lost to their swords. Seeing the Chinese people falling in a pool of blood, they would laugh wildly, as if they had killed the Taihang Magic Sword. The weapons they were equipped with were not there.

They are those sturdy and hard-to-use things made in Japan, but they are all equipped with German-made submachine guns and 98k sniper rifles. The machine guns have also been replaced by Czech ones, which are much easier to use than crooked ones.

Fujita Yuo couldn't laugh, because the snipers were all selected from the Yamazaki Army with excellent marksmanship. They had not received sniper training. In his opinion, they did not have the quality of snipers. This was also a problem that worried him.

He has seen the snipers under Taihang Shen Dao. Although they are not professional, they are trained and have the general qualities of snipers. He has never seen Mo Ran use a sniper rifle, but he has already

Hear.

Training a qualified sniper does not take a day or two. Fujita Yu couldn't wait any longer. He was eager for revenge. On the one hand, he asked people to search for outstanding snipers in the army, and on the other hand, he also started his revenge.

His first target was the closest to Licheng, the 1st Battalion of the 338th Regiment, where the lives of hundreds of soldiers had been buried due to betrayal by traitors, but now it was targeted by Fujita Yuu as his actual training ground.

At the first stop, his purpose was to raid the battalion headquarters, kill the commander of the first battalion and then retreat immediately.

The three companies of the First Battalion were stationed at an angle, forming a cover for each other. Battalion Commander Zhang Wannian and the others were stationed in the rear triangle. To attack the headquarters of the First Battalion, they had to pass through the stations of the First Company and the Third Company. Fujita had already inquired about all this.

It's very clear and the map is very detailed.

Fujita also made a plan. After the successful attack, he immediately evacuated towards Niubei Mountain. Although Niubei Mountain was more dangerous, it could not stop them from climbing over, and it could also block the pursuers very well. When he heard that Niubei Mountain was once the Taihang Magic Sword,

He wanted to see the place where one man killed more than a hundred Emperor's soldiers with his bare hands.

It was night, and Fujita Yuo had led his troops to quietly approach the No. 1 company station. He knew that the Eighth Route Army was now more cautious than before in posting sentries. There were not only open sentries, but also hidden sentries. He ordered the troops to stop in the jungle and carefully observed the surrounding movements. He had not done so for a long time.

After the battle, the secret whistle was no longer so dark. They were soon noticed by Fujita Yu and others. He pointed at two directions in front of him. With a wave of his hand, the four team members quietly approached like ghosts. His movements were clean and neat.

The two sentries were killed without even making a sound.

Fujita was very satisfied with their action. With a wave of his hand, the large army quietly passed through the middle area between the 1st and 3rd companies and rushed straight to the battalion headquarters. The entire 1st battalion officers and soldiers except the sentries fell into a deep sleep.

Entering the vicinity of the camp headquarters, the camp was guarded by four sentries, but there were no secret sentries. This made Fujita Yui very happy. He called Kawazawa Takera and whispered a few words. Kawazawa nodded, and quickly took a few people and quietly

He dodged past, but when they were more than ten meters away, they stopped moving forward. Each took out a copper tube from his pocket and inserted a steel needle with a broken piece of hair on the end. He only made a gesture to the others, and almost

Personally, I would also like to raise my finger to identify my attack target.

The murderous intent came silently, and four steel needles pierced the night almost at the same time, nailing the necks of the four sentinels. The needles were all quenched with poison. Several sentinels died soon after being hit by the needles. It was obvious to see

It all makes you worry.

Fujita Yu saw it, but he quickly divided his team, determined the attack target, and quickly launched the attack. He also stipulated that guns should not be used as a last resort in battles, because what he was looking for was the feeling of killing. He was a samurai, and most of the soldiers he led were samurai.

, they are all accustomed to using knives.

Each team quickly got into position and was about to take action, but was discovered by a soldier who suddenly went out to relieve himself. When he saw so many black figures around him, he shouted loudly.

"Who are you? What do you do?"