At ease! The fat man only has these two words in his heart to describe his feelings.

Without him probing his brain to check, Song Ming had clearly told him the number and location of the little devils he had encountered, and also told him that there was a four-person little devil machine gun bunker at the street entrance more than 100 meters away.

At this time, in this position, no matter which side they attacked, they would be subjected to the other side's firepower, and this risk could not be taken.

The fat man made a tactical sign language to bypass the little devil patrol and attack the machine gun bunker, and then asked Song Ming to take the lead and lead the team towards the house.

The five men snuck into the war-torn house and went up to a room on the third floor.

The owner of this place had already fled, and after the baptism of war, the house was dilapidated, and then the fat man led the team to find a hidden corner, and told everyone in tactical sign language to follow him.

The whole street here is one building, next to each other, suitable for them to approach the target upstairs.

Every building has suffered the baptism of war, full of holes, and some buildings have been subjected to heavy artillery calls, and the whole half has collapsed, which shows that this is a purgatory on earth during the day.

By the moonlight, he could see a lot of blood stains on the wall, and also found a lot of severed limbs and broken flesh, and the fat man could deduce that the battle during the day was so fierce that it was fought street by street, and the battle situation was so fierce that it could be imagined.

He felt that the heavens were playing with him, and if he could have traveled ten years earlier, even if he couldn't change history, maybe the casualties of this war would not have been so tragic!

The team marched vigilantly between the buildings, estimating that they were about to reach the little devil's machine gun bunker, and the fat man motioned to Song Mingdao to stare out of the window, he didn't want to go deep into the hinterland of the little devil now, because Ma Dongming's gang was too vegetable, so he broke in recklessly, even if he touched a little devil general, it was not easy to bring it out.

Therefore, he took Ma Dongming and them to touch the little devil, on the one hand, to carry the corpse of the little devil. On the one hand, it is to prepare for the little devil generals, at least know how to cooperate, let them give him a hand.

Song Ming, who was secretly observing the street from the window, replied with a tactical sign language and signaled. The position of the team was correct, just above the little devil's machine gun bunker, the fat man replied with a sign language to continue to observe, and then asked them to make a tactical sign language against Ma Dongming, signaling the team to stay in a dilapidated house full of bricks and tiles.

Song Ming's observation is very interesting. This guy carried a small mirror with him, squatted under the window to avoid exposing his body, the small mirror was facing down and stretched out with one hand, and the little devil machine gun bunker appeared in the mirror, he held his head high like this, and he could observe it by looking at the small mirror, and the mirror was facing down, this angle and the moonlight were dead ends, and there was no reflection at all.

The fat man pouted. Song Ming is really a good candidate for scouts, this trip to Shanghai made him understand one thing, he felt that it was necessary for him to pry the wool of the Eighth Route Army, one was Song Ming, and now there is one more Wang Yi.

Ma Dongming, the fat kid, also thought about prying it over, and Lei Dabiao also wanted to, but considering that Ma Dongming's kid is an old party member and the head of a group, he wants to do this lack of morality. Ma Dongming would not agree.

Lei Dabiao's grenades and grenades were thrown into a mess, and this goods were also a staunch old Red Army, and there was not much hope.

The fat man could only stretch his black hand to Song Ming's kid, but he didn't expect it to be a bit of a hit. This kid is a thief, and his despicable methods and lazy style can't please him in the Eighth Route Army, so the fat man's eight-year bet on this kid is on the pole.

As for Wang Yi, the fat man felt that he still found someone to hurt his brain again.

Ma Dongming looked at the fat man with a stupid face, wondering why the fat man didn't move. Are you going to sit and watch the little devil commit suicide?

The fat man was too lazy to care about them, he was waiting for Song Ming's observations, he was going to teach Ma Dongming their first subject, the time difference!

Fortunately, they came relatively early, not because they were worried that they didn't have enough time, so they sat there for about thirty minutes, and Song Ming came over and used tactical surgery to tell the fat little devil's patrol that it was once every thirty minutes.

The fat man put on the gloves of the little devil's young officer, signaled Ma Dongming and them to follow the rope to descend, and asked them to immediately retract the rope after seeing him and Song Ming land, and then he and Song Ming solved the devil in the machine gun bunker, and they quickly went downstairs to take charge of carrying the little devil's body away.

A group of people followed, all watching how the fat man and Song Ming carried out the rope dropping, there was no mouth to explain, whether they understood or not, the fat man used his hand movements to indicate the direction of the hand and the brake hand, after the demonstration, only Ma Dongming drew a clear tactical sign language with a pen.

The fat man was a little impressed by this turtle, and then, he and Song Ming grabbed a straight and quietly went to the balcony, and on the ground directly below, several little devils in the machine gun bunker were talking and smoking, sometimes laughing a few times.

When the fat man heard this, his brows furrowed, these little devils were actually talking about a group of comfort women sent from Wanwan, and his words were debauched, he couldn't help but feel on fire in his heart, and at the moment of the rope drop, he swore fiercely that these little devils would have to be tortured.

Silently, the fat man and Song Ming appeared above the four little devils, only three meters from the ground.

The fat man nodded, then released the rope one after the other, and his body fell directly from the air.

The fat man is large, and the falling speed is faster than Song Ming for a moment, at this point of the time of the attack, his arms are rounded, and his five fingers are together to form a palm knife, and at the moment of landing, the palm knife slashes down fiercely, and accurately slashes at the back of the brain stem of the two little devils, which directly causes the blood supply to the brains of the two little devils to stagnate instantly, and it is so soft that it is there.

Song Ming was not polite, he drew his bayonet in the air, and at the moment of falling to the ground, the sharp bayonet was directly inserted from the back of a little devil, killing him instantly.

The movements of the two people were completed in the moment of the fall, and the remaining little devils were about to shout and attack, Song Ming was pumping the bayonet, the force of the fall was too great, and the bayonet was directly inserted into two-thirds of the little devil's stamina, and it took a long time to pull out.

This is one of the reasons why fat people only like to cut their throats when they hold daggers, daggers and bayonets that pierce into the human body, if the blood groove is not opened well, it is easy to be sucked by the blood in the body, resulting in great resistance to assassination, and when it is drawn out, it is often easy to be sucked by the blood in the cavity.

A quick reaction on the battlefield may be able to save your own life, which is one of the reasons why after the liberation, Mitsubishi military thorns can prevail, because of its three-sided blood groove, smooth entry into the body, unhindered extraction, a good partner for stabbing!

The fat man, who was quick-eyed, raised his hand and slashed the last little devil unconscious, and at this time Song Ming pulled out the bayonet.

The fat man sighed in his heart, he didn't have time to teach Song Ming the correct way to kill, and hurriedly used tactical sign language to signal that the goal of this thing had been achieved and evacuated...... (To be continued.) )