The Bourne Counterattack

Chapter 12 Growth
  If a person is thrown into a cruel environment, he will either sink or become self-reliant, and the speed of his growth will be astonishing.

Cheng Mo is undoubtedly the latter.

Because he knew what he wanted, fighting was the best teacher, and he began to get injured. The next day, the Japanese army arranged some soldiers with excellent marksmanship in the attacking team to look for Cheng in a targeted manner. silent.

Snipe him.

But at this time, the Japanese army obviously didn't pay enough attention to Cheng Mo. They knew that there were sharpshooters hidden in the national army opposite.

But they didn't figure out whether it was one or several...

Cheng Mo also kept an eye on it. He didn't use the same gun, but kept changing it. Sometimes it was a 98-inch cap, sometimes a Mauser K rifle, sometimes a medium-sized rifle, or even an old sleeve. It was also used that the Japanese army could not judge from the killed officers and soldiers whether it was the same person who shot, so the sniper teams they sent were separate, did not cooperate with each other, and were even aimless.

Of course, from the perspective of real combat literacy, Cheng Mo is really not as good as these well-trained Japanese soldiers. After all, the military training he received is quite limited, but he knows how to tap and develop his potential.

In the month since the war broke out, he has been working hard to understand the world and improve himself at the rear. His physical fitness and explosive power are now as good as those of ordinary national soldiers.

After all, if you don't have to worry about food and drink, and carry out targeted training, one month can bring about earth-shaking changes.

Choosing this time to go to the battlefield with Wu Jianfeng and others was also the result of careful consideration. He needed a cruel environment to train himself.

If you are not crazy, you will not survive. If you can survive in the cruel battlefield, then there will be nothing to fear next.

Without this foundation, he wouldn't be able to last a day on the battlefield, and he wouldn't even be able to awaken that incredible ability.

People are all forced. If you don’t force yourself, you will never know how much potential you have.

Of course, he has not considered some aspects too lightly, so he is still a little anxious. However, no battle will make you prepare for everything. Now that it is coming, you can only accept it calmly and work hard to adapt. .

The gash on his left cheek was scratched by a bullet fired by one of the Japanese snipers (still called sharpshooters at this time, don't be picky), and it has already scabbed over.

There are also thighs. If it weren't for the leggings, the shrapnel would have directly cut off the artery in his calf. There is also the left shoulder, with a cut in the waist area on the left back...

Every time he passed by the gate of hell, he failed to enter, and more and more Japanese died in his hands.

The Bantian Brigade, which had been fighting fiercely with the 524th Regiment for less than half a month, finally discovered Cheng Mo's existence. They also gave Cheng Mo a nickname, the King of Killing, and Cheng Mo even gave himself a nickname, called : Old K, this old K has two meanings, one is King, which means king, and the other is Kill, which means killing.

When combined, they become the King of Slaughter.

"198, Xiao Mo. There are so many Japanese who have been killed by you on record. You are now the veritable king of murderers." Wu Jianfeng, who had a shaggy look on his face, carefully recorded it for Cheng Mo in a small notebook. , very simple, just mark the word "正", and mark it once every time you kill a Japanese.

"How about we go out tonight and make up a round number?" Cheng Mo chuckled and wiped his 38 cap. In the entire battalion, he is the only one who has the right to move freely. The others But no.

"Just the two of us?" Wu Jianfeng was surprised.

"Yes, just the two of us. I observed it when we were out of position today. About 700 meters to the left and in front of our place, there is a bombed-out block. Vehicles cannot pass through, but a single person can. We can quietly Touch him and fuck him?" Cheng Mo became more and more bold, which was the expansion brought about by his strength.

"It's not broad daylight. We still have to touch the Japanese defense area and ask for permission to set up camp." Wu Jianfeng shook his head.

"Let's go quietly, return quietly, tell the camp, and this matter will be settled." Cheng Mo said in confusion, "It's exciting to touch the Japanese whistle, don't you want to experience it?" Wu Jianfeng thought about it, he did too He is a restless master who has never been timid. He couldn't help but feel moved: "There are just the two of us. There are too few people. How many more people can we call?"

"Okay, we can't have more than five people in total, otherwise it will be difficult to hide our whereabouts!" Cheng Mo thought about it, nodded, and agreed. The more people there are, the more things can be done.

The black paint made from plant ash mixed with soybean oil is applied to the face. In the dark night, it looks like a ghost. If you accidentally bump into it, it can really scare people away.

"Old Wu, what are you doing?"

"Oh, go out and poop..."

"You don't need so many people to go pooping, right?"

"For safety..." Wu Jianfeng said perfunctorily. With so many people taking action, they would definitely not be able to hide it from other friends on the battlefield.

Everyone knew that these people had found an excuse to go hunting again. They had seen it all in the past few days.

The Japs on the opposite side were tortured so much at night, and their offensive intensity was much weaker the next day. Who can not sleep well one night and still be able to charge with a roar the next day?

The little devil is not made of iron either.

Who is best at this kind of harassment tactic? The frontline officers and soldiers are like a mirror in their minds. No one says it, not everyone can do this.

People have this ability in three platoons and one shift.

The Japanese's searchlights are all bright, but no matter how dense the searchlights are, they cannot be lined up in a row and shine like this. There are always gaps that can be exploited.

This is the advantage of having fewer people. When there are more people, they start to care about the beginning rather than the end. As long as one person is exposed, then all of them will be exposed.

Fortunately, except for Cheng Mo, a newcomer, everyone else is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. Not to mention well-trained, at least they have rich combat experience.

The five people cautiously and gradually approached the front line of the Japanese position.

After the Japanese suffered losses, they strengthened their vigilance, doubled the number of sentries, and equipped them with hidden sentries. Moreover, they also repaired the bunkers previously left by the national army.

Probably because he knew that night fighting was not good for his side, the Japanese commander also gave up night fighting. Except for occasionally sending out elite squads to explore camps, the national army also took precautions after suffering a lot of losses. Basically, there was no chance. However, the strength of the Japanese army continued to increase. With the cooperation of aircraft and artillery, the national army's outer positions have been almost eaten away. Without depth defense, it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.

But we have to persist, as 40 million compatriots are watching!
  The light of the searchlight passed over the crater. Inside the crater, Cheng Mo and five people were lying on their sides at the bottom holding weapons, motionless.

There are blind spots in the crater. No matter how good the enemy's eyesight is, there is still something they cannot see. The shadow area close to the searchlight cannot be seen.

When the lamppost passed, the five people quickly jumped out of the crater and ran towards the next hidden area. They had to hide before the lamppost swept over them.

This is a great test of endurance and reaction speed, and most people really can't do it.

Entering that abandoned neighborhood, there were even more places to hide.

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