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Chapter 656: Open Plank Road
On the ground outside the airport.

Long Wenjian was directing everyone to strengthen the fortifications, while Wang Zhong was playing with the Lee Enfield sniper rifle he had just obtained from the British. The British stuff was pretty good. Although the name was similar to the pistol in Long Wenjian's hand, they were not the same model. Wang Zhong's gun was longer than the pistol in Long Wenjian's hand and had a longer range.

The key is that the Lee-Enfield rifle uses a magazine-type loading method, which is very different from the Japanese Army's Type 38 rifle.

Moreover, the performance of this gun is very good, and it ranks among the best among guns of the same type. Otherwise, Long Wenjian would not value his short rifle so much.

Wang Zhong asked for ten rifles from the old British scoundrel in one go, and distributed five of them to the best shooters in the cannon fodder group. Of course, the best is relative.

Submachine guns and machine guns are needed to suppress the enemy on the battlefield, but snipers who can accurately hit targets are also needed.

Before the battle, Wang Zhong specially selected seven or eight high points suitable for sniping, and arranged Bu La and another soldier with relatively good marksmanship to be there. The rest were directly stuffed into the trenches by Long Wenjian.

Although the view from a high place is wider and the sight line is better, which is suitable for sniping, it is also easy to be discovered by the enemy, easily targeted by concentrated fire, and even possibly hit by artillery shells.

But these are unavoidable.

In addition to these, Wang Zhong also assigned himself two soldiers, both of whom were defeated soldiers who had just been recruited into the team. They had no combat experience, but they knew how to load bullets. Wang Zhong asked the two soldiers to be responsible for helping him change bullets.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and night was falling. Although the Japanese army was stationed outside the airport, they had no intention of attacking.

Long Wenjian felt relieved, but he still did not dare to be careless and ordered the cannon fodder to reinforce the fortifications overnight.

As the night deepened, everything on and off the mountain fell silent, and the cannon fodder who had been busy building fortifications finally fell down from exhaustion.

Long Wenjian lay on the edge of the trench, looking at the direction below the mountain, but he was not sleepy at all.

"Still not sleeping at this late hour?"

A familiar voice came from behind, and Long Wenjian didn't even turn his head: "You are the same."

Wang Zhong walked to Long Wenjian's side and also lay down on the edge of the trench: "The Japanese army should not attack tonight."

"Having said that, we still can't be careless." Long Wenjian looked solemn.

Wang Zhong said: "You haven't had a good rest for several days."

"Aren't you the same?" Long Wenjian turned his head to take a look, but quickly turned his gaze back to the foot of the mountain.

"I'm different from you. I'm a martial artist, and I'm full of energy. A few hours of rest every day is enough. But you're just an ordinary person. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to bear it."

Long Wenjian shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine. I can handle it."

Long Wenjian was very opinionated and had a lot of ideas. No matter how much he said, it was useless. Wang Zhong stopped trying to persuade him. Instead, he looked up at the dark night and couldn't help but sighed, "A dark and windy night is a good time to kill people!"

"Hmm?" Long Wenjian heard something behind Wang Zhong's words and looked at him curiously: "What do you want to do?"

Wang Zhong grinned at Long Wenjian and said, "How many Japanese soldiers do you think are there at the foot of the mountain now?"

Long Wenjian thought for a moment before saying, "It should not exceed one squadron before dark, but it is hard to say now."

This airport is the only one owned by the British in Myanmar and it is also the British army's stronghold in Myanmar. As long as it is taken, the British army will have no foothold in Myanmar, and the main force of the Japanese army in Myanmar, the Takeuchi Regiment, can rush to the Nujiang River without any worries.

As soon as the words fell, combined with Wang Zhong's behavior in the past few days, Long Wenjian's face showed shock: "You are not planning to attack the Japanese garrison at night?"

"Why not?" Wang Zhong said, "We're relying on you for this position! Let's go!"

Having said that, Wang Zhong stood up and walked to the side.

"Hey!"

Long Wenjian suddenly turned around and called out to Wang Zhong.

"Be careful. If you don't have a chance, retreat immediately. I'm counting on you, a sharpshooter, to help me kill a few more devils!"

"Don't worry! I won't be stubborn."

Wang Zhong waved at him and continued walking towards the darkness.

Long Wenjian looked at Wang Zhong's departing back and paused for a long while before he could not help but sigh: "If all Chinese people were like this, why would we, the great China, be afraid of the Japanese invaders?"

"If everyone had his skills, they would have driven the Japs back to Japan long ago." Meng Fanle's voice came from the side.

Long Wenjian glanced at him and said, "It's a pity that all our countrymen are like you, Meng Quezi, that's why we were defeated all the way from the northeast to Zenda."

"Tsk!" Meng Fanle said disdainfully: "If everyone were like you, we would have driven the Japanese out of China long ago." Meng Fanle was praising Long Wenjian, but it was not difficult to hear the sarcasm in his sour words.

Long Wenjian ignored him and stared at the direction where Wang Zhong disappeared for a while. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at the Japanese camp shrouded in thick darkness.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Japanese army will attack tomorrow. Long Wenjian did not feel the slightest fear in his heart, but rather a little impatient.

From a quartermaster lieutenant who mended socks to the commander of a Sichuan Army with nearly a battalion of troops, although this commander was only wearing a fake coat of fur, as long as he could fight and kill the Japanese, no matter how fake the coat was, Long Wenjian would have to wear it.

As time went by, except for the night guards, the rest of the cannon fodder had already fallen into a deep sleep. After running around for several days, they were already exhausted both physically and mentally. What they wanted to do most now, besides fighting the Japanese and winning a great victory, was to find a soft big bed and have a good sleep.

But just as they were meeting Zhou Gong, a series of explosions suddenly came from the Japanese army camp in the woods at the foot of the mountain. The rumbling sound was deafening, and the flames that shot up into the sky illuminated half the sky. Soon, there was a dense sound of gunfire that sounded like firecrackers exploding.

Light machine guns, heavy machine guns, and rifles.

However, at the beginning, the sounds of light and heavy machine guns were not continuous. After a few minutes, the sound of machine guns disappeared, leaving only the dense sound of rifles, still rising and falling and echoing in the mountains and forests.

The sleeping cannon fodder were awakened one after another, poked their heads out of the trenches, and stood looking in the direction of the Japanese camp at the foot of the mountain in shock.

Long Wenjian had already climbed up to a high place from the trench using his hands and feet. He was looking at the situation below the mountain with a telescope. Unfortunately, the distance was too far and the sky was dark. The fire in the Japanese camp after the explosion also died down. Long Wenjian could only vaguely see the situation in a corner of the Japanese camp.

"Horse riding!"

"This Wang Zhong is really a talented person."

"If this happened in ancient times, it would be Zhao Zilong or Yang Zaixing, who would kill a general in battle and take his own flag, or even take the head of a general in the midst of thousands of troops!"

Bu La, who was standing next to him, frowned, very worried: "Damn it, you made such a big scene, don't let those little Japanese block you from coming back!"

"If you can't speak, don't speak. No one thinks you are dumb!" Long Wenjian glared at him and said unhappily.

Bu La looked at Long Wenjian and said, "Should we go down and pick up Boss Wang?"

Long Wenjian shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the Japanese camp with flames rising to the sky in the forest a few miles below the mountain. He said in a serious tone, "Before he left, he specifically told me to watch over you and not to leave the battlefield to look for him!"

"Damn it, are we just going to watch him being hunted down by the little Japanese?" Bu La said anxiously.

Although Wang Zhong had not been in their shelter for long, only a little over a month at most, but in that time, he had already regarded Wang Zhong as his own brother. Especially in the past few days, Wang Zhong had led them to kill batch after batch of Japanese devils, and all the resentment and frustration that had been suppressed in their hearts for many years had been vented out. Bula had already regarded Wang Zhong, his fellow villager, as an idol.

"Damn it, do you think I don't want to? Do you think the Japs are fools? Their sentries must be watching us all the time. It's okay for Wang Zhong to go alone, it's easy to hide, but if there are so many of us, if we all move, do you think the Japs are blind and can't see it?"

Long Wenjian was also feeling angry. He had thought of launching a night attack at the beginning, but since the Japanese dared to camp at the foot of the mountain, they must have made thorough preparations. Maybe they had already set up a trap and were waiting for them to come to their door.

Although Long Wenjian was eager to fight a big battle and win a great victory, he was not the kind of person who acted rashly. On the contrary, Long Wenjian was meticulous and thoughtful. He had thought about this possibility a long time ago, but unfortunately he denied it.

The reason is very simple, he can't afford the gamble!

Now he has about 400 people with him. Even if the Japanese send a large group, he is confident that he can hold his position and keep the Japanese outside the airport. But if he takes the initiative to attack, the 400-plus people they have now are no longer the dozens of people they had at the beginning. Any slight movement will be difficult to hide from the eyes of the Japanese army.

"Then I'll take a few people with me to support them?" Bu La suggested again.

"How many people are you bringing with you? Do you think you are better than Wang Zhong in martial arts or in marksmanship?"

"Even if you run, you're not as fast as him, right?"

"What if they don't get the call? What if they run into the Japanese instead? Will you pick him up or will he save you in return?"

In fact, Long Wenjian did not support Wang Zhong's action of going down alone to steal the camp, but he did not have the confidence to speak in front of Wang Zhong, and he also knew that he could not persuade Wang Zhong, so he did not object.

But he would not let Bula and the others go down the mountain easily. It was not because he was targeting Wang Zhong, but because he did not want Bula and the others to lose their lives in vain.

As soon as Long Wenjian finished speaking, a voice that was very familiar to both of them rang out from the darkness on the other side of the hillside.

“The commander is right. If you really go down, you will be holding me back.” As he spoke, Wang Zhong’s figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

"I knew you would be fine." When Bu La saw Wang Zhong, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Long Wenjian gave Wang Zhong a thumbs up.

Wang Zhong smiled at Long Wenjian, revealing his white teeth: "I wonder if the commander is interested in staging a night raid on the camp?"

(End of this chapter)