Chapter 73: Disguise
The Japanese cavalry searched for more than half an hour.
Dozens of flares were fired intermittently.
However, in the end, it was all in vain.
Half an hour later, peace returned to the Huting stronghold again.
The whole night was so quiet as if nothing had happened.
However, Wang Ye was not fooled by appearances, but continued to lie there quietly without moving.
Sure enough, after another five or six minutes, another flare suddenly rose into the sky.
Wang Ye sneered in his heart, "You damned little devil, you want to compete with your grandfather? You're still naive!"
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With the help of the dazzling light from the flares, Kuroshima Morita, who was standing on the top of one of the gun towers, scanned the surroundings with a telescope, but still found nothing.
The bright light went out and the world fell into darkness again.
What followed was a helpless sigh from Kuroshima Morita.
"It seems that the Tubalu has really escaped." Kuroshima Morita sighed and said, "Order all infantry squadrons to lift their alert and go back to rest, and the guard squads to continue to be on alert."
After receiving the order from Kuroshima Morita, hundreds of Japanese cavalrymen who had been waiting in the dark dismounted, led their horses back to the stables, removed the saddles, and then returned to the dormitory to sleep.
Kuroshima Morita was also preparing to go back to the dormitory to sleep, but before leaving, he took another look at the night sky outside.
You are really a cunning guy, but good luck won’t always be with you. If you dare to come again, the Imperial Army will never let you go back alive.
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The entire stronghold fell silent again.
Wang Ye was sure that the Japanese had really stopped this time.
However, he was not in a hurry to launch the second wave of harassment.
Under the cover of night, Wang Ye took out the vegetable steamed bun that Lao Wang had prepared for him.
Although several hours had passed, the vegetable steamed bun was still warm because it was kept close to my body.
However, the boiled water in the military kettle was already icy cold. After slowly eating three vegetable steamed buns with the ice water, Wang Ye felt that his physical strength had returned to its peak state.
Then check and restore the disguise.
Wang Ye conducted an extremely thorough , not leaving out any omissions.
After making sure there were no problems with the camouflage, Wang Ye pulled out his rifle from under the blanket and locked onto the second target.
The second target was also a sentry, because a standing sentry was much easier to hit than a Japanese soldier sitting by the fire. Wang Ye's intention was to irritate the Japanese soldier, so it didn't matter which one he hit.
A few seconds later, Wang Ye gently pulled the trigger.
Suddenly, a muffled "pop" sound was heard in the darkness.
However, the muffled sound was not loud, and it could only be heard fifty meters at most, that is, to the trench.
This time Wang Ye learned his lesson. After firing the shot, he immediately retracted the Type 38 rifle and hid it under a camouflage blanket along with the homemade silencer. He then did not move again.
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A few seconds later, the alarm sounded again in the Huting stronghold.
Then two more flares flew into the air, illuminating an area of several kilometers as bright as day.
However, it was of no use. The Japanese still didn't find anything, and the Eighth Route Army was still nowhere to be seen.
Jiro Kuroshima was almost going crazy. Within just two or three hours, two sentries had been shot dead in succession, but they didn't even know where the Eighth Route Army was hiding.
This time, before Kuroshima Morita gave the order,
Jiro Kuroshima led his guard team out in full force and launched a second wave of carpet search of the area within a two-kilometer radius outside the Huting stronghold.
However, the results were no different.
After nearly two hours of searching, there was still no discovery.
The Japs still habitually ignored the area within a hundred meters.
In their subconscious, the Eighth Route Army would definitely run away after firing a cold shot.
Therefore, it was impossible for the Eighth Route Army to hide within a range of 100 meters.
After confirming that there was not even a rabbit within a two-kilometer radius, Kuroshima Jiro could only return to the base in shame with the more than 30 riders from his guard team.
Waiting for him was the stern-faced Kuroshima Morita.
Kuroshima Morita's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Is there anything more distressing than having your own younger brother take the lead in violating military orders?
Kuroshima Jiro didn't feel it because of his anger just now, but now he couldn't help but feel a little scared. He walked to Kuroshima Morita with his head hung and called him "Captain" again.
Kuroshima Morita slapped him with his backhand.
With a snap, five bright red fingerprints appeared on Kuroshima Jiro's face.
Kuroshima Jiro suddenly looked up and looked at his brother with some disbelief.
Kuroshima Morita said in a deep voice: "If you dare to attack without authorization again next time, you will be subject to military law!"
Unlike other officers, Kuroshima Jiro did not bow his head and admit his mistake after being slapped by his superiors. Instead, he stared at Kuroshima Morita with a fierce look. This naughty boy was spoiled.
Kuroshima Morita turned his gaze to the sergeant next to him and asked, "Have you found the Eighth Route Army?"
"No." The sergeant bowed his head and said, "We searched every inch of the ground within two kilometers and found nothing, so the Tubalu must not be within the two-kilometer range."
Kuroshima Morita said: "What do you mean?"
The sergeant bowed his head and said, "We suspect that the Eighth Route Army fired the gun from two kilometers away."
"Two thousand meters?" Kuroshima Morita said angrily, "Are you an idiot? You can hit a humanoid target accurately from two thousand meters away, not to mention it's at night. Why don't you try to shoot it?"
"It could also be 1,500 meters away."
The sergeant added: "When we responded and fired flares, the Tubalu quickly retreated 2,000 meters away, so we went out to search twice and found nothing."
"Even 1,500 meters is impossible."
Kuroshima Morita said: "No one can hit a humanoid target at such a long distance, not even during the day!"
The sergeant didn't dare to say anything more, but Kuroshima Jiro said with a dark face: "Then there is only one explanation, this Tubalu can fly or he can use the Five Elements Earth Escape Technique."
"Shut up, you idiot!"
Kuroshima Morita was furious and asked, "Is your brain filled with shit?"
"Still flying? Earth escape technique? Do you think this is the world of ninja?"
Just as China has the legend of knights, Japan also has the legend of ninjas.
The legendary ninja can fly, hide underground, run when encountering water and hide when encountering fire. They are almost omnipotent, even more exaggerated than the legendary Chinese knights.
Kuroshima Jiro protested: "Ninjas do exist."
Kuroshima Morita became more and more angry: "Of course ninjas exist, but they are just a bunch of stupid villagers! I can massacre an entire village of them by myself!"
Kuroshima Jiro didn't dare say another word.
Because he knew that everything Kuroshima Morita said was true.
Because he was young and ignorant, he was seriously injured by the ninja.
Then, after hearing the news, Kuroshima Morita slaughtered an entire ninja village in rage.
In front of a real kendo master, the ninja is a joke and cannot withstand a single blow.
Kuroshima Morita took a deep breath and asked the sergeant, "When the Eighth Route Army fired the first shot just now, you were caught off guard and didn't notice anything. I don't blame you."
"But just now, when the Tubalu fired the second shot,"
"You have already been prepared, but still haven't found anything?"
"You can't even tell where the bullet came from? You didn't even see the muzzle flash?"
The sergeant replied with a bitter look on his face: "The trajectory can be narrowed down to an angle of 60 degrees, but the distance is really impossible to determine, and the muzzle flash was not seen."
"You didn't even see the muzzle flash? That's impossible."
Kuroshima Morita's brows were instantly furrowed, and he was puzzled.
After thinking hard for a long time without any results, Kuroshima Morita ordered the artillery to fire two more rounds to illuminate the area.
Then he stood on a high place and used the strong light of the flares to carefully search the sixty-degree angle mentioned by the sergeant, from one hundred meters away from the trench of the stronghold to two thousand meters away, searching inch by inch.
But the wilderness in the telescope was clearly visible, without any obstruction.
If the Tubalu were really hiding somewhere in there, they would definitely be discovered.
The bright light from the flare soon went out, and Kuroshima Morita had no choice but to give up.
Although there are still a lot of flares transferred from Yangquan, they cannot be wasted.
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The Huting stronghold was in turmoil for nearly half an hour before it slowly calmed down.
Wang Ye estimated that it was already four o'clock in the morning, so he did not shoot again.
The harassment we have caused tonight is enough for the Japanese. If we continue to do this once or twice every night, the Japanese in the stronghold will go crazy in less than half a month.
I'll try to tease you later.
There is a high probability that the Japanese can be lured out.
Then we can ambush the Japanese.
Wang Ye put away his rifle and quietly withdrew from the position under the cover of night.
About a quarter of an hour later, Wang Ye had already mounted his warhorse and set out on his journey home.
