This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 182 Cleaning the battlefield

Through the Barrett's scope, Bai Luo watched as two headless corpses slowly fell to the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief. Although the number of Japanese heads was small this time, the pressure they put on Bai Luo was considerable.

Especially the two Japanese snipers, if it weren't for their sense of danger, he estimated that their bulletproof vests would have several more holes after a battle.

He stored his belongings from the battlefield into his system space and picked up a submachine gun next to the corpse of a Japanese soldier.

"Good heavens, it's an American product. Not the Type 100 submachine gun that the Japanese soldiers made themselves."

Bai Luo couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement.

Bai Luo's weapon is an M3 submachine gun, also known as a grease gun, with a magazine capacity of 30 rounds and an effective range of 200 meters, although it becomes inaccurate after 150 meters.

Carrying the M3 submachine gun, Bai Luo walked towards the last Japanese soldier marker on the monitoring radar.

At this moment, Sugimoto Ichimoku had fallen into a coma, his face deathly pale. If it weren't for his markings on the monitoring radar, Bai Luo would have thought that the Japanese colonel was already dead, but it seemed that it would be soon.

Bai Luo kicked Sugimoto Ichimoku twice but found that the other party showed no signs of waking up. So Bai Luo then kicked Sugimoto Ichimoku's knee joint with great force.

"Click"

With a crisp snapping sound, the pain in his leg gradually brought Sugimoto Ichimoku back to consciousness.

Once he regained consciousness, Sugimoto Ichimoku felt a sharp pain in his leg, but he could only contort his face in agony and could no longer utter a sound.

Seeing this, Bai Luo knew that the Japanese soldier was really not far from death. As the Japanese colonel was about to close his eyes again, Bai Luo quickly went up and swung his big nose bag twice.

"Hey, don't die yet, I still have questions to ask you!"

Perhaps the two large bulges had an effect, or perhaps Bai Luo's voice awakened Sugimoto Kazumo's senses.

Sugimoto Kazumo's eyes slowly opened again, and Bai Luo quickly spoke up when he saw this.

Are you the commander of this squad?

Upon hearing the somewhat childish voice, Sugimoto Ichimoku strained to focus, his previously unfocused pupils slowly refocusing.

Upon seeing Bai Luo in his combat uniform, he recognized the outfit from his binoculars. This was the same person who had wiped out the special forces team he had painstakingly assembled.

When he finally saw the person's face clearly, Sugimoto Ichimoku's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, widened instantly.

This action startled Bai Luo, who thought the Japanese soldier was preparing to retaliate. He immediately became wary and wondered if he should kick the Japanese soldier's other leg off.

After Sugimoto Ichimoku repeatedly confirmed that it wasn't a hallucination caused by excessive blood loss, a bitter smile appeared on his lips. Well, in China, only children are this short.

I never imagined that the special forces team I had painstakingly assembled would be wiped out by a child.

Thinking of this, Sugimoto Ichimoku felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him.

The next moment, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and after staring at Bai Luo for the last time, his head lolled to the side and he died.

Sugimoto's series of actions took only a few seconds.

"No, what did he mean? I just asked him one question and he vomited blood and died? How can this Japanese colonel be so hot-tempered? He even glared at me."

Obviously, no one could answer Bai Luo's question.

While Bai Luo was still feeling down.

Suddenly, I heard Silly Girl's voice in my headphones.

"Little Luo, Little Luo, are all the Japanese devils dead?"

"Silly girl, why haven't you left yet? The Japanese are all dead. If you haven't left, hurry up and come with me to clean up the battlefield."

"it is good."

Silly Girl replied succinctly.

Zhuge Ming, who was standing next to her, was shocked by what the silly girl said.

Is this girl so confident in Bai Luo?

He immediately asked if they were all dead.

Those were over 100 Japanese soldiers, and they were special Japanese soldiers.

Seeing that Silly Girl had already started the cat car, Zhuge Ming interrupted his chaotic thoughts and quickly followed.

Less than ten minutes later, Bai Luo heard the roar of a cat car coming from behind.

Bai Luo stood up, carrying a command sword that had been blasted black.

Looking back, wow, they hadn't left after all.

In the distance, a cat-shaped vehicle sped towards them, crammed with at least a dozen Red Party fighters, one of whom was riding on the barrel of a Gatling gun.

When Silly Girl brought the cat car to a stop in front of Bai Luo, Zhuge Ming, who was in the passenger seat, immediately jumped out of the car.

He quickly went to Bai Luo's side and looked her up and down. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that Bai Luo was only dirty and had no wounds.

God knows how fast his heart was beating when the silly girl drove back alone, especially when he saw the windshield in front of the driver's seat that had been hit by a bullet.

Fortunately, he learned from the silly girl that Bai Luo was alright, otherwise he would probably be out fighting the Japanese soldiers with a gun by now.

The remaining Red Party fighters also jumped off the vehicle and began cleaning up the battlefield.

When they discovered the equipment on the corpses of Japanese soldiers on the battlefield, they stared in shock.

"Wow, these Japanese devils are really well-equipped, they're all armed with submachine guns!"

One of the Red Party fighters finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

This exclamation also brought Zhuge Ming, who was concerned about whether Bai Luo was injured, back to his senses.

Looking at Bai Luo's dirty little face, Zhuge Ming laughed and scolded.

"You little rascal, that silly girl said these Japanese devils are special, and she wouldn't let me help you. Come on, let's go see how special the Japanese devils you killed really are."

When Zhuge Ming arrived at the earthen slope where Bai Luo had been hiding, he looked at the positions of the dead Japanese soldiers around him and knew that Bai Luo was in danger.

Seeing that almost all the Japanese soldiers were using automatic firearms, I was really worried for Bai Luo.

Regardless of the Japanese soldiers' combat skills during their lifetime, Zhuge Ming believed that with this equipment, they could easily defeat a Red Army battalion.

No wonder Xiao Luo didn't want us to come over; it would be no different from delivering food to someone.

Zhuge Ming carefully surveyed the battlefield again. Having been through many battles, he could tell the Japanese attack route and the deployment of the enemy commander just by looking at the traces left after the battle.

He vigorously rubbed the helmet on Bai Luo's head.

"Xiao Luo, you're really lucky. The Japanese soldiers obviously didn't bring grenade launchers or mortars, otherwise they would have leveled this little mound of earth that's only a meter high."

Bai Luo straightened his helmet, which had been crumpled and bent, and thought to himself, "It's not that I'm lucky, it's that I noticed early on that these Japanese devils weren't carrying heavy weapons."

However, he carried quite a few grenades.

Each Japanese soldier carried at least four grenades.

As for why they didn't bring heavy weapons, that's because the already deceased Sugimoto Ichimoku initially gave the order to abandon heavy equipment and pursue the enemy lightly.

This time he brought not only mortars and grenade launchers.

To prevent any unexpected situations, he specifically instructed his team members to each carry two extra grenades.

But who knew that as soon as they infiltrated, they would encounter Bai Luo, an unexpected surprise.

Because time was of the essence, Zhuge Ming didn't know whether the Second Regiment of the West had recaptured the position or not, and he couldn't stay there any longer.

Everyone quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and even the remaining guards and Section Chief Liu who arrived later joined in the cleanup.

After the cleaning was finally finished, Bai Luo's cat-shaped cart and the horses that the guards rode over were piled with Japanese soldiers' cotton-padded clothes, shoes, and vests.

There was nothing I could do. To paraphrase Zhuge Ming, these Japanese soldiers were too fat; I couldn't bear to throw away a single thing.