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

Bai Luo turned his gun towards the bridgehead again and saw that the main force of the Japanese troops was less than 200 meters away from the bridgehead, but their speed had slowed down.

Bai Luo immediately turned his gun around and aimed it at the Japanese soldiers who were chasing Zhang Weiguo and his companion.

After adjusting the magnification of the scope, I pulled the bolt, chambered a round, and pulled the trigger. The gun shook slightly, and a 7.62mm bullet was fired from the muzzle of the R93.

The next second, a spray of blood appeared on the chest of the Japanese soldier chasing at the forefront, and then his body swayed, causing the sidecar motorcycle to turn to the side.

Bai Luo quickly ejected the bullet, reloaded, and repeated the process, blowing the head off a Japanese soldier driving a sidecar motorcycle.

At the same time, the bullet, carrying residual kinetic energy, struck the Japanese soldier sitting in the back seat in the neck, causing him to fall off the vehicle and die instantly.

Zhang Weiguo and Hu Zi were also a bit confused. Was someone helping them? They hadn't heard any gunshots.

But the two of them, exhausted and out of breath, didn't have time to think about such nonsense.

Seeing that they were less than 200 meters from the foot of the mountain, they forced themselves to run towards the foot of the mountain, pushing their bodies to their physical limits.

Bai Luo then turned his gun on the remaining two Japanese soldiers who had jumped off the train, shooting them one by one to send them to the underworld.

After doing all that, Bai Luo replaced the magazine with a new one.

The gun barrel was then pointed at the bridgehead more than 800 meters away.

Judging from the number of tanks, it should be a division. At this point, the lead Japanese tank had stopped.

It seems that because the trees blocked their view, they did not realize that their own motorcycle squad had been completely wiped out.

Looking through the scope, I could see a small squad of Japanese soldiers had already climbed onto the bridge. They looked like Japanese engineers, and they were measuring something back and forth on both sides of the bridge.

Bai Luo ignored them; the C4 explosives had been stuffed into the gap, and they wouldn't notice it for a while.

He set the sniper rifle to maximum magnification and searched for the Japanese commander. Given the size of this division, the commander was undoubtedly a general.

He and Silly Girl couldn't hold off the entire division, but as long as the opposing division commander dared to show his face, Bai Luo was sure he could blow his head off.

Bai Luo steadied his breathing and tried hard to find his target, but this wasn't it, and this wasn't either.

After waiting for nearly 5 minutes, more than 10 Japanese officers appeared in the scope, the highest rank being colonel.

It's definitely not the division commander who led this division.

Meanwhile, at the bridgehead, a Japanese soldier reported to Colonel Yamano, "This bridge is not strong enough for an Imperial Mechanized Division to cross. We have to find a new route." A platoon leader of engineers, after inspecting the stone bridge, ran up to Yamano and said.

"Baka! How long exactly? We are key to the blitzkrieg plan devised by Commander Shōmō. We must arrive at the designated location at the specified time to launch the blitzkrieg."

The engineering squad leader was so frightened that he quickly replied, "It will take about 3 hours to build an emergency bridge that can accommodate the Imperial mechanized forces."

"You have two hours to build an emergency bridge that allows Imperial tanks to pass through unimpeded."

"Otherwise, you can explain it to the Lieutenant General Division Commander in the command vehicle behind you."

"Hi."

After the villager saw the engineering squad leader turn around to arrange the engineering work, he realized that the man from the mountains and countryside was in a bad mood.

He then spoke to a major standing to the side.

"Why hasn't the reconnaissance team returned yet? Send another infantry squad to check the area within 3 kilometers ahead, especially the mountain on the other side."

"Yes, sir." Upon hearing this, the major next to him immediately arranged for a squad of infantry to run across the stone bridge toward the opposite rocky hill.

Upon seeing this, Bai Luo cursed inwardly, "Those little devils are really cunning."

He still ignored the group of Japanese soldiers. The spot where he was lying was not near the mountain road, so even if the Japanese came up, they wouldn't be able to find him and the silly girl without searching every inch.

He refused to believe that he wouldn't be able to wait until he reached the rank of general or higher.

Time passed second by second, and the Japanese soldiers who were searching across the bridge also found the bodies of the entire 3D motorcycle squad that had been wiped out.

Through the scope, I saw that one member of the Japanese squad spun off and returned the way he came; he must have gone back to report.

Bai Luo remained motionless, showing no intention of firing a shot.

Zhang Weiguo and Hu Zi have now climbed to the location of the dilapidated temple at the top of the mountain.

They were taken aback when they saw the refugees hiding inside. They hadn't expected anyone to be hiding there.

"Hurry, run deeper into the mountains, the Japanese are already here!" Zhang Weiguo said anxiously as he walked into the dilapidated temple.

"Sir, the Japanese are probably just passing by; they won't go up the mountain, will they?"

Upon hearing Zhang Weiguo's words, an elderly man in his sixties stood up and responded.

Zhang Weiguo was both anxious and angry. The enemy on the other side was all mechanized troops, and the bridge would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure. The Japanese would definitely deploy engineers to carry out operations, and this was the only high ground around.

Without a doubt, during the time the Japanese engineers were working, any commander on the other side with a brain would have sent people to search this area.

To ensure the stable progress of engineering operations.

Zhang Weiguo argued with them for a few more minutes, but when he realized he couldn't persuade the group of refugees, he stopped arguing with them. He had done all he could.

There was nothing that could be done about their suicide attempt. Zhang Weiguo quickly walked out of the dilapidated temple to observe the situation of the Japanese soldiers, but as soon as he stepped out the door, Hu Zi rushed in.

"Commander, a squad of Japanese soldiers is already heading up the mountain."

Before Zhang Weiguo could say anything, the refugees behind him erupted in chaos, rushing out of the dilapidated temple to look down the mountain.

Sure enough, a group of Japanese soldiers were climbing up the mountain along the mountain path. They immediately rushed back to the dilapidated temple, began packing their things, and prepared to run into the woods behind the temple.

Zhang Weiguo laughed in anger and said nothing more.

"Commander, let's retreat too."

Zhang Weiguo looked around but didn't see the two children. He nodded and ran towards the back of the mountain.

Bai Luo was still lying quietly in the grass, seemingly blending into the surrounding withered grass under the cover of the camouflage net.

Bai Luo ignored the Japanese soldiers who were climbing the mountain; an excellent sniper must have enough patience.

Bai Luo was also locked in a stalemate with the Japanese, but there was some news that made him very happy.

To speed up the earthwork, the newly opened route was built using stone bridges, even though in the end no Japanese division commanders were ever seen.

Bai Luo could also detonate bombs, making the Japanese soldiers work for nothing, and if he was lucky, he could even destroy one or two Japanese tanks.

It's worth noting that Bai Luosai contained a significant amount of C4, a full 20 kilograms.

Thinking about this made Bai Luo, who was originally feeling a bit depressed, feel much better now.

An hour later, the Japanese engineers had already completed most of the work. I had to admire the speed at which they worked on the earthwork.

At this rate, the Japanese should be able to pass through normally in less than an hour.

I flipped my wrist and saw that the military-grade waterproof watch I had redeemed from the system store showed 11 o'clock, but the sky was overcast, and it was estimated that it would snow soon.