Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

The sergeant guarding the door was skeptical, but when he saw "Nagano Yuichiro" sitting in the middle of the warehouse, he felt relieved. Could it be wrong to obey the general's orders?

The sergeant took a deep breath. He wanted to seize this opportunity, show off in front of the general, and then change his fate!

How many chances do we have in life to fight? The most heroic thing is to stand at the forefront!

The sergeant immediately contacted the three cars of the transport team, parked them in front of the door in unison, and then organized the sentries to prepare to move the things specified by Wang Ming to the cars.

One of the young privates was a little scared, so he plucked up his courage and spoke hesitantly.

"Mr. Oda, according to the instructions, we must have the personal instructions of the headquarters before we can mobilize the materials in the warehouse!"

The sergeant hesitated for a moment, but when he saw the general's heroic appearance, he put his doubts behind him.

"Baga, can't you see the general is just sitting there? Do you want the general to go back to the headquarters to call you? Besides, the background of the exercise just announced is that the headquarters was bombed, so we have to act alone!"

"Hayi!"

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers carried all the gas masks onto the trucks, and then each truck had a driver and a sentry, plus the "general's guards."

The sergeant ran up to the general and stood at attention.

"General, the supplies have been loaded and will be transported to the frontline battlefield immediately!"

"Yoshi!"

"Nagano Yuichiro" waved his hand, and three cars sped towards the south of the city gate.

The sergeant stood beside Wang Ming and Zhang Xuan as if seeking credit, ready to welcome the triumphant convoy at any time.

Twenty minutes later, the soldier behind Zhang Xuan gestured to the sky. Three trucks had been captured and were about to drive to the base to deliver the three trucks of gas masks as express deliveries.

Zhang Xuan was worried that the night would be too long and he made a gesture to the special forces soldiers.

In a moment, a dagger cut off Cao Chang's neck, and he went to see the emperor with his dream of rapid success.

Several time bombs were left on the ammunition boxes in the warehouse, and General "Nagano Yuichiro" quietly left the warehouse with his guards.

The three or four Japanese soldiers standing guard at the warehouse door watched the general and his entourage leave, but they couldn't see their sergeant for a long time. After waiting for half an hour, there was still no trace of him. They bravely pushed open the warehouse door and found the sergeant, who looked like a dead dog, under a piece of canvas.

The warehouse was like a spark on the grassland, instantly igniting the dry Pingshun County. The sounds of the Japanese mobilization, whistles, and various telephone calls were intertwined.

The "Imperial Army" and the detective team all gathered at the slaughterhouse and were surrounded by Boss Hu and his men.

"Captain Jia, I just want to make a little money, but I don't want to cause big trouble. It seems that these friends of yours are not from the detective team, right?"

Jia Guier didn't expect that Boss Hu, who always cared only about money, seemed like a different person today and started to procrastinate.

"Boss Hu, we agreed in advance that one dollar per person, don't worry about the rest!"

"That won't work. If the Japanese track me down one day, I'll have to give an explanation. How about you guys stay in our slaughterhouse for a few days?"

Wang Ming heard this and thought that they were going to arrest them. How could this be allowed? Prepare to attack violently!

Zhang Xuan winked at Wang Ming, asking him to wait.

If we fall out with Boss Hu now, our brothers might be sacrificed. Moreover, as soon as the guns are fired, the Japanese will definitely surround us.

"Boss Hu, seeking money?"

"I don't ask for money, I ask for an explanation!"

"Okay, we are from the Jinnan Independent Column of the 386th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army!"

Boss Hu frowned, and a ripple of emotion appeared in his heart.

In his mind, the Eighth Route Army in southern Shanxi was indeed different from other forces. They were purer and more unyielding.

So, he admired this group of people very much.

"Really the Eighth Route Army?"

"really!"

Boss Hu waved his hand and his men put away all their guns.

"I admire the Eighth Route Army the most. I'm giving you this honor today. Please come in!"

After saying that, he ordered his younger brothers to send Zhang Xuan and others out.

At the last moment, Zhang Xuan clasped his fist towards him.

"Boss Hu, a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart. See you later!"

"Take care of yourself!"

Zhang Xuan led the soldiers and Jia Guier out of the city and rushed towards the camp without stopping.

Nagano Yuichiro rushed to the warehouse angrily. Seeing the mess on the floor, he was so angry that he rushed to the gate and killed all the remaining guards.

"Baga, you are a bunch of losers. You didn't even know to call the headquarters! Are your phones just for show?"

Just as Nagano Yuichiro was furious, the pointer of the pocket watch on the time bomb in the warehouse returned to zero.

"boom!"

The time bomb exploded, causing the ammunition in the warehouse to detonate, creating a brilliant firework in Pingshun County.

Fortunately, Nagano Yuichiro was not in the warehouse, otherwise he would have become a lieutenant general who was killed in the explosion in his own munitions warehouse.

Zhang Xuan and Wang Ming, who were far outside the city, looked at the gorgeous fireworks, smiled with satisfaction, and couldn't help singing "Returning from Target Practice".

Early the next morning, Wang Meng distributed the gas masks that Zhang Xuan had brought back, giving priority to the special operations team and the reconnaissance battalion. The rest were left at the headquarters for backup.

"Commander, according to the information Zhang Xuan brought back, no biochemical suits were found, only gas masks. The Japanese should have used poison gas bombs."

"Well, what's the next plan?"

"I'm going to send a telegram to the headquarters, asking them to contact the underground forces in Licheng to help find out the truth, and to send our investigators to Licheng as well."

"Okay! Let's try to blow up the gas bomb halfway, and try to choose a place with fewer people to prevent our civilians from being implicated."

Wang Meng immediately ordered the radio operator to send a telegram to the brigade and the headquarters, and also copied it to the brother troops, asking them to be more careful and also asking if there was any news from Licheng.

After waiting for a whole day, we could roughly judge from the news coming from all sides that the poison gas bomb was in Licheng, and would be transported to Pingshun County by a battalion of Japanese soldiers on the morning of the next day.

It’s only a hundred miles away, and the Japanese motorized troops can send reinforcements in an hour at most.

It is not easy to kill a whole battalion of Japanese soldiers, destroy the poison gas bombs, and avoid their pursuit.

Moreover, Pingshun County and Licheng County are both considered to be the enemy's hinterland, and are not suitable for large-scale concealed marches.

If we only use the special forces and a small reconnaissance battalion to attack, it will be difficult to ensure the effectiveness of the combat.

Wang Meng was almost going bald from thinking about this. How could he destroy all the poison gas bombs and escape unscathed, or at least avoid too many casualties?

Wang Meng wandered around the village like this. He had to reach the designated location before the Japanese set off, otherwise everything would be in vain.