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

The Japanese cavalry searched the ravine back and forth three times but found no clues. Then they left most of the cavalry to stand guard and asked another person to ride quickly to the top of the ridge.

The Japanese cavalry took out their flags and raised flag signals on the ridge of Shentouling.

"Pass safely and quickly!"

At this moment, the Japanese cavalry was less than ten meters away from Wang Meng who was hiding in the pile of dry grass, and could even see the foreign horse's brown eyes.

Murata Shio nodded with satisfaction and chopped down with his white-gloved hand.

"There's an old Chinese saying: Speed ​​is the essence of war! Get through quickly!"

Two squadrons of Japanese infantry led the way, followed by another two squadrons of Japanese soldiers, with ten trucks sandwiched in between, and they marched towards Shentouling in a mighty manner.

When they reached the Shentouling Ridge, the cunning Murata Shio stopped the team again.

"Yoshi, the Eighth Route Army will definitely attack. Order the Xiaotian Squadron to occupy both wings of the mountain ravine and protect the passage of the main force!"

Murata Shio's mouth corners slightly raised, very satisfied with his foolproof deployment.

According to intelligence, there are no large-scale hostile forces operating between Pingshun County, Licheng and Changzhi.

With the strength of half a battalion that he now has, he can completely eliminate the harassing enemy. Therefore, as long as he remains careful enough and does not let the enemy take advantage of any loopholes, he will be able to complete the escort mission smoothly.

Murata Shio seemed to see his poison gas bombs shining brightly on the battlefield!

"The damn Chinese actually dared to anger the Empire. They overestimated their own capabilities! Rest here and wait for Oda's squadron to occupy both sides of the ravine, and then we can pass through in one go!"

Just as Murata Shio dismounted and sat on the embankment, holding his command knife in one hand and a water bottle in the other.

"This beautiful land is being wasted by the Chinese!"

When Murata Shio picked up the kettle to drink water, he tilted his neck back, and there was a crisp gunshot. A round black hole appeared on the kettle, and clear water flowed all over the floor.

"idiot!"

The company commander of the reconnaissance battalion, Wang Xikui, slammed his fist hard on the ground.

"Fuck the little Japs, why are you drinking water at this time? Otherwise, it's his head that will be shot through!"

He didn't wait for Murata Shio to react, nor did he wait for Wang Xikui to feel upset.

More than a dozen Broadsword mines exploded, knocking down the more than 1,000-meter-long Japanese army, killing half of them.

Then, according to the established combat plan, anti-tank guns and anti-material sniper rifles targeted the Japanese trucks one by one and nailed them all to the road.

The well-trained Japanese soldiers, under the command of Murata Shio, began to organize a counterattack. Oda's squadron and dozens of cavalrymen also began to return to the Shentouling Ridge for support.

The Japanese set up mortars and grenade launchers and began to fire back at the special forces and reconnaissance battalion.

However, these mortars and grenade launchers often only fired one shot before being taken down by snipers.

Shio Murata was holding a tortoise box, looking dusty and dirty.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

In response, there was a barrage of grenades. The soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion and the special forces had been trained for a long time, and each of them threw grenades hard and accurately, killing half of the Japanese again.

News came from the walkie-talkie that the Japanese in Pingshun County and Licheng were marching in a mechanized manner and moving quickly towards Shentouling.

"Quick victory, let everyone follow the established battle plan, use anti-tank guns to attack the vehicles and destroy the gas bombs! Get ready to wear gas masks!"

The anti-tank guns kept firing at the car, and sure enough, after three shots, the car began to emit yellow smoke.

Murata Shio looked at the yellow smoke behind him and immediately panicked.

As an important strategic material, most of the gas masks have been transported to Pingshun County. Only the drivers on the cars and the Japanese soldiers in charge of transportation were equipped with gas masks.

As a supporter of poison gas bombs, how could he not know how powerful they are?

Murata Shio gritted his teeth.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Murata Shio decisively turned around and took the remaining soldiers to avoid the yellow smoke and fled towards Licheng.

Soldiers wearing gas masks began to clean up the battlefield, sending all the wailing Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield to hell.

Wang Meng, wearing a gas mask, pressed the intercom.

"Have the soldiers blow up the car with the poison gas bomb, quickly!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, Zhang Xuan immediately organized the soldiers to take action. He tied the high explosives to the truck and poison gas bombs together, then made an electric shock device and retreated a mile away.

According to the modern process of handling poison gas bombs, a series of harmless treatments are required, including unpacking, explosion, filtering, etc.

But the situation is urgent now, and there are few people living in the Shentouling area, so we can only choose to blast on the spot.

Henry Zhang pressed the detonator, and a rumbling sound accompanied by yellow smoke filled the sky, which drifted for more than ten minutes before slowly dissipating.

They went forward to check and confirmed that all the poison gas bombs had been completely destroyed before preparing to retreat.

"Captain, shall we retreat to the base?"

Wang Meng thought about it and felt something was wrong.

"This is only half a battalion of Japanese soldiers. What about the remaining half? Could it be that some of the poison gas bombs are still in Licheng?"

"Are the little devils so cunning?"

We must eliminate future troubles.

Wang Meng ordered a platoon of soldiers to retreat to the base with the wounded soldiers and the bodies, and the other soldiers hid in the nearby woods to observe the situation first.

Afterwards, Wang Meng sent a telegram to Li Yunlong, requesting to contact the headquarters again to continue to find out the situation in Licheng.

Murata Shio, who fled back to Licheng in disgrace, sat in the command center in a rage.

"Cavalry! Why don't the cavalry search all areas carefully?"

The cavalry captain lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Murata, I thought the Eighth Route Army would ambush us in the ravine, but I didn't expect them to choose a ridge without any geographical advantages. This doesn't make sense!"

Shio Murata threw a stack of documents into the cavalry captain's face.

"Baga, the Eighth Route Army has always been cunning, how dare you take it lightly?"

"Hayi!"

Just when Murata Shio was furious, Nagano Yuichiro from Pingshun County called Licheng.

"Murata Shio, you actually lost the empire's secret weapon, bastard!"

On the other end of the phone, Shio Murata stood at attention and obediently.

"I'm sorry, General! But we only lost half of our secret weapons this time, and the other half is still safe and sound in Licheng!"

When Nagano Yuichiro on the other end of the phone heard that there was still half of the secret weapon, his anger subsided a little, otherwise he would have forced Murata Shio to disembowel himself and apologize in a moment.

"Tomorrow, I must see these secret weapons in Pingshun County! Otherwise, you will commit suicide!"

"Hayi!"

Murata Shio hung up the phone, terrified. He knew that with Nagano Yuichiro's character, asking him to commit suicide was no talk.

"Baga, organize a combat meeting immediately! We must ensure absolute safety this time!"

"Hayi!"