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

Early the next morning, outside Licheng County, the high-spirited Murata Shio was still riding on his tall horse.

"Oda Squadron, set off first and quickly maneuver to the lines and Lizhuang for alert!"

"Hayi!"

More than a hundred Japanese soldiers marched towards Pingshun in cars.

As soon as Oda's squadron left the city, their whereabouts were reported to Wang Meng by scouts who were monitoring outside the city.

"Everyone, pay attention! Several Japanese trucks are coming. You are not allowed to shoot without my order!"

Dozens of miles were no problem for the Japanese soldiers riding in the truck. They conducted a brief search after passing Shentouling, and then carefully searched the ravine in front of Shentouling again, but found nothing.

Captain Oda sat in the cab holding his command knife.

"Oh, Captain Murata is right. Sure enough, the Eighth Route Army will not set up defenses here. Move towards Lizhuang!"

Looking from a distance, Lizhuang, which used to be quite lively, was surprisingly quiet, and a dangerous atmosphere filled the heart of Xiaotian Guizi.

"Stop the car! Get out and stand guard!"

Oda opened the box on his waist, held the gun in his hand, and carefully marched towards the village.

Through the telescope, the scout discovered that these Japanese soldiers were not wearing gas masks, and looking at the number of them, there should be no space on the vehicle to carry more poison gas bombs.

"There are four target vehicles in total, and it seems that none of them are transporting poison gas bombs!"

"beat!"

"Da da da!"

"Boom boom boom!"

As soon as the automatic rifle fired, the mines buried in the ground exploded, but because Oda got off the car in advance, only the first Japanese military vehicle was destroyed. The other Japanese soldiers quickly lay on the ground and began to fight back relying on the terrain.

"Grenade! Throw two rounds and then retreat!"

The guerrillas did not have high military qualities, but they were usually farmers with great strength, and they usually drove sheep by throwing clods of earth.

They threw the Japanese soldiers' melon grenades accurately and fiercely, making them scream in pain.

After two rounds of grenades, more than twenty soldiers from Oda's squadron fell.

"Grenade launchers fire back!"

Oda Squadron's grenade launchers continuously bombarded the suspected hiding places of the Eighth Route Army, blowing up the ditches and earth walls.

The Oda devil raised his hand.

"Stop shooting!"

There was no other sound in the entire village except the burning sound of the car that had just been blown up.

"Yoshi! We have repelled the Eighth Route Army. As expected, as long as we strengthen our vigilance, the Eighth Route Army will be vulnerable! Send a telegram to Captain Murata. The Eighth Route Army has been blocked by our troops. Please pass quickly!"

Murata Shio, who was almost at Shentouling, looked at the telegram and laughed out loud.

"Yoshi, it's just as I expected. Knowing yourself and your enemy will ensure victory in every battle. It looks like our Murata Battalion is going to make another achievement! Order the troops to pass quickly!"

When the Murata Brigade passed Shentouling, the scouts they sent out raised a flag on the other side of the ravine: safe passage.

Looking at the mess on the ground and the corpses of the Japanese devils, Murata Shio directly threatened the driver who was transporting the poison gas bombs.

"Run over them. Everything is for the victory of the empire. These fallen warriors will surely forgive us!"

The truck driver gritted his teeth, stepped on the accelerator, and crushed the Japanese soldiers' bodies with a loud crunching sound. The heads of the unlucky Japanese soldiers exploded like watermelons.

When the vanguard of the Japanese brigade was about to enter the ravine, a Japanese soldier standing by the roadside draining water saw a dark green iron box and came over curiously.

"boom!"

The unfortunate guy's head turned into a pool of blood and minced meat.

The short two hundred meters turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Wang Meng buried all the Broadsword mines and high explosives he brought on a 200-meter-high ridge, and blew up the entire transport convoy!

Broken limbs and arms fell into the burning flames like rain, and thick yellow smoke with the smell of garlic and mustard began to spread.

The special forces and reconnaissance battalion had already put on gas masks and leisurely threw grenades at the heads of the Japanese soldiers.

As Murata Shio was about to enter the ravine, he looked at the hell on earth behind him and felt a surge of blood rising to his throat.

"Baga! It's Shentouling again! Kill these cunning Chinese people!"

It turned out that just when Wang Meng made up his mind yesterday, he suddenly changed his mind and decided to launch two surprise ambushes at Shentouling!

The Japanese soldiers in front and behind the transport convoy put on the few gas masks they had, rushed into the yellow smoke without caring for their lives, and began to launch a frenzied attack on both sides of Shentouling.

Wang Meng ordered the soldiers to throw two waves of grenades, and then split into two, with one part moving towards Licheng and the other towards Pingshun.

The strong mustard gas knocked down all the Japanese soldiers who were not wearing gas masks, leaving only more than 400 Japanese soldiers wearing gas masks.

"Baga! Baga! We must find the Eighth Route Army for me! Order the Oda Squadron to return to defend Shentouling!"

The Japanese searched all around, but found nothing except stumbling upon a few booby traps.

The thick yellow smoke dissipated, and Murata Shio looked at the remnants of the poison gas bomb all over the ground, and the command knife in his hand fell weakly.

He thought he had mastered the essence of China, but he didn't expect that he, a half-baked apprentice, would dare to challenge his master?

Looking at the Japanese soldiers rolling on the ground with blisters all over their bodies, Murata Shio had no choice but to withdraw his troops and use the trucks of Oda's squadron and the remaining mules and horses to pull the injured soldiers back to Licheng.

Murata Shio's troops once again gathered on the narrow ridge.

Seeing that the Japanese had not caught up with him, Wang Meng contacted the retreating soldiers through the walkie-talkie and asked them to turn back.

He used a crossbow and a dagger to eliminate the scouts and lurked in Shentou Ridge again.

"Hey, take advantage of his weakness to kill him! Sniper locks on the officer! Wait for the sniper's gun to go off, then fire and run!"

Wang Xikui once again aimed his sights at Murata Shio, waiting to avenge his previous humiliation.

"shooting!"

With a "bang", the gunpowder exploded in the gun barrel, pushing the bullet forward at a high speed, piercing the air and drilling into Murata Shio's head.

Shio Murata's head was smashed into pieces by a large-caliber sniper rifle, and he died with regret.

Hundreds of automatic guns once again poured their fire on the Japanese, and the unprepared Japanese fell down one after another.

The remaining Japanese soldiers, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, lost their will to fight and fled towards Licheng, leaving behind the bodies of their companions.

Wang Meng ordered the pursuit to last for two or three miles, then sent out guards in all directions, and then quickly checked whether all the poison gas bombs were destroyed, and quickly cleaned up the battlefield.

"Reporting to the Chief of Staff, it has been confirmed that all poison gas bombs have been destroyed!"

"Okay, deliver the captured weapons and ammunition to the guerrillas in Lizhuang, and then rush back to the base!"