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

The Eighth Route Army Headquarters welcomed a bookish political cadre, Zhao Gang, a graduate of the fourth term of the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University in Yan'an and the organizer of the December 9th Movement at Yenching University.

Zhao Gang walked in and stood at attention.

"Commander, the graduates of the Anti-Japanese University are here to report."

"Okay, you're here. I'm in need of staff. What do you think about the job?"

"I want to go to the frontline combat troops!"

"Okay, then you can go to the 386th Brigade Independent Regiment. There is only one commander there now, but let me warn you, that commander is no pushover. He is no problem in fighting, and no problem in causing trouble either!"

"Okay, I have no problem. As long as it's not a matter of principle, I can tolerate it."

"Okay, I'll send someone to take you there."

"No need, Chief. I can go by myself."

Zhao Gang stood at attention, then mounted his horse and rushed towards the independent regiment’s headquarters with two signalmen.

Just as Zhao Gang left the headquarters, a brutal "combat training" was being organized at the Yamamoto Special Forces base a few dozen miles away.

Kameda, the squad leader of Yamamoto's special forces, released the Kuomintang prisoners of war from the prisoner-of-war camp.

"Nationalist prisoners of war, today I'll give you a chance to survive. You will form groups of three and hold short swords. If you can defeat an imperial soldier, you will be free."

When Kameda saw that the Kuomintang prisoners of war were motionless, his face was full of mockery.

"You are a bunch of cowards. You don't even dare to fight against our soldiers with knives. You don't deserve to be called soldiers!"

The prisoners of war were all soldiers with backbone. How could they bear to hear such words?

Since the Japanese were outnumbered three at one, it meant that they were not easy to deal with. But rather than dying in a cowardly state in a POW camp, it was better to have a good fight.

"I'm going to fight him, I'm going to do it, who's going to join me?"

"Count me in!"

"And I'll be there too. We can go on the journey together, so it's good to have someone to keep you company!"

Three National Army soldiers surrounded a Japanese soldier, but in less than a minute they were all killed by the Japanese soldier with his bare hands.

"Who else? I don't think you deserve to be called soldiers. You are just a bunch of sheep waiting to be slaughtered. You would rather be kept in a pen and killed than risk your lives!"

At this time, a tall man of about 1.8 meters, with a bald head and sharp eyes, appeared.

"Let me try!"

This man's real name is Wei Dayong, nicknamed Monk, and he is a sergeant squad leader of the 27th Division of the National Army.

Kameda pulled the corners of his mouth upwards slightly, and the little mustache looked as funny as a caterpillar.

"Okay, finally there's someone who's not afraid of death. Find two more partners!"

"No, I can do it alone! I like one-on-one."

Kameda looked at Monk Wei with some anger.

"You are disrespecting the skills of the Imperial Warriors."

Monk Wei also responded sharply.

"My three-legged cat kung fu is really not that good."

"Very good. I admire your courage, but courage without strength is stupidity! I want to hear the sound of Sanqian's throat breaking within one minute!!"

A capable Japanese soldier stepped forward and stared at Monk Wei.

Monk Wei tilted his head and raised his chin towards Kameda.

"Tell him to get out of the way. Do you think I'll fight you?"

"What? You want to challenge me?"

"What's wrong? Don't dare?"

"I accept your challenge. You can use the short knife."

"No, you should keep your knife for your mistress's pedicure!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two men started to fight.

At this time, the wind was blowing hard, and there was a solemn feeling of a battle between masters.

Kameda stared into the monk's eyes, and when the monk blinked, he took the opportunity like a poisonous snake, jumped up, and punched the monk like raindrops.

The monk stepped back slightly, neutralizing Kameda's attacks one by one.

Seeing that he could not defeat the monk in the upper body, Kameda immediately launched a fierce attack on the monk's lower body, but the monk, who was able to attack with great force, was as light as a swallow and dodged with a light leap.

After a short rest, Kameda kicked the monk in the head again, but the monk was prepared. He gently raised his left hand to block Kameda's leg, then kicked Kameda in the heart and kicked him three meters away.

"Little devil, your leg skills are pretty good, you learned it from Master's wife, right?"

Kameda was so angry that he lost his composure for a moment. He rushed forward and kicked the monk in the chest.

The short-legged Japanese dare to kick straight?

The monk stepped back slightly, grabbed Kameda's leg and twisted it hard. Kameda flipped in the air like a dung beetle, face down.

"broken!"

A big foot came towards Kameda's face. With a thud, Kameda's face was covered in blood. He fell to the ground with broken teeth all over the floor.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

The monk jumped up and hit Kameda hard on the back with an elbow.

Kameda died like a yellow dog with cramps, with his head raised up.

While the Japanese soldiers around him were still in a daze, the monk took out Kameda's turtle box and fired a few shots, knocking down several Japanese soldiers.

The Kuomintang prisoners took the opportunity to grab guns, and chaos broke out for a while.

The monk cleverly rolled a few times and took advantage of the chaos to run towards the main road.

Zhao Gang, who was on his way to the independent regiment, heard the gunshots and hurriedly dismounted with the two messengers.

Zhao Gang asked the communicator for a rifle and aimed in the direction of the gunshot.

A stumbling shadow rushed over, and Zhao Gang was about to pull the trigger, but when he looked up, he saw that the person was wearing the uniform of the National Army.

"Wait, they are our friendly brothers, go and help them!"

The communicator rescued Monk Wei, and then the four of them worked together to fight off the pursuing puppet troops.

Zhao Gang and the communicator helped the monk onto the horse, and the four of them took a shortcut and rushed towards Yangcun.

Li Yunlong was happily drinking his wine, unaware that his lifelong enemy was on his way.

Li Yunlong was half lying on the kang, putting peanuts into his mouth with one hand and holding a wine bowl with the other.

Wang Meng, who was standing aside, picked up a peanut and started chewing it.

"Captain, what should we do with the equipment we replaced? Should we send it to the brigade headquarters?"

Li Yunlong's face darkened. When he was in the New 1st Regiment, he had to deliver equipment to the brigade headquarters. That was out of his control. Now he was asked to deliver it outside? Impossible!

"Captain Wang, we have just had a few days of good life, but we must not forget our roots. Our independent regiment has all been equipped with new equipment, all German-style equipment, but our county brigade and district squad are extremely poor!"

Wang Meng thought about it and realized that although the New 1st Regiment was still killing the enemy and his own points were slowly increasing, he was not rich enough to equip the district squad and county brigade with Mauser rifles.

Why not just do as Li Yunlong said and send the equipment to the district team and the county brigade, and send a few special forces members to provide guidance. This can also be regarded as the reserve military force of the independent regiment!

As soon as Wang Meng expressed his idea, Li Yunlong handed him the wine bowl.

"Hehe, Captain Wang is a smart man, he should keep the wealth within the family!"

Just as Wang Meng was about to pick up the bowl, a communicator walked in.

"Report, the new political commissar has arrived!"

When Wang Meng heard this, he quickly laughed it off with Li Yunlong and lowered his head to the training ground.

He didn't want to get into trouble. Zhao Gang had joined the army and must have a good eloquence. He must not let him catch him, otherwise he would be criticized too.

Li Yunlong didn't piss him off, and still held a wine bowl...