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

The Independent Regiment's Niutouling position and Chen Jiayu position both spent a peaceful night, with Li Yunlong and Wang Meng both waiting for their respective enemies.

At dawn, on the Niutouling position, Li Yunlong, who had not slept all night, was chewing on a steamed bun in his hand, staring at the end of the road in the mountain valley with a telescope.

"Brother Yunfei, you are really a character. You have managed to stick with me until now?"

Chu Yunfei put down the telescope, took off the white gloves on his hands, picked up a steamed bun and started eating it.

"Brother Yunlong, our Jinsui Army does have some bad apples, but they are not all fools!"

"Hehe, I can see that you, Chu Yunfei, are not a fool."

"Boom boom boom", the sound of a rumbling engine came from the end of the road.

Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei hurriedly put down the steamed buns in their hands, picked up the telescope and stared ahead.

In less than two minutes, a convoy of four armored vehicles and six trucks slowly came into their sight.

"Wow, even armored vehicles have been deployed. Does this seem like a big move?"

"It's more than just a big move, Brother Yunlong, can you look further ahead?"

Li Yunlong tilted the telescope a few degrees to the left. Several trucks sandwiched a car in the middle, following the armored vehicle.

How low-ranking can a Japanese soldier be to be able to ride in a car?

When the Japanese convoy entered the mountainous area, the leading armored vehicle stopped, and a small team of Japanese soldiers got off the truck at the back and began to clear mines and conduct fire reconnaissance.

"Zhang Dabiao, pass it on, even if you have to poop, you have to poop in your pants. If anyone scares this big fish away, I'll kill him!"

Zhang Dabiao passed the orders down one by one.

The Japanese fired reconnaissance shots and injured seven or eight soldiers of the independent regiment, but these soldiers were all tough guys and didn't even breathe a sigh of relief.

The medical soldiers skillfully cut open the clothes, disinfected and bandaged them.

"Brother, wrap it tightly, don't delay me from fighting the Japanese."

"Row!"

Li Yunlong was waiting anxiously, and Lieutenant General Yoshikawa sitting in the car was also very impatient.

"What happened ahead? Why don't you pass through quickly?"

"General Yoshikawa, for your safety, we are conducting fire reconnaissance ahead. The Eighth Route Army is very cunning and dares not fight our empire's warriors on the front battlefield. Instead, they prefer to launch sneak attacks!"

"Well, Lieutenant General Shinozuka invited us to watch the show. I want to see if the so-called special operations he is so proud of can paralyze the command system of the Eighth Route Army."

"General Yoshikawa, for your safety, please take the armored vehicle!"

"Baga, can't a whole group of imperial warriors protect my safety? It's a huge shame for a samurai to hide in an armored vehicle for his own life! Forward!"

At the urging of Lieutenant General Yoshikawa, the convoy hurriedly set off again.

The gun barrels and machine guns of the four armored vehicles in front turned back and forth, continuing to conduct fire reconnaissance on the hillside.

Li Yunlong watched as a battalion of Japanese soldiers entered the ambush circle and spat out the weeds in his mouth.

"Pass on my orders, listen to my gunfire, use the anti-tank guns to destroy the four armored vehicles in front, and also the last truck. Don't blow up the other vehicles, especially my car!"

Chu Yunfei couldn't help but tease Li Yunlong, whose face was thicker than a city wall.

"Brother Yunlong, how come this is your car?"

"Isn't the one I like my own?"

Li Yunlong picked up the mirror box in his hand and fired two shots towards Tianlou.

The five anti-tank guns just happened to target four armored vehicles and the last truck, turning into five balls of fire.

Lieutenant General Yoshikawa patted his chest, luckily he was not in an armored vehicle just now, otherwise he would have become a corpse now.

Wang Chengzhu had already set the impact point in the middle of the road through the artillery sight, and pulled the bolt before the Japanese troops deployed.

"Bang", with a gunshot, the 75mm shell rotated and shot towards the Japanese, exploding in the middle.

This shell was like a sickle, reaping a large area of ​​the Japanese.

Wang Chengzhu’s mouth stretched to the back of his head.

"Enjoyed!"

"Brother Zhuzi, can you let me fire a shot?"

"Get lost, I'm not satisfied yet, wait for me to come twice more!"

The independent regiment's 45 guns of various calibers fired 50mm and 81mm mortar shells and 75mm infantry artillery shells into the middle of the Japanese troops, causing them to scream and howl in agony.

Li Yunlong looked through the telescope at the Japanese soldier's body being torn into pieces, with broken hands and feet flying everywhere. He looked as happy as if he was getting married.

"Hahaha, those damn Japs didn't expect this day would come! Artillery, stop attacking, bugler, blow the horn, follow me!"

Li Yunlong and Chu Yunfei each took out their guns and rushed towards the Japanese.

Zhang Dabiao picked up an MG34 general-purpose machine gun and looked at the special forces company who had the upper hand. He felt angry and anxious, and howled.

"Brothers, charge down and grab the meat from the secret agents! Kill!"

The soldiers of the first battalion rushed towards the Japanese like tigers descending from the mountains, or more like bloodthirsty devils.

In less than ten minutes, a dozen Japanese soldiers wearing command knives were surrounded by the independent regiment soldiers with green eyes around the car.

"Hahaha, I'm rich! I have a lieutenant general, two colonels, and seven or eight lieutenant colonels!"

"Brother Yunlong, you are so lucky! All the Japanese officers in North China have come together to bring you military merits!"

Monk Wei changed the magazine, pulled the bolt, and pointed the black muzzle of the gun at the Japanese soldier holding a command knife.

Seeing that something was wrong, the Japanese translator immediately stood up.

"Wait, respected Eighth Route Army, our General Yoshikawa has a suggestion. I've heard that your army is brave and skilled in fighting, and has a strong warrior spirit. Why don't you put down your guns and let's have a one-on-one duel!"

"Hahaha, you little devil dare to compete with me in a bayonet fight? Come on!"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he handed the mirror box to the guard, and then snatched a big knife from Zhang Dabiao.

"Leave that lieutenant general to me, no one is allowed to touch him!"

Monk Wei did not miss this opportunity. He held Li Yunlong's hand, then took a red tasseled spear and pointed it at a lieutenant colonel.

"you!"

The lieutenant colonel was quite capable and fought with Wei Dayong for several rounds, but was finally pierced through by the red tassel spear.

When Zhang Dabiao saw Wei Dayong show up, he thought to himself that he was a battalion commander after all, two levels higher than him, the acting company commander, and he couldn't fall behind.

Zhang Dabiao snatched the shiny razor blade from Li Yunlong, pointed at the two captains in front of him, and stretched his neck.

"You two come together."

The two Japanese captains were in a very aggressive posture, and it was obvious that they wanted to drag Zhang Dabiao down with them before they died.

Zhang Dabiao held the knife in his hand, stood in horse stance, and waited for the Japanese to give him his head.

The Japanese soldiers were not ambiguous either. They were afraid that they would not die quickly enough, so they rushed up to kill them. However, before the two of them could even join forces, they were sent to hell by Zhang Dabiao in two clicks.

Zhang Dabiao was not satisfied yet, and he continued to move closer to the Japanese with his knife in hand.

Li Yunlong saw a Japanese soldier reaching for the grenade on his waist, so he raised his hand and shot him.

"Fuck it, you're not going to give in, are you trying to play dirty with me?"

Li Yunlong borrowed the big knife blade from Zhang Dabiao and pointed the tip of the knife at Yoshikawa.

"They've all finished fighting, now it's our turn? Come, show me your bushido."

Yoshikawa threw away the scabbard of his command knife and rushed forward with a roar. Li Yunlong blocked it with the back of his knife and dodged it by slightly turning sideways.

Yoshikawa's attack missed and he was about to turn around to score a second goal, but as he turned his head, the sharp blade hit his face and half of his face, including his eyeballs, flew off.

Li Yunlong picked up Yoshikawa's command knife and touched the chrysanthemum on the handle.

"Damn it, they don't stay in their hometown, but come here to die! I'm a kind person, I can't just satisfy them, right? Chop them all off!"

The remaining six or seven Japanese soldiers were poked by the soldiers of the independent regiment and turned into a hornet's nest.

"Clean up the battlefield! Go back to support Chen Jiayu!"