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

On Chen Jiayu's side, Wang Meng and Zhao Gang were waiting anxiously.

Zhao Gang had advised the head of the headquarters many times to withdraw first, but the head of the headquarters was even more stubborn than Li Yunlong. He seemed to be welded to a stool and refused to leave.

"What the hell is Li Yunlong doing? Can't a regiment protect Chen Jiayu? If he can't, I will remove him from the team!"

Zhao Gang had no choice but to stand on the battlefield and make the final mobilization.

"Comrades, the leaders of the headquarters are all at the foot of the mountain, so keep your guard up. If anyone fails to follow the orders, I will chop off his head under the ruthless military law!"

Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan touched his neck and thought to himself, why is the political commissar, who usually doesn't say a harsh word, so harsh today? It's the same old saying, don't mess with intellectuals!

"Did you hear that? If anyone brings shame to our Second Battalion, I will give him a peanut first, without the Political Commissar having to resort to force!"

On the hillside diagonally opposite Chen Jiayu, Wang Meng was using a high-power telescope to observe the surrounding situation.

Chenjiayu has relatively convenient transportation within the base, and the Japanese can quickly maneuver to the vicinity of Chenjiayu, and then sneak into the vicinity through small paths.

There is only one way to enter Chenjiayu, and that is the main road in front. However, since it is a special operations, a frontal attack will definitely not be chosen. Moreover, the 772nd Regiment is defending the front, so it is impossible for the Japanese to break through easily.

Therefore, the cliff behind Chen Jiayu is likely to be the key point for the Japanese to break through and achieve a surprise victory.

Wang Meng placed the Second Battalion on the cliff, but for safety reasons, he also placed the Third Battalion next to the head of the headquarters.

Zhang Xuan's voice came from the throat-vibrating intercom.

"Devils appeared on the left, they look like Yamamoto's special forces."

Wang Meng turned the telescope to the left and saw more than forty well-equipped Japanese soldiers, who looked like a special forces team.

Lin Shubing lay beside Wang Meng.

"Captain, do you want to fight?"

"No hurry. If we fight them now, they will bend down into the mountain and slip away. That will be a serious threat to us. Let's put them under the cliff and fight them later."

As expected, Yamamoto's special forces chose the cliff as the main attack direction and sneaked behind the cliff.

Yamamoto Kazunari took out a telescope to observe the surrounding environment. Although there was nothing unusual, he seemed to feel a little uneasy today.

"Hashimoto-kun, send a message to General Shinozuka. My Yamamoto Special Forces has decided to launch an attack on the Eighth Route Army Headquarters!"

"Group one, group two, climb up the cliff and attack, group three, be on alert!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese threw out seven or eight ropes with hooks, which were tightly hooked onto the bushes on the cliff.

A voice came from the intercom.

"Captain, I saw the Japs' hooks. Do you want to cut them all off?"

"Don't alert the enemy. Wait until they are halfway up and then we'll attack them. If they show their heads, we'll beat them!"

"Roger that!"

Seven or eight Japanese soldiers were climbing up the cliff like hanged ghosts. Just when they quietly showed their heads to attack, they suddenly saw a black machine gun, spewing out bursts of steel chains, sweeping towards them.

Immediately, the brains of three or four Japanese soldiers exploded.

"Baga, I didn't expect the Eighth Route Army to be so prepared! Kill them!"

Seeing that his sneak attack failed, Yamamoto Ikki decided to launch a strong attack relying on his powerful firepower.

In the blink of an eye, several more Japanese soldiers climbed up the rope swiftly. The Japanese soldiers on the rope looked at each other for a few seconds, took out the cantaloupe grenades, and prepared to throw them to the position on the cliff.

With a loud bang, the Japanese soldier on the rope found that the head of his "brother" next to him exploded, and the hot and sticky brain matter sprayed on his face, and his body fell straight down.

Before he had time to feel sorry for his "brother", dozens of automatic weapons and seven or eight sniper rifles on the hillside behind him were frantically harvesting the heads of the Japanese devils.

All the melon grenades with the strings pulled fell on their own people's heads.

One of them fell directly in front of Yamamoto Ikki. Yamamoto Ikki wanted to kick it away, but his legs were short, so he could only grab the radio soldier in front of him and act as a human shield.

The radio soldier never figured out until his death what kind of force behind him had brought him to the black grenade.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Yamamoto Ikki hurriedly retreated with the remaining four Japanese soldiers.

Wang Meng took the sniper rifle from the sniper, aimed at Yamamoto Ikki's head, and pulled the trigger.

The large-caliber bullet flew out like a small cannonball. Yamamoto Ikki seemed to sense the danger and leaned back, but it was too late and he still fell in a pool of blood.

The remaining four Japanese soldiers hurriedly carried Yamamoto Ikki's body and ran away.

"Hey, why are there four more of them running away? Captain, do you want me to lead the team to chase them?"

"No, it's more important to protect the headquarters. We must not lose the big picture because of the small. Yamamoto Ikki is dead, and the Japanese special forces are basically finished. What waves can the remaining four little loaches make?"

Wang Meng arranged a surveillance post and then reported the battle situation to Zhao Gang through a throat-vibration intercom.

Zhao Gang was overjoyed when he heard this. The First Battalion and the Special Forces wiped out most of Yamamoto's special forces without any casualties!

Zhao Gang also immediately sent someone to inform the head of the headquarters of the good news.

"Alright! Even if Li Yunlong is not here, the independent regiment can still win the battle! Send me the equipment of Yamamoto's special forces. I want to see what's so special about these devils!"

After Li Yunlong cleaned up the battlefield, the first battalion, the special forces company and the artillery training class all returned to their units.

The drama that Shinozuka Yoshio had carefully prepared ended with the death of all the audience and the blood spilling on the spot. In just half a day, the Japanese North China Front Army lost one lieutenant general, three colonels, and 1 lieutenant colonels and below.

Yoshio Shinozuka punched the map.

"Order the 9th Brigade to retreat. What unit is the enemy and who is the commander?"

"Reporting to General Shinozuka, the enemy is the 386th Brigade Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and the commander is Li Yunlong!"

"Li Yunlong, bring his information here!"

"Sorry, there is no information about Li Yunlong at the moment!"

"Baga, why don't you check it out!"

Li Yunlong, who was saying goodbye to Chu Yunfei, could never have imagined that he was on Shinozuka Yoshio's blacklist.

Li Yunlong took out a Japanese command knife and handed it to Chu Yunfei.

"Brother Yunfei, you gave me a pistol. I am not without conscience. The general's sword has been taken away by the brigade commander. You can just keep this lieutenant's sword. When I kill another general one day, I will get you another one!"

Chu Yunfei smiled. Li Yunlong was really bold. He dared to brag about anything. He could kill the Japanese generals at will like killing any cat or dog?

"Brother Yunlong, there is one thing I don't understand before I leave. Please enlighten me."

"Oh? Please go ahead!"

"How do you know there's a battle to be fought at Niutouling?"

"Hey, although Old Li doesn't know where the battle is, we know that it's impossible for the Japanese to come to our base with a brigade. Didn't I run into them?"

"Is that so? I have another question. When the senior Japanese officers were surrounded, why didn't they just shoot them down with a burst of bullets? Why did they have to engage in hand-to-hand combat with them?"

"Brother Chu, this is about the honor of a soldier. The Japanese challenged us, so we have to teach him a lesson! It's like two swordsmen bumping into each other, and someone challenges you to a duel, but you don't draw your sword, but instead pull out a pistol and shoot the person to death. Isn't that ridiculous?"

"I understand. No matter whether we can win or not, we must draw our sword!"

Chu Yunfei's doubts were resolved, he jumped on his horse and galloped towards the 358th Regiment's headquarters.

After crossing the hill, Chu Yunfei stopped his horse and looked far away in the direction of the independent regiment.

"I hope you and I, brothers, will never meet on the battlefield again!"