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

In order to keep it secret, Li Yunlong named the operation to assassinate Asaka Yasuhiko "Rat Extermination Operation".

According to Li Yunlong and Wang Meng's initial plan, the special operations team and the special forces company would participate in the rat eradication operation at the same time.

Therefore, while there is still time, we must carry out devilish training on the special forces company.

Zhang Xuan naturally served as the chief instructor of the devil training.

Zhang Xuan, wearing desert camouflage, walked around arrogantly in front of the special forces company led by Monk Wei.

"You noobs, you are the elites selected from ordinary companies, but compared with the special forces, you are just a bunch of noobs!"

"From today on, you will begin the devilish training. You must master shooting, bomb throwing, assassination, and fighting. When you can catch up with half of the special forces behind me, you will be considered a master!"

The soldiers of the special forces company are all elites selected from various regiments. When placed in their own battalions or regiments, they are all well-known figures and are the treasures of those battalion or regiment commanders.

If Li Yunlong hadn't given them too much, they would not have handed the person over to the special forces company even if it meant disobeying orders.

After all, a sharpshooter or an accurate bomber could change the outcome of a small battle.

However, these "elites" have no reason to be proud in front of the special forces.

They used to think that the special forces relied on their good equipment, but after several actual combat encounters, they realized the difference between ordinary companies and the special forces.

Wei Dayong touched his shiny bald head and frowned.

"Brothers of the Special Forces Company, I, Wei Dayong, have only one thing to say: if you are a man, follow Captain Zhang and train hard. From now on, there will be no company commanders, platoon leaders, or squad leaders, we are all soldiers!"

"Yes!"

The spy company, including Wei Dayong, took this opportunity to learn the skills of the special forces, such as night shooting, mobile shooting, directional blasting, booby trap design, disguised reconnaissance, and lurking behind enemy lines.

After more than ten days of training, the combat effectiveness of the special forces company has been greatly improved, not only in terms of the soldiers' tactical skills, but more in terms of combat power.

In the past, people were reluctant to shoot because bullets were so precious. They would try to use hand-to-hand combat whenever possible and try not to waste ammunition if the situation could be resolved with human flesh.

But the current concept is that problems can be solved with firepower, and there is no need to risk the lives of soldiers.

Wang Meng was studying the rat eradication plan at the special forces base when suddenly a message popped up on the tactical terminal.

[The Eighth Route Army independently sniped the Japanese officer, whose rank was higher than that of Major! ]

[?Reward?: Unlock communication equipment (walkie-talkie, radio, etc.) 5 points]

Looking at the screen of the tactical terminal, Wang Meng felt delighted.

The Eighth Route Army's radio stations were only deployed at the brigade level, and all command transmissions at the regiment level and below relied entirely on signal soldiers, with very poor results.

Sometimes several messengers sacrificed their lives to convey orders to battalion and company-level troops, but the battlefield situation changed rapidly, and by the time the orders were delivered, they had lost their value and significance.

Wang Meng quickly walked to the regiment headquarters and found Li Yunlong who was looking at a map.

"Captain, I just received news that a patriotic overseas Chinese is willing to donate a radio station to us, but there is a condition!"

Li Yunlong was overjoyed. If he had enough radios, wouldn't those battalion and company-level troops be like his ten fingers, pointing wherever he wanted? It would be much easier to command them!

"Hurry up, hurry up, just mention any conditions you want, even if it means asking our Li to be their son-in-law!"

Wang Meng looked at Li Yunlong's face which was as dry as old tree bark, and cold sweat broke out on his body. He still wanted to be a son-in-law?

"Captain, you are so wise and brave, and full of vigor, but even if you give it to them for free, they won't want it. The overseas Chinese who donated the money has a blood feud with the Japanese, and all he wants is for us to chop off the head of a Japanese officer."

"A Japanese officer? How high of an official?"

"At least he's a major!"

Li Yunlong was in a dilemma. In the past, he could have accomplished the task by destroying a blockhouse or intercepting a transport team.

However, since the three strongholds in Huangzhuang were destroyed, the Japanese have been hiding in the county town and have not come out. Most of the people in the outer strongholds are puppet troops, with only two or three Japanese at most.

Do we have to lead the independent regiment to attack the county town?

According to Li Yunlong's current strength, it should not be a problem for him to capture a county town. After all, he now has a high-end German-equipped regiment.

But what happens after we take it down? The enemy's large army will surely surround us, and then we will have no choice but to retreat, which will not be worth the loss.

We can't risk the lives of the soldiers just for a few radio stations, right?

"Mengzi, do you have any idea to chop off the Japanese officer's head at the lowest cost?"

"Captain, my idea is to send out a special forces company, lurk in the county, conduct special operations, and do a black tiger heart-ripping!"

Li Yunlong pondered for a moment. A small-scale surprise attack was indeed a good idea, but the defense of Ping'an County must be impenetrable, especially now that the Japanese were like frightened birds, it would not be so easy to succeed.

"How sure are you?"

"You should ask Monk Wei about this!"

Li Yunlong did not delay and took Wang Meng directly to the training ground to find Wei Dayong.

"Monk, if I let your special forces company disguise themselves and go to the county town, kill a few devils, and then withdraw safely, how confident are you?"

"Captain, 70%!"

"Okay, then get ready. Cut off the head of a Japanese officer and bring it back to me. It has to be at least a major. This will verify the results of the training."

"Yes!"

Monk Wei received the order, obtained a certificate of good citizenship, disguised himself as an ordinary citizen, and sneaked into the county town.

Monk Wei found the Japanese headquarters and began to observe secretly. But he was too conspicuous to stare at it, so he simply found a noodle stall on the street, ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and ate while observing.

The Japs' headquarters was heavily guarded, with twice as many guards as before.

There were two heavy machine gun positions at the entrance, with two pheasant necks mounted on them. There were also barbed wire chevaux de frise in front of the heavy machine gun positions. In addition, the walls of the Japanese headquarters were more than two meters high and looked very strong. Light weapons should not be able to deal with them.

When the monk finished a bowl of oil-splashed noodles and was about to pay the bill, the gate of the headquarters camp opened, and a team of Japanese military police ran out with more than a hundred puppet soldiers. They set up guards every three steps and every five steps and monitored all the shops along the street.

Monk Wei was forced to turn his back and lower his head, and he saw three armored vehicles driving out with his peripheral vision.

"The damn Japanese are clearing the way for the three armored vehicles. It seems there is a big fish in the armored vehicle!"

Monk Wei began to formulate a battle plan in his mind.

It is definitely not possible to attack the headquarters by force, as the pheasant necks at the door are not vegetarians, and the focus of the Japanese defense in the entire county is the headquarters.

What about sneak attacks? No way!

Even if you managed to climb over the wall, you wouldn't know what was going on inside, and you wouldn't know where the Japanese officers were. You couldn't just go in and knock on every door and ask.

"Hello, where is your commander? Take me to kill one?"

What if there’s a surprise attack on the road?

"Da da da".

The sound of machine gun fire turned the whole street upside down, and the Japanese soldiers blew whistles and moved towards the source of the machine gun fire.

Monk Wei was shocked. Could there be other like-minded friends who wanted to kill the devils? No, I have to go and help them!

After slapping the money for the noodles on the table, Monk Wei pretended to blend into the chaotic crowd and take the opportunity to run in the direction where the shooting happened.

Who knew that just as he was about to leave, a pair of big hands grabbed his arms.