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

Zhao Gang saw that Monk Wei looked pitiful, so he grabbed a chicken leg and handed it to him.

Monk Wei swallowed the chicken leg in no time and then grabbed a chicken claw and started chewing it.

"Monk, stop eating and tell us about the situation in the city."

Monk Wei recounted everything that had happened in the city, especially the final memorial service.

Li Yunlong was so angry that he kept cursing.

"The damn Japanese killed someone, and they're still holding a memorial service for the dead. Isn't this just fake mercy?"

Wang Meng has a deep understanding of the hypocrisy of the Japanese devils. Whether at this stage or in a few years, this ugly face is really disgusting.

"Damn it, salvation! I think he wants to save his own soul! Captain Wei, what are your plans!"

While Monk Wei was busy traveling, his mind was also busy as he had already thought of a plan.

He was planning to enter the Japanese headquarters alone, find an opportunity to have private contact with the Japanese soldier Chun Shang, and then take the opportunity to kill him.

Then, the rest of the special forces company soldiers started a riot outside, created chaos, and took the opportunity to slip away.

"Monk, what if I don't have the chance to meet Harukami alone?"

"Captain, I've thought about it. There is a commanding height about 200 meters across from the headquarters. It's just in position to see the headquarters. Let sharpshooter Wang Xikui set up his gun there. I'll lure Chun Shang out and kill him directly when the time comes."

Wang Meng licked his fingers and nodded, saying that this was indeed a good idea.

Even if Chunshang died in front of Monk Wei in front of many people, the Japanese would not try to control him immediately. They would definitely check who fired the shot.

This time difference is enough for Monk Wei to escape.

By then the city gates will certainly be closed, but the troops will certainly be dispersed to catch the assassin, so there will definitely not be many guards at the city gates.

When the time comes, the reconnaissance company will provide cover, cooperate inside and outside, and it should be no problem for them to break out.

"Captain Wei, I agree with your plan."

Li Yunlong also took a sip of the wine.

"Okay, let's do it!"

The next day, Monk Wei headed for the dilapidated temple in the next village, where lived the only old monk within a dozen miles.

"Master, I am Wei Dayong, a disciple who has returned to secular life. Today I come to ask for a cassock. I hope you can help me."

A skinny old monk with a white beard and wearing a patched monk's robe was kneeling in the middle of the ruined temple, as if he was in a trance.

quite a while.

"Since you have already returned to secular life, what do you still need the monk's robe for? Are you going to cheat people?"

Monk Wei was extremely terrified. Although he had returned to secular life many years ago, the deep-rooted worship and awe in his heart could not be shaken off.

"Master, I dare not lie. I will use it to deceive others. However, I will use it to deceive the devils and avenge our fellow countrymen!"

The old monk's body was trembling slightly. Originally, as a monk, he hid in a dilapidated temple, not caring about worldly affairs, and seemed to have forgotten the sufferings of the world.

However, the Japanese devils are becoming more and more rampant, and there are more and more innocent souls in the world. It seems that this sutra can no longer be recited.

Since these little devils are demons on earth, let’s save their souls!

"No borrowing!"

Monk Wei was stunned. He didn't expect to be rejected so bluntly.

Monk Wei clasped his hands together, bowed to the Buddha, and quietly left.

Monk Wei heaved a sigh of relief and hurried back to the residence. He now had to do everything he could to find a cassock, even if he had to make one on the spot, he had to get it before the memorial service.

People rely on clothes, Buddha relies on gold.

If he was dressed in rags, how could he catch Harukami's eye? Not to mention meeting Harukami alone, that was impossible.

Monk Wei reported the situation to Li Yunlong, hoping to mobilize the entire regiment to solve the problem.

"Damn it, where did this old bald donkey come from? Isn't it because of the Buddha's mercy that he just watched the Japanese kill our compatriots and did nothing about it! I'm going to go and argue with him!"

After Li Yunlong finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to rush out, but was stopped by Zhao Gang.

"Old Li, please be careful about the impact. Religious circles may have their own rules. We outsiders should not get involved. Let's think of a solution!"

"Amitabha!"

A distant Buddhist chant was heard, and the old monk from the dilapidated temple appeared at the entrance of the regiment in a bright robe.

"Master? Why are you here?"

Monk Wei used it and put his hands together.

"You are still unstable. I just said I won't lend it to you, not that I won't care about it. Every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a country. How dare I live in disgrace when the world is in chaos?"

Li Yunlong didn't expect that the old monk could actually give a surprise, and his bad face turned into a good face.

"Haha, may I ask your name, Master?"

"Jueyuan."

"Master Jueyuan, do you know why we are going there? We are not really going to chant sutras. You should just lend us your robes. There is no need for you to take this risk."

Master Jueyuan found a stool and sat down, his eyes bright and he looked straight ahead firmly.

"If I don't go to hell, who will? Besides, this little monk has been a layman for many years. Can he still recite the sutras?"

Monk Wei scratched his head and was indeed prepared to make up some nonsense, relying on memory to recite the scriptures he had learned before, just to muddle through.

However, if you really want to have the opportunity to get close to Chun Shang, you still need real skills, and Mr. Nan Guo cannot do it.

"Okay, Monk Wei, you must ensure the safety of the master. If anything goes wrong, you'll be the one I ask for responsibility!"

"Yes!"

Day three.

The entire special forces company of the independent regiment went out, and Monk Wei and Master Jueyuan, wearing robes, walked slowly into the county town.

Wang Xikui and his observer Erdan hid the sniper rifle and the Type 95 rifle under the donkey cart of the maintenance association chairman who was carrying tribute and brought them in.

Soldiers from other special forces companies hid three miles outside the city gate, ready to provide support at any time.

As soon as Monk Wei and Master Jueyuan entered the city gate, they were taken to the entrance of the headquarters by the puppet army and searched.

"Except for magic tools, you can't bring anything else in!"

Monk Wei could only bring a wooden fish and a wooden fish hammer into the headquarters.

As soon as we entered the courtyard, we were shocked to see that the Japanese soldiers in the outer circle were holding Type 38 rifles, and the inner circle was filled with more than a dozen light and heavy machine guns. It seemed that if any disturbance occurred and these light and heavy machine guns opened fire, all the dozens of monks in the county would be killed on the spot.

Wei Dayong observed quietly and found that facing the gate was a long table filled with memorial tablets, and dozens of mats were placed in the middle of the yard.

There were two chairs on the side of the long table. A lieutenant colonel in military uniform was sitting on one of them. He looked to be Harukami. On the other chair sat an old woman in kimono. She must be Harukami's mother.

Behind the two chairs stood a row of Japanese officers.

Chunshang, with his thin cheeks and prominent cheekbones, stared at the monk on the mat with his triangular eyes and frowned.

Because, wherever he looked, the monks all smiled at him ingratiatingly, and did not look like enlightened monks at all.

"Baga, who are you looking for? Isn't there a high monk?"

The Japanese officers behind him were silent as a mouse, and all turned their eyes to the interpreter.

The translator finally realized that he was the scapegoat chosen.

"Taijun, these are all masters that I have carefully selected. They are showing you kindness out of respect for you!"

Chun Shang raised his hand, interrupted the translator's meaningless explanation, and fixed his eyes on the two monks at the assembly.