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

In the dark night, Duan Peng watched the Japanese take away the rice and the pot. Instead of getting angry, he praised him for a good job.

"Did you add all the ingredients to them?"

"Hey, I added it."

“How’s the portion size?”

"That's enough! It can knock over dozens of old cows!"

Duan Peng nodded with satisfaction. This was their way of waiting.

These Japanese soldiers had been stuck in the underground bunker for several days. Just like rats, they must be thirsty and hungry. So they might as well prepare some rat poison on the ground.

The Liangshan Special Forces arranged many old men in makeup squatting on the ground and cooking in the corners of Zhangbei City. It was a dark night with strong winds and no lights. How could it be normal for someone to cook here in the middle of the night?

Fortunately, they were all dressed like real farmers, and the Japanese were so hungry that they had no time to think.

If you suspect that there is poison in the food or water, just let the Chinese eat it first.

Just now, a few smart people forced the "old man" who cooked to eat first, and then they had their necks cut.

Therefore, one should not be too smart.

The Liangshan Special Forces used a new product developed by the Biochemical Research Institute. It took effect after half an hour, was colorless and odorless, and was suitable for administering to enemies who were eating in groups.

Even if someone were to test the poison on themselves, no one would be discovered after more than ten minutes.

There are five people in the command center of the Liangshan Special Forces led by Duan Peng, including a communications soldier carrying a radio and a walkie-talkie, a combat staff officer carrying confidential materials such as maps and documents, and the other three are soldiers.

The six of them squatted beside the Japanese's underground bunker, watching the clock hand move one tick before they went to the door.

Duan Peng gave a look, and the combat officer who could speak Japanese stomped on the lid made of steel and wood. He listened carefully, but there was still no movement.

So he opened the lid and shouted inside:

"Sir, the brigade can't contact you, let me deliver an order!"

It's still deathly silent!

Duan Peng nodded, and the combat staff officer took the lead, followed by two soldiers. The remaining soldier and the communications soldier guarded the door.

The four men went down into the "L"-shaped underground bunker tunnel.

This continuous L-shaped tunnel can alleviate most of the shock waves. Even if a small-caliber shell happens to hit the tunnel, it will not have much power when it reaches the Tibetan bunker.

After going down about two meters, Duan Peng sniffed at the smell inside, a strong smell of feces and urine.

Although the smell is strong, it also shows from another perspective that most of the Japanese soldiers here should be dead, and this smell of feces and urine should be emitted when they are dying.

The operations staff kept shouting, but no one responded.

Duan Peng made a hand gesture and two guns were immediately pointed at the deepest part of the bunker. They found that the candles inside were burning silently, while countless corpses were lying on the ground around them.

Some of the lower-ranking soldiers were groaning and spitting blood. It was obvious that they were of low status and could not even get a mouthful of rice.

The enclosed space, the occasional flickering candlelight and the dim lantern, and most importantly, the groaning of this unfortunate private, it was so eerie.

Duan Peng searched forward, and in the end, there was really only this low-ranking soldier lying on the ground groaning.

Duan Peng gestured towards his neck, and then the soldier stepped forward and wiped the private's neck, relieving the pain.

"Captain, what should we do with these little devils? Burn them with fire?"

"Wait, this should be the Japanese brigade headquarters!"

Duan Peng looked at the Japanese captain sitting on the chair with his arms and legs spread out, and the radio, and guessed that this must be the Japanese battalion headquarters.

(The Japanese only deployed radio stations at the brigade level.)

Duan Peng pointed at the phone and said:

"Try to see if you can get through. If you can, notify all the Japanese to break out to the west in half an hour!"

The operations staff secretly exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! Is this a false imperial decree to let these Japanese devils commit suicide?"

However, he was not sure whether the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side could understand what he said.

The operations staff found a piece of paper next to the phone, wrote down the phone numbers of four infantry squadrons, and dialed the first number:

"Moshi Moshi, I am from the 67st Independent Infantry Battalion of the th Brigade. Please break out to the western part of Zhangbei County within half an hour!"

There was deathly silence on the other end of the line, and the operations officer's heart leapt into his throat.

After a while, a voice came from the other side, seemingly confirming:

"Is that Lieutenant Koizumi?"

The operations staff officer was just about to answer "yes", but he immediately felt a force on his shoulder. He turned sideways and found that it was Duan Peng who kept shaking his head.

Duan Peng made the shape of "don't be impatient" with his mouth, then gently spread out a roster he had found and placed it in front of the operations staff officer.

The operations staff was shocked and immediately looked through the list of the brigade headquarters, but did not find any second lieutenant named "Koizumi".

Could it be that the Japanese began to suspect and were testing us?

"Baka! Didn't you even recognize my voice? Second Lieutenant Koizumi, when did the battalion headquarters come? I'm Second Lieutenant Ishii!"

The operations staff officer coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant Ishii, do you have a sore throat? I couldn't recognize your voice!"

"Ahem, this is such a horrible weather. I've been stuck underground for so long. And when the shells from the independent column hit me, it's just dust. How can my throat feel better?"

"Hayi, Lieutenant Ishii, you've worked hard! I'll go inform the squadron leader immediately!"

"Autumn Sack, remember, this is our most important operation. Be sure to notify all the Imperial Warriors. Also, the contact between the battalion headquarters and other squadrons has been cut off. It is estimated that the telephone line has been blown up. Send someone to run and notify them immediately!"

"Hayi!"

The operations staff officer hung up the phone in a cold sweat. If Duan Peng hadn't reminded him in time, their scheme of impersonating others would have been ruthlessly exposed!

"Captain, it has to be you. The old ones are still the best!"

"I just happened to see their roster, but don't be too stressed. This is all icing on the cake. After all, we have already destroyed their command center! Retreat, there is still a large group of devils waiting for us to deal with!"

Duan Peng and others took out their pistols and shot the Japanese devils one by one. After making sure that no one survived, they climbed up.

"Signal soldier, send a message directly to Captain Shen Quan. In half an hour, a large number of Japanese will break out to the west of Zhangbei. Please don't be stingy with your ammunition!"

After Duan Peng finished speaking, he disappeared into the night again, found a dark house to hide in, and began to replenish food and water. After waiting for this Japanese battalion to finish its charge, he would slowly and leisurely deal with another infantry battalion.

"Just wait, wait for the little Japanese to perform a pebble against a rock trick on us!"