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

Duan Peng became more and more suspicious that there was something inside. As daybreak approached, the Japanese's assembly call would soon be sounded, so he made up his mind, winked at the soldiers, and then vaguely encircled the Type 92 heavy machine gun position.

The little devil stuffed a piece of sushi into his mouth and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yoshi, this tastes so good! With such good ingredients, I should take a shower, change clothes, and then put some authentic soy sauce and wasabi on it and savor it carefully.

I really don’t know how to thank you! Then let us bow to you!”

I thought it was just a polite remark, but as soon as the Japanese finished speaking, they all bowed collectively.

"Thank you for the food. We are loyal to the Emperor!"

Duan Peng felt sick looking at the hypocritical little devils. They were clearly full of murderous intent, but they pretended to be well-educated and polite. It was really disgusting:

"No need to thank me, just leave your life behind!"

The little devil heard something was wrong and immediately looked up:

"Nani?"

But it was too late, the daggers had already cut into their throats.

The Japanese soldiers were like pheasants with their necks cut. They flapped their wings a few times and then died.

"Team Nine takes over the heavy machine gun position, everyone else follow me!"

Duan Peng led the Eighth Squad to the door of the warehouse, then quietly opened the door. When he looked down, he found six or seven Japanese soldiers sleeping on the floor of the warehouse?

It takes no effort at all!

Duan Peng and several soldiers quietly bypassed the Japanese soldiers on the ground, then occupied the gate and aimed into the warehouse, looking for suspicious targets.

The warehouse at Xilinhot Airport was only used as a transit point for supplies. It was not very large, only about 300 square meters. It was filled with rice, flour, military uniforms, weapons, and so on.

After confirming that it was temporarily safe, Duan Peng made a gesture of wiping his neck to the soldiers behind him.

The Eighth Squad slit the throats of all the snoring Japanese soldiers, and the strong smell of blood spread throughout the warehouse.

"Find the Japanese bomb truck, quickly!"

Duan Peng crouched down and walked through a pile of rice, and suddenly saw the food box that had just been delivered.

Duan Peng squatted down, holding the gun in one hand and opening the food box with the other hand, only to find that a few grains of sushi were missing: It seems that there is a lurking enemy here, most likely Abe Taiji!

Sure enough, after passing another rice pile, I saw a military tent!

Duan Peng held the gun, gently lifted the curtain of the tent, flashed through the door, and saw the situation inside the tent clearly: there was no one!

Walking into the tent, Duan Peng looked at a teacup on the table and touched it with his hand. It was warm! It seemed that the owner of the tent had not left yet! Looking at the major's uniform hanging next to it, wasn't this definitely Abe Taiji's?

Duan Peng laughed foolishly. Is this Abe Taiji playing house? He even built another house in this warehouse?

"Hurry up and find him. It looks like this old devil didn't get far!"

They searched from one end of the warehouse to the other but found nothing. Just when they were about to give up, they suddenly saw a ray of light coming from behind a pile of rice.

The soldiers immediately raised their guns and moved closer, only to find a small wooden door fluttering in the wind.

"Captain, there's a secret door over here!"

Duan Peng walked over quickly, nodded to the soldiers on both sides, rolled forward and rushed into the secret door.

"Boom!"

Two bullets from the Type 38 rifle flew towards Duan Peng's scalp. Duan Peng immediately leaned forward, raised his hand and fired two shots, knocking down two Japanese soldiers.

"Safety!"

Duan Peng began to observe the situation outside the secret door. In fact, it was just another door of the warehouse. Blocking his way were several piles of wood used to build fortifications.

The eighth squad of the Liangshan Special Forces filed in, ready to occupy the huge pile of wood.

Duan Peng jumped up and stood on the top of the wood pile. Just as he was about to go up, suddenly two cars next to the wood pile started up and rushed quickly towards the airport runway.

"Damn it! Bomb the car!"

Duan Peng and the soldiers of the Eighth Squad squatted on a pile of wood and fired at the cab, but all their bullets hit the reinforced steel plates with clanging sounds, but the car still drove towards the runway like the wind.

Seeing the two bomb-carrying vehicles of the Japanese soldiers running further and further away, Duan Peng called the signalman and picked up the walkie-talkie:

"All teams, pay attention! Two bomb trucks are approaching from east to west. The target is expected to be the runway or the control tower. Use all means to destroy them. Attention, use all means to destroy them!"

"understand!"

The two bomb cars gradually separated, one drove towards the runway and the other drove towards the control tower.

The soldiers on the second floor of Abe's battalion headquarters quickly opened the rocket launchers on their backs, aimed at the bomb car speeding towards the runway, and then left enough time to fire two rounds at once.

With a loud "bang", the first car was overturned, and then a moment later there was a louder noise, and the huge shock wave overturned everything within fifty meters.

Even the glass of Abe's battalion headquarters building was shattered.

The Japanese bomb truck that was moving towards the tower saw that its companion had turned into brilliant sparks, and it stepped on the accelerator even more frantically.

The leader of the second squad on the roof of the tower looked at the car several hundred meters away and ordered the sniper team to open fire at full speed in an attempt to kill the Japanese or damage the car tires.

Because some of the facilities in the tower contain sophisticated equipment that cannot withstand the turmoil.

The snipers fired continuously, making bang bang sounds on the Japanese cars, but they were still unable to stop the bomb car from moving forward.

"Ready the bazookas, two in a group, shoot once you're in range!"

The straight-line distance is one hundred and fifty meters!

Two rockets were fired out, but the Japanese bomb car happened to jump and actually avoided the two rockets.

"Damn it, the sniper is shooting at the Japanese's tires with all his strength!"

Fortunately, the tire of the car was coming straight towards me, so it was easy to aim and pierce it directly.

The bomb car slowed down.

"Rockets, two salvos!"

There was another loud "boom", and as expected, a small mushroom cloud appeared. The entire tower seemed to be swept by a whirlwind, shattering all the glass windows.

If the soldiers had not been far away, they would have been pierced by the broken glass.

The two huge explosions not only startled my sister-in-law who was sleeping in the barracks, but also reached the puppet army camp outside the barbed wire fence of the airport and the other side of the Xilinhot city.

The Japanese soldiers in the barracks, who had just woken up from a dream, didn't even bother to put on their clothes and rushed out with the small rifles leaning against the wall.

But no matter how they pulled the wooden doors of the barracks, they were helpless, because these wooden doors had already been locked by the soldiers of the Liangshan Special Forces!