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

Lieutenant General Sakuma Hitoshi became more and more excited the more he thought about it, and suddenly he had an idea to pose with the Central Army's flag, then take a photo and publish it as the front-page headline of the Asahi Shimbun to satisfy his vanity.

He first held the Central Army flag in his hand with a disdainful expression, then he felt unsatisfied and thought of a more dramatic photo.

He threw the military flag to the ground, then pulled over a prisoner from the Central Army, stomped the prisoner's face hard on the military flag with his foot, and took out his sword and pointed it at the prisoner's neck.

The Asahi Shimbun reporters excitedly surrounded Sakuma and took several photos. They were very satisfied and prepared to call it a day.

However, Sakuma's imagination exploded again, as his vanity was greatly satisfied. He felt that this was not bloody or violent enough, so he said:

"Reporter, I'm going to chop his neck with the saber. You must take photos to record the blood spurting out!"

Although the reporter from Asahi Shimbun was not a good person, he still considered himself a reporter rather than a soldier, so he was still somewhat repulsed by such scenes.

"General, I admit that such photos are very inflammatory and propaganda-like, but they are too bloody for me. In my lens, you should be a soldier killing the enemy, not a brutal bandit."

"Haha, you worry too much! Japan is facing internal and external troubles and urgently needs more loyal people to join this war. To succeed, you must go crazy first and rush forward regardless of everything!

For the Empire, I am willing to become a madman, let's begin!"

The reporter actually thought what he said made sense, so he changed to a new roll of film and prepared to capture the wonderful moment.

"Are you ready? I'm about to start!"

The reporter squatted aside, pointed the camera at Sakuma Rento and his sword, as well as the pitiful prisoners, and nodded without blinking.

Sakuma took a horse stance, raised his saber high, then shouted angrily and chopped it down heavily, preparing to chop off the prisoner's head with one blow.

"Oh!"

The reporter was frightened by the gunshot, his hands shook, and he took a slanted photo.

When he looked up again, he saw that Sakuma Hitoshi, who had lost his head, had fallen to the ground, and blood was oozing out of his neck, which was particularly scary.

"Baga, there's an assassin!"

Sakuma Hitoshi's guards and a group of lieutenants and generals immediately surrounded the corpse, some holding muskets or sabers, as if they were ready to fight to the death with the large-caliber sniper rifle.

In the forest two hundred meters away or four hundred meters away, the sniper reloaded a bullet.

"Kill an enemy officer with the rank of Lieutenant General! Find the next target!"

Duan Peng looked through the telescope at the chaotic battlefield and was too lazy to give orders one by one.

"Fight them from the most senior to the least senior in rank, no need to ask for permission! Also, go get that reporter's camera back for me, I want to see if he took a picture of the headshot!"

It turned out that on the night before yesterday, 108 special forces members of the Liangshan Special Forces were airdropped into the hinterland of Hengyang, and then divided into ten small teams, freely looking for opportunities to annihilate the enemy behind enemy lines, their target being the Japanese officers.

The team led by Duan Peng and the first squad happened to reach the south of the Hunan-Guangxi Railway, where they saw the suicidal Sakuma pretending to be cool.

Wouldn't it be fair to the Chinese soldiers who died in the war by giving him a bullet? Would it be fair to the common people? Would it be fair to his cool look?

The sniper kept firing, and the Japanese officers fell one by one. The loud gunshots exposed their position, and about a squadron of Japanese soldiers began to move towards the forest where they were hiding.

"Free fire!"

After talking for about two minutes, Duan Peng picked up the modified intercom. Although it was not as small as the one brought by Wang Meng and others, it was only the size of a palm.

"Fire support team of squad three, fire a round of rockets at the position ahead of me!"

"understand!"

To ensure sufficient fire support, every three squads are equipped with a fire support team, carrying a modified 107mm rocket launcher that can fire two rounds of salvos.

The Japanese troops gradually approached the mountains and forests. They seemed to have seen the shadows of the Liangshan Special Forces. When they were about to show their fangs, bursts of rocket rain came down like an overwhelming force, and then a large area of ​​land in front of them was swept by fire and shrapnel.

The huge shock wave blew up smoke and dust all over the ground.

"Sniper team, cover me. The two of you come with me and cut off the collar badges of the Japanese soldiers! Charge!"

It took Duan Peng and his two companions five minutes to run and shoot at a distance of four hundred meters.

The group of Japanese soldiers just now were either knocked to the ground by the shock wave or hit by shrapnel and lay on the ground groaning.

Duan Peng and his two companions beat up anyone they saw and killed all the Japanese in one minute.

"Cut off the collar badge, quick!"

Duan Peng was originally planning to chop off their heads as well, but when he thought about how heavy they were, he decided to just give up!

After completing this mission, the Liangshan Special Operations Team Headquarters and the First Squad immediately disappeared into the mountains and forests, like a drop of water in the ocean.

That evening, the film and collar badges were sent back to Chongqing.

Early the next morning, the voice of Pingshun Radio came over the airwaves in the streets and alleys of Chongqing:

"Yesterday, in order to strike a blow to the enemy's arrogance and delay the enemy's offensive, the independent column sent out elite troops to sneak into the enemy's rear and achieved brilliant results.

Confirmed through various channels, the results are as follows:

Lieutenant General Sakuma Hitoshi, commander of the 68th Division, and one major general, three colonels, and seven lieutenant colonels in the headquarters were killed.

A colonel and two lieutenant colonels of the 34th Division were killed.

A major general and two colonels from the 3rd Division were killed.

All Chinese compatriots should unite to fight against the Japanese invaders and annihilate the Japanese invaders in Hunan and Guangxi!"

The streets of Chongqing seemed to have stopped in time. Vendors, passers-by and vehicles all stopped, fearing that the slightest sound would interrupt this beautiful broadcast.

All you can hear is the sound of steam from the bun shop and the chirping of birds.

After the news was over, the powerful song of "Unity is Strength" came from the radio. The frozen street suddenly seemed to explode, and excited shouts were heard everywhere!

Passengers squeezed down from the tram, the rich got out of their cars, the workers got off their bicycles, and whether they knew each other or not, they either hugged each other or shook hands tightly!

At this moment, the hearts of the Chinese people are completely connected.

Not only in Chongqing, but also in Xi'an, Guiyang, Kunming, Pingshun, and wherever Pingshun radio can be heard, it is bustling with activity.

Small vendors are offering big discounts and sales, and the firecracker shop owner has cleared out all his firecrackers, as if it is Chinese New Year.

“Ding ding… ding ding, everyone disperse! No gatherings allowed! No riots allowed!”