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

Inside the gendarmerie headquarters in Pingshun County, Jia Gui stood in front of Hei Teng with a bruised face and nose.

Hei Teng had just chased Wang Ming and his two companions, but not only did he not hurt them at all, he also killed five of them. Hei Teng was so angry that he slapped Jia Gui.

Hei Teng was feeling very aggrieved and tears were falling down his face.

"They bullied me before the Imperial Army came, and they still bullied me after the Imperial Army came. Didn't the Imperial Army come for nothing?"

Hei Teng pushed his glasses up and frowned.

"Baga, you said the imperial army came in vain?"

"Snapped!"

The bright red on Jia Gui's face turned into maroon.

"Why don't you fight the Eighth Route Army to the death?"

Jia Gui thought to himself, if I wear this black suit, I have to fight to the death? If he dies, he can't enter that damn "animal society", so it's better to live well.

"Hei Teng Tai Jun, it's not that we don't fight hard, it's that the Eighth Route Army is too cunning, a whole regiment!"

"What? A whole regiment of the Eighth Route Army is here to fight against your detective team?"

As expected, Jia Gui received another slap on the face.

Twenty minutes later, the Hei Teng Squadron of the Japanese gendarmerie headquarters in Pingshun County had assembled.

Hei Teng just refused to believe it and insisted on winning the first prize in this battle without the knowledge of the highest commander of Pingshun County, the commander of the 37th Division, Yuichiro Kanno.

"Warriors of the Empire, let us demonstrate the spirit of Bushido to Captain Jia and show the Field Division how powerful our garrison squadron is!"

"Hayi!"

Even though Jia Gui was extremely unwilling, he was still forced to lead the Japanese and rode four trucks and two motorcycles towards the ambushed mass grave.

After Wang Ming ran out of Pingshun County, he hid on the road and continued to observe. He happened to encounter the Japanese convoy and immediately reported the situation to Zhang Xuan who had retreated to the base.

Zhang Xuan didn't expect that these security teams, detective teams, and Japanese devils would come in turns, like gourds on a vine, one after another.

But it is not so easy to make money from the Japanese devils, and their hands are filled with the blood of our compatriots.

National hatred and family feuds cannot be negotiated.

"Special forces assemble!"

Li Yunlong saw that the special forces team, which had been away for two days and one night, had gathered again, so he came over to watch the fun.

"Xuan Zi, why is there such a big commotion? Which Japanese soldier is in trouble again?"

Zhang Xuan chuckled.

"Made a little fortune!"

Zhang Xuan told Li Yunlong about what had happened in the past two days and his harvest, and laid out several large boxes of silver dollars and more than twenty small yellow croakers.

"Hahaha, you are such a talent. I, Lao Li, am a talented businessman, but you, Xuanzi, are even more evil-minded than me!"

"Hey, Commander, what do you think we should do with this money?"

Li Yunlong waved his hands. He never took food from his subordinates unless he couldn't help it.

"You should report to the Chief of Staff. He locks himself in the room all day. I wonder what he is doing?"

After saying this, Li Yunlong walked away with his hands behind his back.

After Zhang Xuan assembled his troops, he walked out excitedly, ready to fight again to see if there was any gourd on this vine that could fight.

As soon as he left the village, he was stopped by Zhang Dabiao.

"Captain Zhang, what are you going to do now?"

"Let's fight the Japs. There's a squadron of them over at Xiajing Village."

Zhang Dabiao's eyes turned and he pulled Zhang Xuan aside.

"Captain Zhang, let's discuss this. If you hand over this group of devils to us, we will buy you a drink."

Zhang Xuan quickly refused. It was not easy for this group of people to come to this world. As the geese leave their voices when they pass by, and people leave their names when they pass by, they should do something, right?

Besides, the purpose of their special forces team is to kill the most devils and achieve the greatest merit.

"Brother Biao, it's not that I don't give you face, it's just that in the past few days, the brothers have only seen the security team and the detective team, and haven't encountered the real little devils to practice. Next time, next time I will definitely give it to you!"

Zhang Dabiao gritted his teeth.

"Captain Zhang, fifty boxes of cigarettes, plus fifty kilograms of sweet potato cakes!"

Cigarettes and sweet potato cakes are hard currency.

Who would have thought that Zhang Dabiao would be willing to pay such a huge price just to kill this squadron of Japanese devils?

"Brother Biao, why are you in such a hurry? The war will start in a few days, and there will be a lot of Japanese invaders around."

Zhang Dabiao pointed to the Taihang Mountain Artillery Training Base in the south.

"Our regiment's artillery training is almost done, but we haven't fired live ammunition yet. We just want to take this opportunity to have an artillery drill and fire a few rounds to satisfy our desire."

Now all three infantry regiments are equipped with artillery battalions, each with a 150mm infantry artillery company, two 75mm infantry artillery companies, an anti-tank company and an anti-aircraft artillery company, plus an artillery guard company.

With the cooperation of the original artillery and the newly trained artillery, the artillery battalion can basically be supported, but the new recruits have not fired much live ammunition.

"Okay! Add fifty packs of cigarettes and I'll give you the job!"

Zhang Dabiao agreed readily and rushed to the regiment's artillery command post excitedly.

Artillery scouts were sent forward with walkie-talkies, and then the combat mission was assigned to an artillery battalion of a regiment.

"Brothers, this is our artillery battalion's first battle, and it's under the noses of our daily training. I only have one request: fast, accurate, and ruthless!"

Four 150mm infantry guns moved upon hearing the sound, were quickly pulled within the firing range by a tractor, took up their combat positions, tore off the camouflage nets, and adjusted their positions.

Zhang Dabiao looked forward with a telescope. Although he couldn't see anything, he just wanted to see the mushroom cloud created by his artillery.

Zhang Dabiao was watching intently, and there was a row of people standing in a row behind him, which frightened him.

The commanders of the anti-aircraft artillery company, the anti-tank company, the 75mm infantry artillery company, and even the infantry guard company were all standing behind him.

"What are you doing? Are you all here to watch the fun?"

"Captain, you can't be partial. Only the heavy infantry artillery company gets to eat meat, while we don't even get soup."

"That's it."

Zhang Dabiao was helpless as he looked at the hungry company commanders. After all, these real soldiers were happy to hear about war.

"Let me ask you, Anti-aircraft Battery, where are you firing? Are you leveling the anti-aircraft guns? Even if you level them, can you clear the firing range in front of you?"

"And your light infantry artillery company, your light infantry artillery can't reach, and the firing range is not enough, so why are you joining in the fun? Even if you use a tractor to tow it away now, it's too late!"

"And your anti-tank company, are you so cruel? You use anti-tank guns to shoot at the pork of the Japanese?"

The three company commanders were scolded so badly that they could not even raise their heads, leaving only one commander of the infantry guard company with a dark face.

He looked at Zhang Dabiao with anticipation.

"Captain, what about me? Can I rush over right now and clean up the battlefield?"

These words choked Zhang Dabiao. He really didn't expect there would be such a reason.

"Get out of here, get out of here quickly, and come back soon. Remember to contact the artillery command, or you will be hit by your own artillery shells!"

The big black-faced man stood at attention excitedly, praying inwardly that the artillery would not blow the whole thing up too thoroughly and leave him some soup.

"Yes!"

At this moment, a voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Report to the regiment commander, the artillery scouts have arrived at the mass grave south of Xiajing Village!"