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

Zhang Dabiao lifted the corner of his clothes, wiped the sweat from his palms, and turned off the walkie-talkie in his hand.

"Artillery scouts report position, 150mm infantry artillery group ready!"

The artillery scouts who went forward saw through high-powered telescopes that the convoy had stopped in a ravine at a mass grave.

"Bearing A03, enemy vehicle target."

The 150 artillery group received the message, and the on-site commander took action and issued orders.

"Set the firing parameters, azimuth 00-03, firing angle 06-80! High-explosive bombs loaded!"

The well-trained artillerymen immediately broke into a trot, quickly adjusting the direction and elevation of the artillery, and the loaders loaded the ammunition, all in one go.

"A good shot."

"Good second shot!"

...

The 150-man infantry artillery group is fully ready.

At this time, in the small ravine next to the mass grave, Hei Teng dragged Jia Gui out of the car and looked at the bodies of the detectives scattered all over the ground.

Hei Teng squatted down, looking at the dog traitor covered with steel balls, and felt an unprecedented strange feeling in his heart.

"Baga, could it be the Eighth Route Army that is equipped with special equipment as mentioned in the intelligence? Captain Jia, what equipment do these Eighth Route Army soldiers have?"

Jia Gui's whole face twisted, as if he was recalling a terrible dream.

"Kurofuji-sama, they were all dressed in colorful clothes, and the guns they used were all automatic firearms. And there was this landmine, which shot our detective team brothers into a sieve. If I hadn't been smart, I would have died long ago!"

"Sure enough! It's indeed the elite troops of the Eighth Route Army!"

Hei Teng stood up and prepared to retreat back to Pingshun County.

But the artillery regiment would not give him this opportunity.

"One round of calibration fire!"

The gunner pulled the gun rope with all his strength.

"boom!"

The 150mm infantry gun spewed out a pleasing flame, pushing the projectile to spin rapidly and land on the hillside next to the ravine.

The artillery scouts looked through their binoculars at the brilliant sparks.

"Correct 2 positions to the left! Be careful, there is a mass grave to the left, don't disturb people sleeping! Three rapid shots!"

Hei Teng was startled by the sudden explosion, and the doubt in his heart was immediately resolved.

What they were facing was indeed the elite Eighth Route Army, not the fabricated one created by the cowardly Jia Gui.

"retreat!"

Hei Teng looked again and saw that Jia Gui, who should have been at his side, had already run away and was hiding behind a tombstone with his head lowered.

"idiot!"

Hei Teng had no time to get angry as a barrage of shells poured down from the sky. In just sixty seconds, four 150mm infantry guns fired a total of twelve shells, turning the small ravine into a "small river".

The deafening sound of artillery fire made Jia Gui's ears bleed, but compared to the Japanese soldiers who became dumpling fillings, he was a hundred times luckier.

"Report to the headquarters, all targets have been destroyed!"

Zhang Dabiao excitedly grabbed the hat in his hand.

"Okay! The heavy infantry artillery company begins its review!"

After the shelling, the artillery guard company in cars quickly maneuvered to the small ravine, but when they arrived at the scene, they regretted taking on this mission.

Too cruel.

The shell holes in the small ravine were connected together, and there were broken limbs and arms everywhere, as well as intestines and heads scattered everywhere.

Out of more than one hundred soldiers, sixty or seventy vomited.

Doesn't this affect cleaning the battlefield?

Why clean up the battlefield? There is not a single intact thing on the entire battlefield.

"Captain, there's a live person over there."

The sharp-eyed soldier saw Jia Gui behind the tombstone and seemed to have discovered a treasure.

The company commander looked at Jia Gui, who was so scared that he pissed himself, and spat.

"Damn it, after all this hard work, this is all I found?"

"Captain, do you want this?"

"Forget it, take it back!"

Ma Quan and Jia Gui were locked up in a small courtyard outside the base. Seven or eight puppet soldiers and dozens of detective teams squatted on the ground like sheep.

Mustering up his courage, Ma Quan raised his hands high.

"Master Ba, we have paid the ransom. When are you going to release us?"

Zhang Xuan looked around and found that these people were all worthless people, so how could they be valuable?

"Okay, then I'll let you go!"

After saying that, Zhang Xuan led the special forces to withdraw, leaving the dog traitors dumbfounded.

Wei Saner quietly stuck his head out, and sure enough, all the special forces had withdrawn.

"Captain, the Eighth Route Army has really withdrawn. Let's leave quickly."

Seeing the opportunity, Ma Quan did not delay and rushed forward immediately.

Jia Gui was not to be outdone, and he led the detective team to squeeze towards the door.

The red and yellow collide with each other, making a mess.

Two streams of color rushed to the door, but seemed to have encountered a dam and were blocked, trapped in the yard, unable to rush out.

"Ma Quan, what the hell are you dawdling for? Get out of my way if you don't want to leave!"

Ma Quan said nothing.

"Damn it, you stinky bastard, you've learned to play dumb, huh?"

Jia Gui pushed Ma Quan aside, raised his head and leaned forward, but his forehead felt cold.

The Mauser pistols that they once carried on their waists were now in the hands of a local border government worker who was wearing a half-length military uniform, and were now pressing against his forehead.

Thanks to Jia Gui's gift, these staff members replaced all their original rifles with Mauser pistols, which are more convenient for their daily work and are much more effective in self-defense than rifles.

"Brother, Master Ba just said to let us go. Can you please spare us?"

"Yes, that's right. He said to release you, but the people in our border area won't agree!"

After that, they were all brought to the people's trial.

I was worried that there was no evidence against these two people, but as soon as they came on stage, they started to fight each other.

The clerk's hands were almost numb from writing so many charges against the two men.

Needless to say, both were sentenced to death and executed on the spot.

"Snapped".

Ma Quan, a great "military businessman", passed away.

Jia Gui looked at the brain matter scattered all over the floor, his face turning pale with fear.

"Eighth Master, Eighth Master, I want to make a contribution, I have important information!"

When the border government saw that Jia Gui had something to say and was afraid that he might leak information, they immediately waved their hands and suspended the execution.

"take away!"

The border government staff pulled Jia Gui up from a pool of yellow liquid and took him to the small room where they had been detained previously.

"Tell me, what information?"

Jia Gui, who had temporarily saved his life, regained a little color on his pale smiling face, but he still trembled when he spoke.

"The Imperial Army... No, the Japanese 227th Regiment is carrying a batch of secret weapons and is ready to fight against the Eighth Route Army!"

"What secret weapon?"

"I don't know. He only mentioned it when I was serving tea to Hei Teng. He said that this secret weapon would definitely wipe out all the Eighth Route Army!"

The border government felt that something was not right, so they immediately invited Li Yunlong and Wang Meng over.

Li Yunlong has always "tactically take the enemy seriously and strategically underestimate the enemy", so he naturally dare not underestimate this secret weapon.

"Mengzi, what kind of weapon do you think this is?"

Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat. Could it be...