Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

"coming!"

Li Yunlong's eyes narrowed and he closely watched the Japanese transport convoy that was slowly approaching them.

"Captain, do you want to fight?"

Zhang Dabiao put his finger on the trigger of the rifle, ready to fire at any time.

"Don't."

Not knowing what he had discovered, Li Yunlong pressed Zhang Dabiao's Zhongzheng and said, "Give orders to turn off the insurance and let this transport team go."

"Yes."

Zhang Dabiao did not hesitate. He immediately crawled up quietly and began to convey Li Yunlong's orders.

"The captain has given all the instructions."

After a while, Zhang Dabiao crawled back again.

"Why did the captain let this transport team go?"

Only then did Zhang Dabiao ask the questions in his mind.

"Haha, did you find anything from those two cars?"

Li Yunlong pointed at two Japanese cars driving slowly in the middle of the road and asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Dabiao looked around and saw a three-wheeled vehicle leading the way on the road, with two common green Toyota KB automatic trucks in the middle. Nothing strange about it?

"Hehe, I told you to read more books. Now you don't understand what's in front of you."

Li Yunlong first pretended to scold Zhang Dabiao, and then spoke calmly.

"Look at these two trucks. They have weak defenses. Even a rifle can penetrate them. And look at their speed. They are as slow as a dog crawling. You can even run faster than them."

"The second thing is to see that the tire is about to be flattened. Finally, listen carefully. Do you hear any noise coming from the car?"

"No."

Zhang Dabiao shook his head blankly, totally not understanding what Li Yunlong was talking about.

"That's right, because it's filled with food, very solid, so of course there won't be any noise!"

"Ah! So that's it."

Zhang Dabiao touched his head and looked at Li Yunlong with admiration: "Captain, you know a lot."

"Learn well, these are all experiences."

Li Yunlong smiled proudly.

"Pity."

Looking at the leaving transport team, Zhang Dabiao felt a little distressed. If the main purpose today was not the Japanese weapons, he would definitely not let these cars full of food pass.

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"The regiment commander and the second battalion commander sent a message that another Japanese transport team will arrive in thirty minutes."

A communications soldier quietly crawled over and said.

"Well, let's get ready."

Li Yunlong pulled the trigger of his pistol. He didn't believe that he would encounter a truck delivering food twice in a row.

Not long after, Li Yunlong saw a team consisting of two three-wheeled vehicles and two Nissan 80 automatic trucks.

A transport convoy consisting of a Nissan 180 automatic truck filled with Japanese soldiers was slowly approaching them.

"It has strong defense, fast speed, and the tires are not very flat. There is also a slight metal collision sound."

Zhang Dabiao looked at the car not far away and said in surprise: "I understand, Commander, this convoy is transporting weapons."

"Just understand, just follow the plan."

As he spoke, Li Yunlong picked up the rifle placed beside him and aimed at the Japanese in the cab. Zhang Dabiao next to him also made the same move.

Both of their guns had relatively complete rifling, and were specifically used to kill Japanese drivers when ambushing Japanese transport convoys.

"Bang, bang."

After two gunshots, the two Japanese drivers immediately collapsed, and the car, which had no control, began to move in a serpentine manner.

One car crashed into the hillside nearby and was forced to stop, and another car was braked in time by the Japanese soldier sitting in the passenger seat.

Before they could breathe a sigh of relief, countless gunshots suddenly rang out all around them.

One after another, the blazing bullets flew over with unstoppable momentum.

The Japanese soldiers on the two leading three-wheeled motorcycles were shot with holes all over their bodies before they could react. They were dead beyond recognition.

"Baga, it's an ambush."

On the rear troop carrier, a Japanese officer shouted angrily, "Lower your vehicle!" "Lower your vehicle!"

Soon the tailgate of the car opened, and Japanese soldiers in shit-yellow military uniforms jumped out one after another.

It's not that they are brave, it's simply that when they are ambushed, a group of people crowded in one car are easily wiped out.

"Murakami, Yoshida, take your team and search the nearby hillside immediately."

Judging from the terrain, one side is low and the other side is high. You can tell where the enemy's main force is ambushing just by thinking.

"The rest of you follow me, we're going to rescue the squadron leader."

Thinking of the squadron leader sitting in a car in front to keep watch, the Japanese officer became worried. He hoped he wouldn't die!

“Bang, bang, bang…”

Before the Japanese soldiers could take any action, grenades flew over and blew them into a bloody mess.

"Baga, fight back, fight back."

The destructive power of bullets is not as great as that of grenades. Although the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment were firing volleys of gunfire just now, the only ones who were actually killed were a few Japanese soldiers outside the car.

As for the Japanese soldiers in the cars, most of them were intact, except for a few who were particularly unlucky and were shot to death.

But now it’s different. If a grenade explodes at close range, unless he is Iron Man, he will not be able to escape the fate of being covered with blood holes.

"Squeak, bang, squeak, bang..."

The soldiers of the New 1st Regiment who had just ambushed on both sides of the road kept lighting grenades with fire starters, and then threw them towards the Japanese troop carriers without even looking.

There were twenty grenades in front of each soldier, and they threw out 100 grenades in just a few minutes.

And they showed no intention of stopping. The commander said that all the grenades must be thrown out without leaving a single one.

Whoever has the most grenades left will be scolded.

In this situation where grenades kept flying, even if the Japanese officers wanted to organize their soldiers to resist, they would be powerless.

Forget about resisting now, just figure out how to survive first.

"The bugler blows the charge bugle."

Seeing that the Japanese had been blown to the point where they had no power to resist, Li Yunlong gave orders with a smile.

"Dudududu..."

"Follow me."

As the charge sounded, Zhang Dabiao stood up, threw his hat hard to the ground, pulled out the big knife from his back and roared at the soldiers around him.

"Charge, kill..."

"Pa bang bang..."

"Da da... da da..."

Soon, the few Japanese soldiers who were left alive by the bombing were almost completely wiped out in one encounter.

"Captain, look at the Japanese command knife."

Zhang Dabiao, covered in blood, came to Li Yunlong holding an exquisite Japanese knife.

"Why are you hurt?"

Looking at the blood on Zhang Dabiao's clothes, Li Yunlong said with concern.

"Hey, it's not mine. It belonged to that Japanese officer just now. He wanted to fight me with a bayonet, so I went up and chopped off his head with one knife. The blood sprayed all over me."

"That's good. Organize people to clean up the battlefield immediately. Remember to finish off the dead Japanese soldiers. Don't let them get ambushed."

"Row."

Then Li Yunlong instructed Hu Zi, who was responsible for protecting him, "Go and call Brother Tianyang and the others over."

"Yes."