Bright Sword: Starting from the Improved Grenade

At twelve o'clock in the evening, under the cover of darkness, Zhang Dabiao led a battalion and quietly reached the entrance of the hill, next to the Japanese outpost.

"Let me repeat, this Japanese sentry station was converted from a former post station. There are three wooden houses arranged in a triangular shape. The last house is occupied by a Japanese officer."

"Two new watchtowers have been built in front of the post. Our mission this time is to wipe out all the Japanese troops at this post within 20 minutes. Do you have confidence?"

"Have!"

A soldier from the first battalion growled.

"it is good."

Zhang Dabiao nodded in satisfaction, looked at the thin soldier beside him and asked, "Did Monkey cut the phone line?"

"It's broken, so I got back a section of the telephone line!"

The monkey raised the telephone cord in his hand and said proudly.

Zhang Dabiao glanced at the telephone line in Monkey's hand, ignored it, and gave instructions to the soldiers surrounding him.

"Your sharp knife platoon will lead the charge in this battle. First, eliminate the soldiers on the two watchtowers, then open the gate and let us in."

"Yes."

Several soldiers from the spearhead platoon nodded in agreement.

"action."

Zhang Dabiao glanced at his watch and gave the order.

In an instant, four soldiers from the spearhead platoon, under the cover of night, jumped east and rolled west and arrived under the watchtower.

He glanced at the Japanese soldiers on the watchtower, pulled out the dagger from his waist, put it in his mouth, and began to climb the watchtower.

"Huh~~ Why is this weather so cold? I miss my hometown Okinawa, where it's spring all year round and there are beaches!"

On the watchtower, a young Japanese soldier rubbed his hands together and complained.

"Haha, China is vast and has distinct seasons. You may not be used to it at first, Xiaojing-kun, but you will be fine once you get used to it. Come and have a drink to warm yourself up!"

Another older Japanese soldier, who was obviously an old Japanese soldier, took out a silver wine jug and handed it to the young Japanese soldier.

"Thank you, Muranaka-kun."

The young Japanese soldier bowed and took the wine jug with both hands.

Looking at the exquisite patterns on the wine jug, the young Japanese soldier couldn't help but exclaimed: "What a beautiful wine jug!"

"Pretty!"

The old devil showed a proud expression: "I followed the captain and seized this from a wealthy merchant who was connected to the Eighth Route Army!"

"Really!"

The young Japanese soldier exclaimed in admiration, opened the lid of the wine flask, and was about to raise his head to take a sip when he caught a glimpse of a figure appearing behind the old Japanese soldier out of the corner of his eye.

Before he could warn, a big calloused hand covered his mouth, and a dagger quickly slid across his neck, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

"Don't be nervous, dizziness is normal."

Listening to the devil's whispers in his ears, the young devil's consciousness became blurred.

"It's so warm! Am I back home?"

After this thought flashed through his mind, the young devil fell into complete darkness.

"Tsk, the devil's blood stinks!"

The soldiers of the sharp knife platoon put down the dead Japanese soldier and looked at the blood-stained military uniform with disgust.

"Okay, hurry down and open the door. Mission accomplished. You can even ask the battalion commander to wash your clothes!"

Another soldier from the spearhead platoon left the dead body of the Japanese soldier behind and swiftly climbed down the wooden ladder from the watchtower.

"Here I come, here I come, wait for me!"

After a while, four soldiers from the sharp knife platoon who had killed the Japanese soldiers came to the gate quietly, removed the wooden gate and pushed the gate open together.

"Go, go, go... Follow the plan. The first and second companies will block the door. The third company will surround the outpost. Not a single enemy soldier can escape!"

When Zhang Dabiao saw the door open, he immediately gave orders.

Soon, one soldier after another climbed up from the ground, picked up their weapons and rushed towards the outpost.

"Grenade launchers, hurry up and place them here."

"The elm cannon, point it at the enemy's gate."

"Where's the machine gun? Put it up!"

Seeing that grenade launchers, elm cannons, machine guns, and heavy machine guns were all aimed at the doors of the three wooden houses, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand calmly.

A soldier from the spearhead platoon picked up a grenade and rushed over, kicked the door open, and without thinking, threw three or four grenades inside.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The continuous explosions woke up the sleeping Japanese soldiers.

"Baga, enemy attack, enemy attack..."

I have to say that the quality of the Japanese soldiers nowadays is still good. Even if they have just been blown up by a grenade, they can quickly pick up the rifle from the wall with their naked buttocks, load it, and then rush out without hesitation.

next moment.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Da da da da..."

"Three grenades in rapid fire, Elm cannon fire, fire..."

Three different commands made the Japanese soldiers who had just rushed out pay a heavy price. Before they could see clearly what was happening, they were beaten to pieces and their flesh was all over the ground.

What the hell is going on? The remaining Japanese soldiers just hid in the wooden house with their guns and refused to come out.

In particular, the Japanese officer in the last wooden house climbed up as soon as the explosion occurred, took out the turtle box, hid behind the window and observed secretly.

After seeing the enemy's extremely fierce firepower, he gave up the idea of ​​going out to organize soldiers for defense, ran to the table, picked up the phone, shook it and started calling.

"Moses Moses......."

"Baga, the telephone line has been cut."

The Japanese officer dropped the phone and cursed angrily.

"Snapped."

"Hmm! What the hell?"

Suddenly a long object was thrown in. The Japanese officer took a look at it, his face turned pale with fright, and he quickly jumped to the side.

With a "bang", the grenade exploded and fragments flew everywhere. Just when the Japanese officer was congratulating himself for dodging quickly, the black muzzle of a gun was pointed at his head.

"Hey, goodbye!"

The soldier from the sharp knife platoon grinned cruelly and pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the Japanese officer's head exploded like a watermelon.

"How many devils are there in the cabin?"

Looking at the two wooden houses in front of him, Zhang Dabiao frowned and asked.

"Report, including the bodies in the watchtower, there are probably five or six Japanese soldiers in the cabin."

The company commander counted the number of people and replied.

"I'm in a hurry and don't have time to waste with them. Send a few soldiers to throw some grenades. If they don't come out, blow them up!"

Zhang Dabiao ordered viciously.

"Yes."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After a few explosions, two soldiers from the first company entered the cabin with shotguns and started firing.

"Well, you did a good job. The regiment commander often told me that the dead devils are the good devils, and we should also show mercy to the injured and send them to see their emperor."

Zhang Dabiao patted his shoulder with great satisfaction at the company commander's decision to send someone to replenish the guns.

"Hehe, it's all thanks to the battalion commander's good teaching."

The company commander touched his head happily.

"Alright, the first company will clean up the battlefield, take what you can, and burn what you can't take. The rest of you will escort our comrades from the Arsenal across the road!"

At this time, seeing the soldiers of the sharp knife platoon who were sent to kill the Japanese officers also coming over, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand and gave instructions to everyone.

"Yes."

"Wow, Captain Zhang is really efficient. It took less than 20 minutes!"

Zhao Tianyang was surprised when he saw Zhang Dabiao coming to tell them that they could leave.

"Hey, just thirty little devils, I don't take them seriously."

Zhang Dabiao answered nonchalantly.

A moment later, as the last soldier from the First Battalion left, flames began to appear at this Japanese outpost.