Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

Hearing such domineering words, Wei Dayong's eyes lit up. He had been impressed by the special forces' powerful combat capability and was yearning for it.

Even Zhao Gang felt an endless surge of heroism in his heart. In the Chinese army, apart from the special forces in front of him, there were only a handful of troops that could defeat the Japanese with a small force.

What's more, the ratio of the enemy's and our forces' strength is 1:4, which is even more valuable.

After Kong Hao gathered all the scattered team members, he then formulated a detailed battle plan.

Zhao Gang participated in the discussion throughout, but as he was new here he did not speak. However, this also opened his eyes.

In his opinion, this battle plan was perfect. Not only did it include detailed steps, but it also included remedial measures in case the expectations were not met. Even every node was discussed and there were several backup plans.

Although it is not as complicated as a large-scale combat plan, their enemy is only a squadron, which is completely sufficient.

After the discussion, everyone split up and acted accordingly, determined to wipe out the enemy and rescue the captured friendly forces.

The Japanese had no idea that they had been targeted by a group of killers and were about to face a disaster.

These damn Japanese soldiers were still using whips and gun butts to whip those prisoners who walked slowly or were sick. Some of them who really couldn't walk were even dragged out of the team and stabbed with bayonets by the brutal Japanese soldiers.

When everyone saw this, they all stopped walking and sat on the ground. They wanted to make a final resistance with death.

The main reason was that when they set out this morning, each of them only ate half a sweet potato, and after walking for half a day, they had exhausted all their energy.

If they don't take a rest and force their way on, they will all die on the road. Since they are going to die anyway, they might as well sit down and fight.

When the Japanese squadron leader Nishimura saw this scene, he had no choice but to let the troops stop and rest for half an hour and give each prisoner of war present some water.

It's not that he had a change of heart, but because their mission forced them to do so. Maybe killing a few Chinese soldiers would not have a big impact, but if a large number of prisoners of war died, he would be in trouble.

You know, escorting the prisoners of war to the Nanji stronghold ahead was an order issued by their First Army Command, and it seemed to be used for special training.

Just over 500 people were escorted there two months ago, and now the number is even more exaggerated, reaching over a thousand. This also made Captain Nishimura very confused. Why would a small stronghold require so many people to do hard labor?

The highest-ranking officer in this group of prisoners of war was a battalion commander named Xu Hui, who belonged to the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. He was injured and captured during the Battle of Xinkou, and the same was true for most of the others.

Some spineless people, unable to bear the enemy's inhuman treatment, chose to join the Japanese and become puppet soldiers.

As for those who were left, they would rather die than betray their ancestors. At the same time, they encouraged each other not to give up their lives easily or to do stupid things. As long as they were alive, they had a chance to escape.

At this moment, three gunshots were suddenly heard from a distance, and three bullets flew towards the Japanese.

However, it seemed that the opponent's shooting skills were not very good. One bullet hit a Japanese soldier's arm and one hit his shoulder, but they were both minor injuries. One bullet even hit the ground directly, which was quite a distance from the target.

Then, three more bullets were fired. This time, the Japanese soldiers hid themselves directly and no one was injured.

"withdraw!"

Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Wang Xikui quickly led two team members to run back.

They had a really hard time acting just now. The three sharpshooters had a hard time suppressing the urge to shoot the Japanese soldier in the head.

Within a range of one hundred meters, they achieved the worst results of their lives.

However, this also gave Captain Nishimura an illusion that those who attacked them should be just a few guerrillas, otherwise their shooting skills would not be so poor.

So he quickly sent a combat team of thirteen people, under the command of a sergeant, to pursue the guerrillas who attacked them.

And when he came to the place where Wang Xikui had just been lying, he found six bullet shells in the bushes and immediately laughed:

"Hanyang rifles are made by a few second-rate guerrillas."

"I'm free anyway, and I can also make a small contribution. The military strength is 13:3, so the advantage is in my hands."

Seeing that it was still early, Nishimura asked everyone to rest for another half an hour and wait for those who had gone out hunting to come back before setting off again.

However, perhaps Nishimura does not understand Chinese history. Sometimes the identities of hunter and prey can easily change.

At this time, Captain Xu was gathering with several leaders of other troops to discuss how to deal with the next situation.

However, Captain Xu said with a bit of sadness: "Judging from the gunshots just now, it should be an attack launched by the nearby guerrillas. Two Hanyang rifles and one unknown rifle. I think they didn't have many bullets. They fired two shots and then retreated."

Another company commander also added in time: "That is the Liao 13 rifle, the main rifle equipped by my old unit. I will never forget this sound in my life."

"It's a pity that the owner of this gun is inexperienced. He probably just got it. If it were in my hands, those two bullets would have killed at least two Japanese soldiers within a hundred meters."

Several other people also made various sighing sounds, which attracted the attention of the Japanese soldiers nearby, who immediately raised their rifles and started scolding them.

Captain Xu quickly asked everyone to speak in a low voice, and signaled to people in other places to speak quickly to attract the enemy's attention.

He then deliberately lowered his voice and whispered:

"This road is our only chance to escape. Since there are guerrillas here, we might encounter regular troops."

"This place is next to the base of the 386th Brigade. It's a guerrilla zone. We might run into regular troops of the Eighth Route Army. That would be our chance."

"Everyone will be notified later and act accordingly. Once we encounter a good opportunity, we will fight the Japanese. As many as can escape will be the best. Even if we can't escape, we will take a few enemies with us."

After hearing this, everyone nodded. This was the best opportunity. No one wanted to die inexplicably in an unknown place, so they might as well give it a try.

A combat team sent by Nishimura to pursue the enemy had not gone far when they heard a burst of firing from Type 38 rifles, and then everything fell silent.

After half an hour, there was still no movement, and no one from the pursuing troops came back to report.

Nishimura felt something was wrong, so he asked his men to lead a team to check the situation, and agreed to send someone back to report in fifteen minutes.

The Japanese sent out another force of more than 60 people. The prisoners of war looked worried, both for themselves and for those brave guerrillas.