Anti-Japanese War: Plunder the devils to create a super army

Yamamoto's special forces are indeed the elite troops of the Japanese devils and have undergone professional special warfare training.

Even though Wang Lin's troops launched a surprise attack, they only caused minor damage to them, with only seven or eight people falling.

If we fight head-on, I'm afraid we may not be able to suppress them.

After all, even though the special operations company's combat effectiveness has begun to take shape, its equipment is still inferior to those of these Japanese devils.

Yamamoto Ikki reacted at this moment and immediately ordered his troops to launch a counterattack.

However, the gunfire around was too intense.

His own troops were hiding behind the bunkers and did not dare to come out.

The deputy captain came over from the side, crouching down.

"Captain, they have at least three machine guns suppressing us."

When Yamamoto Ikki heard this, he cursed loudly.

"Bakayaloo, they are holding machine guns, and we are holding submachine guns."

"Fight back! Don't forget you are special forces."

He felt very angry. His special forces were all holding submachine guns. How could he not be able to suppress them?

What's more, those figures are just troops of the Eighth Route Army.

With the broken guns in the hands of the Eighth Route Army, there is absolutely no way they can defeat Yamamoto's special forces.

However, Yamamoto Ikki soon discovered that something was wrong.

These Eighth Route Army soldiers are extremely fierce in combat and their marksmanship is extremely accurate.

Some of the soldiers on their side wanted to step forward to suppress the enemy, but they were instantly shot dead as soon as they showed their heads.

"Baga, how come these Eighth Route Army soldiers are so accurate with their guns?"

Yamamoto Ikki widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He had fought against the Eighth Route Army many times, but he had never seen such accurate marksmanship.

The Eighth Route Army often had to wait until the enemy entered within 50 meters of them before launching an attack, just to ensure that they could hit the enemy.

However, these Eighth Route Army soldiers were completely different. They were high up on the hillside and the distance was not particularly close.

Under such circumstances, even the main forces of the Eighth Route Army would not be able to have such accurate shooting skills.

Wang Lin had a serious look on his face at this moment, holding a machine gun in his hand, and shooting down those enemies who dared to show up one by one.

With his purple shooting skills, the soldiers of Yamamoto's special forces would be accurately shot dead by him as soon as they showed their heads.

Wei Dayong and Wang Xikui beside him were also showing their skills at this moment. They suppressed the opponents with their excellent marksmanship and pinned them firmly behind the cover.

Wang Gensheng was throwing grenades like crazy.

Since the independent regiment became wealthy, the number of grenades allocated to it has increased. From only 5 at the beginning, it now has a box of dozens of grenades, and there are even some grenades that were previously looted from the Japanese.

I saw grenades and hand grenades being thrown out continuously and hitting the enemy's bunkers.

The Japanese were suffering terribly.

These grenades were thrown accurately behind the bunker. Although many of them dodged in time, many soldiers were still injured, and some soldiers were killed directly because they could not dodge in time.

"Baga, how come these Eighth Route Army soldiers are so powerful?"

"Damn it, how could they throw the grenade so far?"

"They even have grenade launchers in their hands!"

"Captain, what should we do now?"

Some of Yamamoto's special forces were already stunned.

They had always performed very well before because they were members of the Yamamoto Special Forces and had undergone professional training. They were extremely strong in both marksmanship and close combat.

But this force was completely different from the enemies they had encountered before.

The other side pinned them down here firmly. Many soldiers raised their heads at this moment, fearing that they would be beaten to death.

What’s even more terrifying is that although this troop doesn’t seem to have many people, they are equipped with grenade launchers and don’t seem to care about bullets at all.

This was not the Eighth Route Army they had encountered before.

Yamamoto Ikki frowned tightly, his expression becoming increasingly ugly. In a short period of time, nearly 20 soldiers on his side had died.

Many soldiers also suffered injuries of varying degrees.

He knew that the current battle situation was extremely unfavorable to them.

These Eighth Route Army soldiers were located on the hillside, commanding a high position from which they could easily suppress them.

Moreover, they are fully equipped with not only machine guns but also grenade launchers. Even if they can continue to deal with them with the help of cover, it is probably difficult to guarantee casualties.

In addition, the combat effectiveness of these Eighth Route Army troops was very strong, which did not give them any chance to turn the tables.

If this continues, their losses will probably be even more serious.

How could the Eighth Route Army have such a powerful force?

Could it be the elite troops of the national army?

Yamamoto Ikki was puzzled. He had never seen such a powerful enemy before.

"Could it be those Eighth Route Army soldiers who attacked our Japanese stronghold earlier?"

Thinking of this possibility, Yamamoto Ikki's face suddenly turned pale with shock.

They came out this time to look for this army, but they didn't expect to actually meet them and be ambushed by them.

No wonder they were able to easily wipe out four Japanese strongholds within a few days.

This army was indeed not simple and was definitely not the ordinary Eighth Route Army they had encountered before.

The combat effectiveness of these enemies is no weaker than that of their special forces team.

He was very unwilling in his heart that he would be defeated by these Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Yamamoto Ikki's expression became increasingly ugly, but he finally stopped hesitating.

He shouted in an extremely cold tone.

"The first combat team will provide cover, while the second and third combat teams will retreat in stages!"

Upon receiving the order, Yamamoto's special forces quickly took action and began to retreat in an orderly manner.

The first combat group moved its position and unexpectedly launched intensive fire coverage on the enemy on the hillside from the side.

However, because they did not dare to show up easily, these attacks did not have any effect on Wang Lin on the hillside.

However, this also puts a certain amount of pressure on them.

By the time Wang Lin wanted to launch a more fierce attack, he found that the enemy had already begun to retreat.

Yamamoto's special forces team had already gone around the side and into the woods, and soon disappeared without a trace, leaving only dozens of corpses on the ground.

However, Wang Lin did not seem depressed at all, and had a bright smile on his face.

This time I made a lot of money.

Although only more than twenty Japanese soldiers were killed, they felt completely different.

It was not until this time that he had time to look at the various entries that popped up in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the yellow entry for special training.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the intermediate-level gunmanship yellow entry.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the yellow entry for the intermediate physique.]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining...]

Densely packed entries were displayed, with dozens of yellow entries in total.

These are all precious entries, and only the Yamamoto Special Forces can produce them.

Although those ordinary Japanese soldiers also had some yellow items on them, the number was too small to be compared with the battle of Yamamoto's special forces.

For Wang Lin, killing these twenty or so members of Yamamoto's special forces was no less than killing hundreds of ordinary Japanese devils.