The Flames of Resistance Against Japan in Jiangnan

When he saw that everyone on the city wall was now focused on the area outside the city, his seven soldiers had already arrived at the two heavy machine gun positions. Xu Wenqing then whispered a command:

"Hands on"

The special operations platoon soldiers swiftly pounced on the still-sleeping soldiers, covered their mouths, and, following Xu Wenqing's orders, used a tactic of slitting their throats with short knives to prevent them from crying out for help. After slitting their throats, the Jiangxi soldiers in each heavy machine gun position stabbed them in the heart.

One slit to the throat, one stab to the heart, finish the job within a minute, and return to the unit immediately. This was the combat mission Xu Wenqing instructed these soldiers to complete before they set off.

So much so that upon hearing Xu Wenqing's battle order, these soldiers quickly charged one-on-one at the defenders of the heavy machine gun position. Following Xu Wenqing's orders, each soldier slit their throat to silence them, and then, with their mouths covered, stabbed them several times in the heart without hesitation.

After seeing that some people had finished fighting, the remaining soldiers quickly returned to the patrol team, not even having time to wipe the blood off their hands and faces, and walked towards the city wall ahead as if nothing had happened.

The next problem to solve is those few unfortunate White Army soldiers on the city wall who can't sleep and are still wandering around in a daze.

Xu Wenqing had made all the necessary preparations for how to eliminate these people quietly when he set off with his disguised patrol team.

So when they reached the foot of the city wall, one of the soldiers shouted in a rather loud voice:

"Squad leader, any more cigarettes? There's not a soul in this city, what's the point of patrolling?"

Xu Wenqing quickly replied:

"Smoking, smoking, all you ever think about is the cigarettes in my pocket. Why don't you bunch of bastards ever take out your own money to buy cigarettes for your old man?"

The soldier who had just spoken replied, seemingly laughing loudly:

"Squad leader, you're lying again! We all saw the cigarettes in your pocket, right there in your pants pocket. We all know the company commander gave you a pack of cigarettes today, you can't keep them all to yourself. How about we brothers have a taste too?"

The soldier's laughter pierced the silent night air, drawing the attention of the defenders on the city wall. They couldn't resist craning their necks to look down. Below, they saw what appeared to be a group of soldiers asking their squad leader for cigarettes.

There weren't many soldiers like them who could afford imported cigarettes. Most could only afford dry tobacco. Plus, they heard it was a good pack of cigarettes, given by the company commander of the patrol unit, so they were undoubtedly eager to get some.

Just as they were wondering whether the squad leader would actually give his men cigarettes, they heard him clutching his pants pocket and cursing:

"Are you bastards even my soldiers? You're just a bunch of bandits, all you do is steal my cigarettes. Forget it, stop stealing! If you keep ripping my pants off, you think I'll ever be able to walk on my own again?"

"Fine, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll treat you guys to this pack of cigarettes. Alright? Hey upstairs, you've worked hard, why don't you come down and have a smoke with me? Our company commander gave me a pack of cigarettes today, something like Hademen. I heard it was a platoon leader from the search party. It's rare for everyone to be on night duty so late, let's all come down and have a smoke. Anyway, once we've smoked, these bastards will quiet down."

Hearing the patrol squad leader's invitation from downstairs, and finding the outside world peaceful, he figured nothing could happen in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette. Looking at his soldiers, who seemed eager to go down for a couple of puffs, he noticed the squad leader, himself a heavy smoker, knew that Hademen cigarettes weren't cheap, and poor soldiers like them couldn't really afford them.

Thinking of all this, the class monitor waved his hand and said:

"Alright, all of you go down and have a smoke, but hurry up and smoke. If there's a leak at the city gate, I'll skin you alive."

Seeing that the stern squad leader had agreed, the group of soldiers patrolling the city wall naturally rushed down to the foot of the wall. They bowed and thanked the seemingly young squad leader as they accepted cigarettes. Little did they know that in accepting the cigarettes, they were also welcoming death.

From hunting down patrols to wiping out the defenders of the heavy machine gun positions, and finally to using a theatrical farce to trick the patrolling soldiers on the city wall into coming down.

To the special agent platoon soldiers, Xu Wenqing's series of actions seemed like a divine intervention in the night raids, as if it were child's play.

Seeing Xu Wenqing and the squad leader, arms around each other, puffing away on cigarettes, the soldiers who had seemed to be vying for a smoke from Xu Wenqing just moments before now casually but intentionally surrounded several sentries coming down from the city wall. Short knives hidden in their sleeves began to slowly slide into their hands.

After the class monitor finished his cigarette, looking quite relaxed, he patted Xu Wenqing on the shoulder and said:

"Thanks, brother. I'll take you to the city wall to keep watch. After I get off work tomorrow, I'll come find you for a get-together."

Xu Wenqing suddenly revealed a strange smile and said:

"No need, we don't need to get together tomorrow, and you don't need to work another night. You should go and get some rest."

As the squad leader wondered how someone could be off duty to rest at such a young age, he turned around and saw his men, who had been smoking just moments before, being mercilessly stabbed to death by soldiers in identical uniforms. Looking at his men lying in pools of blood, their faces filled with shock, the squad leader's voice trembled as he said:

Who exactly are you people?

Xu Wenqing sneered:

"At this point, you still don't know who we are. It's a miracle you're still alive."

Before the squad leader could reply, Xu Wenqing casually brushed past him, past the special operations platoon soldiers who had already finished their battle. He then saw the squad leader, clutching his throat, slowly collapse to the ground.

After twitching for a few seconds, his hands, which had been covering the bleeding wound on his neck, quickly relaxed completely. The commander's killing skills were truly beyond their reach.

Following He Zhengdao's order, the guard platoon of the accompanying special operations company went up to the city wall to stand guard, preventing any White Army troops from breaking in while they attacked military targets inside the city. He then summoned the thirty-odd special operations platoon soldiers who had been watching them make their move, and slowly opened the tightly closed city gate.

After a soldier held a torch and circled the city gate three times in a prominent position,