It is Kokang and Changchun

　Chapter 153 Night attack on Yakushima

　Yakushima is remote, sparsely populated, with inconvenient infrastructure and transportation, but lush vegetation and many virgin forests. This natural geographical environment provides great convenience for deep-sea troops to quietly enter the island.

　Due to the complex terrain of the island and the need to maintain secrecy, Shen Hai did not bring any vehicles this time, only infantry was deployed to the battlefield.

　Shenhai specifically chose this day to annihilate the US troops stationed in Japan because according to the schedule of US troops stationed in Japan obtained by the intelligence-based Shenhai, all US military bases happened to have no external personnel and material exchanges today.

　Except for today, in the previous month and the next few days, every base on Yakushima has had external personnel and material exchanges every day.

　It's like a noisy classroom suddenly having a quiet moment.

　Deep Sea will naturally not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

　Deep Sea Commando No. 5950 and her team landed on Yakushima as scheduled, and successfully met with the previously arrived troops in the primitive jungle in the central part of the island.

　5950 retrieved the new information received by the core, his eyes glowing slightly red, which faded after a few seconds, and he thanked his comrades:

　"Thanks to the hard work and dedication of the intelligence and scout sisters, we now have a clear understanding of the situation of the US troops here."

　Deep Sea No. 960, the leader of the Deep Sea team responsible for gathering intelligence on Yakushima, replied:

　"It's okay. This is my duty. I hope your combat unit can clean them up quickly. I also want to go back to Hakone with 970, 980, and 1050 to enjoy the hot springs."

　After a busy month, these intelligence-type deep-sea creatures seemed to want to take a break after completing their mission. Hakone's hot springs not only attract humans, but also deep-sea creatures.

　"Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you," said Deep Sea No. 960. "You don't have to blow up the communication facilities. I'll save some explosives for blowing up the vehicles."

　"Why? How can we turn the US military base into an information island if we don't bomb it?" asked No. 5950.

　No. 960 said, "Thankfully, when we conquered Indonesia, one of our sisters found a new way and tampered with the US military's communications facilities. This allowed us to capture every bit of information sent from that communication facility."

　"You can have control of it, but the facilities still need to be blown up. Your control of the information doesn't prevent it from being sent out." 5950 was a little surprised by this.

　960 replied, "If that were the case, I wouldn't be spouting this nonsense. We also control the sending and receiving of messages. In other words, if we want, we can prevent messages from being sent, and the communication terminal will show everything is normal."

　We've also partially taken control of the temporary military camp's surveillance system. When you're about to sneak in, tell me and I'll move the surveillance cameras away, creating a temporary blind spot for you."

　"Sisters, you're great! That's amazing!" 5950 was amazed that the intelligence-oriented sisters could achieve this level.

　Therefore, the combat deep-sea creatures were secretly delighted, and after making slight modifications to the previously planned plan, they carried out the battle deployment step by step.

　At the back edge of Yakushima, in a temporary US military camp built by the sea, Steve was swinging a sledgehammer at the construction site of the new base.

　The technicians next to him seemed very enthusiastic.

　"Look at this wall your class built. What the hell is this? Is this how 24 walls are built with full corners and full strips? Tear it down and rebuild it!"

　As a last resort, Steve could only use a sledgehammer to break down the wall he had built two hours ago and rebuild it despite being scolded.

　The technicians kept muttering. "To save money, letting soldiers do the construction is a terrible decision. Aside from the engineering corps, who are doing a decent job, the other soldiers are barely even as good as the college graduates..."

　The sledgehammer hit the wall again and again, making a dull sound.

　"Eighty, eighty, eighty..." At this time, his comrade next to him was reading out integers with unknown meaning.

　Steve looked at his comrades and asked, "Alan, what are you counting?"

　"Ah!" Allen reacted and replied, "I was measuring the specifications of this pile of tiles to see if they meet the standards."

　"Uh, why don't you add a unit of length at the end? It always feels weird to hear you shouting "80-80" when I'm smashing the wall..." Steve complained to Allen.

　Then he turned around and knocked down the wall bricks one by one, and then carefully re-laid them according to the standards given by the technicians.

　When he had rebuilt the wall, the sound of the lunch bugle call came from afar, vibrating his eardrums.

　However, he did not rush to the cafeteria like a herd of ducks, but sat aside and waited.

　What was Steve waiting for? He was waiting for the orderly to bring them their meals. Since the construction of the base, these veterans had been working on the construction site every day, eating MREs as their meals.

　Allen complained, "Another MRE. How annoying. Ugh."

　MREs aren't bad, but anyone would get tired of eating them every day. Oh, except for a certain new nuclear-powered aircraft carrier, of course.

　Steve looked at the orderly in the distance pushing a cart loaded with a large number of MREs out of the warehouse, and he couldn't help but put on a mask of pain.

　"Tsk

　...The higher-ups should have the Navy hire Miss Enterprise to work here. With all the MREs here, it must be heaven for her."

　After hearing what Steve said, Allen couldn't help but imagine what would happen if the enterprise came here:

　After the enterprise arrived at the construction site, they took hand tools and did the work of construction machinery. In a few seconds, they finished the work that would take ten or eight engineers a day to complete.

　Then, after finishing a day's work, she faced the huge amount of MREs in the warehouse, her eyes drooling with anticipation...

　"No, no! This ruins the character!" Allen shook his head violently, immediately stopping his imagination. "Why am I thinking about girly and lolita anime? Have I watched too many macho anime? Even the contrast is too unnatural..."

　Steve looked at his comrade and said with feigned sympathy, "Brother, you've gone crazy from eating too many MREs, haven't you? Oh, how pitiful! It's time to get out the hidden supplies."

　Alan wanted to retort Steve's joke, but when he heard that Steve had hidden goods, he stopped immediately and became interested:

　"Oh my god, you're hiding some secret recipe? Good brothers can't eat alone."

　"Hehe, those are the pickles I pickled myself. It should still be in time now. I'll go back to the camp dormitory to get them." Steve said happily, rolling up his sleeves and looking at his watch.

　Then he got up and ran to the camp dormitory.

　A few minutes later, Steve pulled out a glass jar of pickled cucumbers from under his bunk.

　"Pickled cucumber, pickled cucumber... I never thought I'd get to eat you one day."

　Steve looked at the pickles, made a joke, and then left the dormitory tent with the jar in his arms.

　When he was leaving the tent, he suddenly seemed to notice a figure out of the corner of his eye.

　"anyone there?"

　When he turned to look at the place where the figure was, there was no one there.

　"? Strange... Was I mistaken? Maybe it was a soldier like me, returning to the dormitory to get something."

　Steve thought so and didn't take it to heart, then continued running towards the construction site.

　The fleeting figure that Steve had just noticed breathed a sigh of relief in the dark corner.

　"Damn, we almost got discovered... There shouldn't be any soldiers in the dormitory at this hour."

　She adjusted the MK1 helmet on her head and continued to complete her task of secretly placing bombs in every tent of the American soldiers' dormitory.

　Chapter 154 Night attack on Yakushima (2)

　After returning to the construction site, Smith shared the pickles with Allen and asked him to comment.

　"Hmm...how should I put it..." Allen chewed the cucumber slowly and commented, "The cucumber you pickled doesn't taste good enough. It seems like the way they pickled it in France."

　Smith said regretfully, "Oh, what a pity! This is my first time pickling cucumbers, so I'm a little inexperienced."

　"No, no, no, brother. Your pickling is not bad, but I personally like the Russian pickling method with a stronger flavor." Alan didn't want Smith to care, so he explained.

　"Okay, okay..." Smith screwed the lid on the pickle jar and said, "We'll do it when we go out on the weekend... Uh ah."

　Smith originally wanted to go out and buy lots of cucumbers to pickle for Alan during his vacation, but he suddenly remembered that this was not the familiar and developed city of Honshu Island, but Yakushima Island.

　"...Damn it, I just remembered this is a desolate island...The nearest town is more than ten kilometers away from here." Smith cursed inwardly.

　Because of its remoteness, Smith's idea was forced to be shelved.

　"Well, let's get back to work after we finish eating. We probably won't be able to buy cucumbers anymore. We'll see if the kitchen staff happens to have some in the future. It's really unlucky to end up in a place like this..."

　Allen looked at Steve, feeling helpless. "Thankfully, the base is almost finished repairing. These days of MREs won't last much longer."

　"Hmph, I wish this was my last MRE!"

　Steve rolled his eyes and looked at the MRE in front of him, feeling like he was about to vomit something out of his stomach.

　They complained, but they still had to work. How could they ensure their energy supply if they didn't eat? Although they complained, they still endured the discomfort and finished the MRE with pickled cucumbers.

　Late in the evening, after work, Steve and Alan immediately returned to their dorm beds and fell asleep.

　For the two, today's mission wasn't over yet. Their team had to stand guard late at night, which was why they went to sleep as soon as they returned to the dormitory.

　The two of them slept until 11:30 in the evening.

　"Little brats, get up! It's time to take over!" The squad leader got up first, turned on the lights, and woke up every soldier in the dormitory.

　At the urging of the squad leader, Alan and Steve quickly got up, put on their camouflage uniforms, and followed the other team members out of the tent to assemble.

　After the squad leader gave some instructions, he led the team to the warehouse to collect equipment, as before, and then went to the gate to hand over the shift.

　"Another day under the stars and moon..." Steve sighed as he glanced at the starry sky.

　Just as they walked out of the dormitory tent and walked some distance towards the military camp gate, a loud explosion occurred in the entire dormitory.

　"!!!" Everyone present instinctively lay down on the spot. When the explosion sounded, the whole class immediately looked back at the dormitory camp, and saw only the people who had been blown up.

　The ignited flame is burning.

　"Fuck! Enemy attack!" Everyone present was on edge. The bolts of their M4A1 rifles snapped, the safety on.

　The team Steve and Allen were in immediately deployed in an orderly manner and cautiously headed towards the dormitory to find out what was going on.

　The dormitory camp was filled with smoke and a burning smell, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of burnt meat.

　"Are there any brothers still alive? If you are still alive, please make a sound!" Steve asked with a somewhat rapid breath while looking for surviving comrades.

　"Sani Tower... help me..." A German-American soldier weakly stretched out his trembling hand towards Steve's team.

　At the squad leader's signal, Steve ran out of the team and went to check on the injured soldier.

　A wooden board was stuck in his abdomen, and it looked like it was stuck quite deep. If it was pulled out, he would probably bleed to death.

　In this bombed camp, there were many soldiers who were seriously injured like this. Not only that, but even more soldiers were sent to heaven by the explosion while they were sleeping.

　With the squad leader's constant contact, the medical soldier on duty that night rushed over from the hospital to treat the wounded.

　Due to the occurrence of the unknown explosion, the surviving and still combat-capable troops in the army quickly organized themselves through individual radio communication.

　The officers of the base also came out of the officers' dormitories as soon as possible and joined the leadership of the guard team.

　"Hello, sir!" Seeing the base officer team rushing over, some passing soldiers saluted.

　"Everyone, please strengthen your vigilance according to the contingency plan! I have reported this matter to my superiors, and they said they will send troops to check and provide support. I hope everyone will be extremely careful and vigilant!" The base commander and soldiers said to comfort everyone.

　The commander did report the incident to his superiors, but... as mentioned in the previous chapter, their communication facilities were tampered with;

　Under Shenhai's operation, the call was not made to the superior, but was transferred to Shenhai.

　The person in the deep sea used a voice changer to imitate the voice of the superior of the base, pretending to be serious and responding anxiously.

　His acting skills can be traced back to the Oscar-winning actors and actresses of all generations.

　"Hahahahahaha… I'm dying of laughter. These human idiots actually believed it! I really… Hahahaha!"

　After ending the call, Intelligence-Type Deep Sea No. 1050 turned off his voice changer and laughed so hard that he doubled over, closed his eyes, and pounded the ground repeatedly with one hand.

　"What's so funny about this?" No. 970 tilted her head and looked at her colleague. She didn't understand the body language of the sister.

　"Hehe..." 1050 calmed himself down, wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes, and explained:

　"So I suggested to you a long time ago that you install the emotion plug-in, right? Sometimes it can help you better understand human emotions. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory in every battle."

　No. 970 looked puzzled and said calmly, "No, I don't want to. Emotions interfere with absolute rationality, which increases the chances of making mistakes. In my opinion, if rationality is not absolute, it is absolutely irrational..."

　……

　Now in this US military camp, every military personnel has adopted the highest level of alert posture, keeping a close eye on every move around them.

　Some of the surviving vehicle drivers followed orders and drove the M1A2 and LAV-25 infantry fighting vehicles out of the garage to provide assistance, but the vehicles exploded as soon as they left the garage.

　One of the M1A2s was even hit head-on, and the angular European and American-style turret fell off and hit the infantry fighting vehicle behind it.

　He had already been lying in ambush deep in the distant forest vegetation, observing everything in the base with a scout periscope.

　She scoffed as she watched several tanks and armored vehicles being blown up or grounded. Then, she grabbed the trench whistle on her chest and took the mouthpiece of the whistle into her mouth.

　"Beep-beep-beep-" The loud whistle marked the beginning of the deep-sea offensive.

　Suddenly, in what originally looked like a normal dense forest, beautiful figures with white hair and red eyes, in the style of the British army in World War I, emerged without warning like mushrooms after rain.

　Just like the ubiquitous Viet Cong guerrillas during the Vietnam War.

　"Scouts, fire flares to scout the way! Support soldiers, follow behind with machine guns and mortar fire! The rest of you, sisters, follow me and charge! Kill!"

　After raising his arm and giving the order, this deep-sea soldier, holding the SMG08/18 submachine gun in his hand, led a large number of combat deep-sea pioneers to rush towards the US military base not far in front of them at the fastest speed.