Killing in the dark of the moon and setting fire to the sky in the high wind.
Yamamoto Ichiki walked at the front of the team. After raising his fist to signal the team to stop, he raised his wrist and looked at his fluorescent watch.
23:35, 25 minutes left before the attack.
He put down his watch and looked at the cliff he was about to climb under the moonlight.
He had been hoping that the plan to annihilate the Eighth Route Army headquarters would be realized soon.
However, she felt that the silence in front of her made her panic.
Yamamoto Ichiki was the captain of the special forces. He did not like his will to be affected by unknown suspicions. He whispered to the members behind him,"Vanguards, go ahead and scout out the suspicious targets.”
"Hey!"
After hearing Yamamoto's order, the three special forces soldiers walked without making a sound. They raised their MP38 submachine guns and bent their backs. In less than 10 minutes, they had finished scouting the road to the cliff.
The three of them gestured to Yamamoto at the same time, indicating that it was safe ahead and they could pass.
"Masaga…I was overthinking?"
Yamamoto Ichiki shook his head and said to the assault team waiting for orders,""Everyone, take out the climbing rope!"
There was no reply. The 87 members of the Yamato Assault Team took out a bundle of ropes as thick as a thumb from their backpacks.
This was Yamamoto Ichiki, a rope specially prepared for this operation. The grappling hook at the top was specially made.
In a while, the team members would be like ninjas, flying over roofs and climbing walls, climbing up vertical cliffs.
Yamamoto Ichiki saw that his team members were ready and gestured for them to move forward.
Zhou Lin and more than 100 soldiers of the cavalry company were lying in ambush in the grass at the downwind of the cliff.
The rats that were scattered should have been able to pick up the scent of the valley, but since night fell, the rats had not detected anything unusual in the air.
Zhou Lin looked at the moon's height and confirmed that it was already midnight. According to Yamamoto's report to Shinozuka Yoshio, he should be here!
However, the rats in charge of warning did not react at all.
Zhou Lin's blood pressure soared. He kept smacking his lips and thought,"That bastard Yamamoto Ichiki, is he here or not? Damn it, if something happened, it would be bad.”
The horses in the weeds stood quietly, not daring to make a sound. Suddenly, Blackie snorted. The other horses seemed to have been infected and started to move.
Zhou Lin was startled and quickly used the system to comfort Ma Qun, saying: "Brothers, don't move. We're setting up an ambush.”
Blackie did not move around anymore. Instead, it raised its horse neck, flapped its big nostrils, and inhaled the air with all its might.
In Zhou Lin's mind, he suddenly received the olfactory information that Little Black had shared.
Horses had poor eyesight and lived in groups. They naturally relied on their sense of smell to distinguish their horses, so they had a strong ability to identify the smell of their own kind. Furthermore, they would have a few years of memory of the smell of their own kind, so that they could distinguish the differences between the different herds.
The cavalry company's horses had a five-mile radius around Zhao Family Valley as their territory.
Little Black could smell something that didn't belong to the cavalry within a five-mile radius. To the horses, this was a provocation signal that they were invading their territory.
Zhou Lin saw in Little Black's mind that there were more than 80 scents emitting from two kilometers southeast of the cliff. They were slowly approaching the cliff.
Those sources of energy were moving forward in an orderly manner. From the formation, they were Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces!
They used some unknown method to hide the smell of gunpowder on their bodies and broke through the first warning line formed by fourteen rats three kilometers away!
In a few minutes, they would be able to climb up the cliff from the southeast!
Yamamoto Ichiki deliberately eliminated the smell on his body, afraid that the No. 8 Alsatian would discover it.
However, he didn't expect that there would be the smell of the transport team's Japanese horses on the truck.
The special forces came in a car, and their clothes were stained with this smell. Their whereabouts were all exposed under Little Black's big nostrils!
Zhou Lin let out a long breath. He finally detected the movement of the special forces and immediately asked the rats to come back from three kilometers away.
"Brother Hei, Father Hei, Chief Hei, you're good! As expected of a Level 8 sense of smell, it was more useful than a Level 7 mouse! After this battle, I'll bring you to the same room."
"Humph!"
Blackie pretended not to care. It rolled its eyes, but its tail wagged happily, looking very expectant.
Zhou Lin learned of Yamamoto's movements and said to the platoon leader,""Quickly tell the Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan on the cliff that the Japanese Special Forces have arrived. They are likely to climb up the cliff from the southeast direction.”
The platoon leader received the order and rode his warhorse wrapped in a rag. He made a detour to the cliff without making a sound and told the Second Battalion Commander Shen Quan the information.
The soldiers of the 2nd Battalion moved to the southeast corner of the camp. They opened the safety of their guns and the back of their grenades, aiming at the cliff.
Yamamoto Ichiki led the special forces to the bottom of the cliff in the dark. He looked at the time: 55 points.
The Yamato Assault Team was not afraid of the 20-meter-high cliff. They did not need to explore the situation of the cliff in advance. All of them could move up at once.
Yamamoto Ichiki always had a bad feeling. His previous premonitions had saved his life. He looked at the cliff in front of him and did not give the order to attack. Instead, he hesitated on the spot.
"As long as we climb up, we will be very close to the Eighth Route Army headquarters in Lingyang Village. We can take out the high-ranking generals of the Chinese and the Korean armies in one fell swoop and make a world-renowned contribution. Wasn't this the glory of the Empire's soldiers? Then what am I waiting for?"
Just as Yamamoto Ichiki was hesitating, three meters behind him, there was the sound of a tree branch being crushed.
Yamamoto Ichiki's instinct was to fly a dagger in the direction of the sound.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
A rat's tail was cut off by Yamamoto Ichiki's dagger, leaving a trail of blood on the ground as it ran away in a panic.
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