Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, another month had passed.
Just as Regiment Commander Li was continuing his career as the director of the clothing factory.
Yamamoto Ichiki, a Japanese special forces officer who had just returned from studying in Germany, held the commanding sword bestowed by the Emperor and opened the map. On the map marked in Japanese, a red arc started from his location and meandered all the way to Great Summer Bay.
After confirming that the location was correct, he put away the map and waved his hand." Target, Great Summer Bay. Let's go!"
No one responded. Behind him, dozens of special forces teams got off the truck and disappeared into the forest along a small path.
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"Guild Leader, you're back!"
At the 386th Brigade's base, as soon as Kong Jie dismounted, a soldier jumped out from the bushes and saluted.
This was a hidden sentry arranged by the Independent Regiment.
The interweaving of light and dark sentry posts was the most basic military alert system during wartime. Anyone could do it, but if they wanted to play it well, they needed some ability. The arrangement and selection of light and dark sentry posts depended on the commander's ability.
"Don't hide in the grass. It's too conspicuous here."
Kong Jie glanced at the bushes where the hidden sentry was hiding.
At the entrance of the village's main road, there was only a lone patch of grass between a few broken mud walls. The snow on the grass had been shaken off, so anyone could tell that there was a hidden sentry here.
A hidden sentry that was discovered was still called a hidden sentry?
"Dig a hidden foxhole and hide behind a mud wall. It's better than staying in the grass."
After instructing the hidden sentry, Kong Jie handed the horse to the guard at the side and then continued to move forward with a mule carrying four ammunition boxes.
"Didn't Guild Leader go to the new guild as a guest? The new regiment commander is our regiment commander's old comrade. Why did he bring back a mule and an ammunition box? And this ammunition box is even better looking than the Japanese."
After Kong Jie left, the guards also walked over from the village entrance. A few soldiers started discussing among themselves.
He had gone to celebrate the new regiment commander next door, but he had gone empty-handed. In the end, he had returned with something. This situation was not right. Moreover, the things he brought back looked quite high-end. The box looked like an ammunition box, but it seemed to have been painted.
"How is this going to celebrate? This is going to take advantage of the autumn wind, right?"
In the end, the soldiers came to a unified conclusion.
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10 PM.
" Climbing rope…"
Behind the Independent Regiment, Sakai Nakazuichi, the leader of the Yamamoto Special Agent Team's First Combat Team, narrowed his eyes and looked at a cliff that was more than 20 meters high in front of him. Then, he waved his hand.
Behind him, three Japanese walked up from the darkness and threw up a rock climbing rope with a grappling hook.
Clang…
With a dull sound, the grappling hook firmly grabbed the rock above. The three Japanese pulled the rope. After confirming that it was stable, they grabbed the rope tightly and stepped on the cliff wall to start climbing.
Yamamoto's special agents were indeed worthy of the name of special elites.
During the rock climbing, his movements were silent.
Nearly 40 Japanese soldiers climbed up the 20-meter-tall rock wall in just three minutes.
"In front of us is the defense zone of a regiment of the Eighth Route Army. We are currently behind their position and quickly pass through."
Sakai Chuichi shouted as the combat team gathered on the rock wall.
" Let's go " waved his hand, and Sakai Nakaichi led the way.
A group of Japanese soldiers hid in the shadows behind the Independent Regiment's defensive position and advanced in a direction parallel to the position.
Because the rear of the camp was a cliff that was more than ten meters high, the Independent Regiment never thought that the enemy would attack from this direction, so they were not on guard. The special forces of the Japanese drove straight into the core of the camp...
At this time, the wind was howling and the ground was covered in silver. This weather made the Eighth Route Army in charge of vigilance miserable. The patrolling soldiers were frozen and their faces were purple. However, the snowy weather also made it more difficult to hide. In addition, the Yamamoto Special Agent Team was not prepared in advance. They did not wear snow suits. Their gray special military uniforms were obvious in the snow.
At the back of the camp of the Independent Regiment's 1st Battalion, a patrolling soldier breathed out a breath of warm air to warm his frozen hands. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and vaguely, he heard a commotion in the howling wind and snow.
What is it?
The patrolling soldier frowned, raised his gun, and walked forward. He stood behind a wall and looked over. He found dozens of figures walking along the edge of the cliff more than ten meters away. Relying on the snowy field of vision, he saw that these people seemed to be carrying guns in their hands…
A spear!
It was an enemy…The patrolling warrior suddenly widened his eyes, raised the old barrel in his hand, and fired a shot into the distance.
Bang! Gunshots rang out, followed by his furious roar,""Who is it?"
In the snow and ice, his hands and feet were stiff. His shot missed, and the bullet flew somewhere. However, the Japanese special agent team wearing special warm leather clothes reacted very quickly. The leader of the Japanese turned around and fired a three-point shot. The patrol soldier was shot in the chest and fell to the ground...
This shot was like shooting through a hornet's nest. At this time, the Independent Regiment had yet to rest and sleep. The 1st Battalion reacted very quickly. After maintaining a platoon for more than ten seconds, they rushed up with their guns. The other soldiers also quickly rushed into the camp to carry their guns. At the same time, the few machine guns at the front line also turned around and swept a bullet screen at the Japanese special agent team.
"Free Shot!"
Sakai Chuichi ignored the Independent Regiment's sparse machine gun fire. He glanced around coldly and cut down with both hands. He gestured to the left and right to coordinate with the order.
" Team One, left side. Team Two, right side. Team Three, the house in the middle."
Sakai Chuichi was worthy of being the team leader of the special agent team. In an instant, he decided on a strategy based on the terrain.
With the sturdy brick wall in the center as the support point, the two occupying forces formed a crossfire. Combined with the automatic firearms of the special agent team, it was almost impossible to take down without heavy firepower.
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