It was six o'clock in the morning. It was still dark in November.
Su Ye led the soldiers of the Second Platoon to the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp.
In a ditch 500 meters away from the camp.
The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army quietly peeked their heads out and locked their eyes on the prisoner of war camp ahead.
"Platoon leader!"
"I've seen it clearly. The Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp is just ahead.”
Wang Xikui ran over and reported.
"What's the specific situation?" Su Ye continued to ask.
"Just as Wei Da Yong said, the defense of the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp is very strong, and there are a few Japanese soldiers guarding the perimeter.”
"There are four turrets, each with a machine gun. There are some strangely dressed devils coming in and out of the prison camp.”
Su Ye nodded.
"It's the f * cking Yamamoto Special Agent Team!”
In the original novel, the Yamamoto Special Forces used an M24 submachine gun, wore a steel helmet, and wore an earth-colored combat uniform. It was easy to recognize them.
"Platoon leader."
" The Japanese have a lot of people. I think there's a squadron of them. The heavy machine guns on the four turrets are very difficult to deal with. It's not easy to control them when they work together. We only brought a platoon of soldiers..."
"You don't think so?" Su Ye glared at Wang Xikui.
"Platoon Leader, that's not what I meant…There's a mountain of blades and a sea of flames ahead, and we zombies won't retreat!”Wang Xikui said firmly.
"Living Dead Squadron, listen up!" Su Ye shouted.
"Here!"
"Pass on my order. The warriors of the Living Dead Special Combat Team will infiltrate the camp in a while. Remember not to let the devils in the Green Mountain Prison Camp discover them.”
"Wang Gensheng!"
"Here!"
"Let me ask you, what is the furthest distance you can throw a frag grenade? I want you to blow up the gate of the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp!”
"Platoon leader, if it's a cantaloupes grenade, it can only be used within 100 meters!”Wang Gensheng said confidently.
Wang Gensheng was the most powerful bombardier in the Living Dead Special Forces. In this battle, Su Ye had high hopes for Wang Gensheng!
"Good!"
"Go forward and infiltrate 100 meters. I'll cover you. My gunshots are the signal." The moment the gunshot rang out, kill all the Japanese on the periphery. Wang Gensheng, throw the grenade at the door!”
"Yes, sir!"
"Platoon leader, what about the devils on the turret?”Monk Wei asked.
"You don't have to worry about the devils on the tower. They are my dead souls.”
As he said that, Su Ye picked up a 38-year-old hood.
At a position of 500 meters, the few live targets on the turret were as easy as a finger for Su Ye, who had an S-rank sniper skill.
"Let's go!"
"Yes, sir!"
The special forces of the Living Dead Squadron moved forward along the ravine and quietly infiltrated it.
The special forces of the Living Dead Special Forces were all wearing green and yellow uniforms, which blended in with the color of the withered grass and was not easy to discover.
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On the other side.
In the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp.
The Japanese didn't know that the Eighth Route Army outside had already set their eyes on them. They were still training as usual.
There were more than 30 Yamamoto Special Forces soldiers standing on the training ground. These members included the third team and some reserve team members.
"Hetian!"
"I'm following Yamamoto Kun's orders to undergo the daily training of the Special Agent Team.”
"Please release the Chinese captives in the prisoner of war camp!”
The person who spoke was Lieutenant San Qian, the captain of the Yamamoto Special Agent Team's reserve team.
"Ha Yi!"
The devil named Hetian nodded. He was the commander of the Qingshan prisoner of war camp. He was responsible for detaining the prisoners in the camp and cooperating with the Yamamoto Special Agent Team's daily training.
"Lord Three Gan, how many captives are we going to release this time?”Hetian asked.
San Qian looked at the Chinese soldiers in the captive cages. Their faces were all sallow. They probably hadn't eaten or drunk properly these past few days. They couldn't even sleep well. How could these soldiers have any combat strength?
"Give me 100."
San Qian's voice carried a hint of contempt.
"Na…Na Ni?"
"100!"
The commander of the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp was shocked. There were only 30 reserve members of the special agent team among the 100 captives.
Hetian thought he had heard wrongly.
"Baka!"
" Yamamoto Kun gave me the task of training every day," Sanka said angrily." Are you going against Yamamoto Kun's wishes?"”
"I…I wouldn't dare!"
Hetian hurriedly bowed and apologized.
Although San Qian's official position was not as high as his, he did not dare to show any neglect in front of San Qian.
Firstly, Sanka was directly under Yamamoto Ichiki, who was a behemoth in the Japanese army. He was Shinozuka Yoshio's trusted general and had an extremely high status.
Secondly, Yamamoto's Special Agent Squad had been training in the Green Mountain Prison Camp. He had seen San Qian's methods with his own eyes. The members of the reserve team were all experts who could fight five people at once.
He would never forget the scene of San Qian leading 20 Yamamoto Special Forces soldiers to fight 50 Chinese captives with their bare hands a few days ago.
Those Chinese captives.
They were all killed in less than three minutes!
This group of people were natural killing machines. They went straight for the vital points and attacked with killing techniques!
Then, he turned around and ordered his subordinates,"Release 100 captives!"”
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"Squeak squeak…"
The iron door of the cell opened, and the captives inside were brought out.
"Chinese captives!"
"The imperial army will give you a chance to live!”
"You can form groups of three and attack an unarmed soldier with a short knife!”
“……”
A Japanese soldier and an interpreter explained the training rules to the captives.
"Damn it, I'm willing to do it!”
"Killing one is enough, killing two is a profit!”
Some of the captives were already filled with killing intent.
If it wasn't for their hands and feet being tied up and knowing that charging forward would be suicide, they would have long gone up to fight with the Japanese.
Now that they had the chance to kill the Japanese, they were naturally happy.
"Wait!"
A man with a buzz cut, a square face, and a full beard said in a hoarse voice.
"Captain, what's wrong?"
He was a company commander of the 357th Regiment of the 27th Division of the Central Army. His name was Meng Meng, and his style was as strong and brave as his name suggested. During the Battle of Yangquan, they were captured by the Japanese and the entire company was taken to the prisoner of war camp.
"Brothers."
"These ghosts have a strong killing intent. I'm afraid they won't be easy to deal with.”
"But I heard that a few days ago, a Central Army soldier escaped from the prison camp.”
Meng Meng's tiger eyes revealed a trace of ruthlessness."A tragic death is a coward's behavior. Only by running out will we have a chance to kill more Japanese!”
"Brothers, this is our last chance.”
"Good!"
After saying that.
Meng Meng swept his gaze across the surroundings.
He carefully observed all the opportunities on the field!
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