Bang! Bang! Bang!
Da da da da…
The battle continued.
The Japanese in the Green Mountain captive camp were no match for the new regiment of soldiers, and the death toll kept increasing.
Seeing that there were not many Japanese left in the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp, Lin Zheng noticed a problem.
It was strange that Lin Zheng hadn't even seen a single Yamamoto Special Agent.
Lin Zheng, who had watched the movie, knew very well that the Green Mountain Prison Camp was the training base of the Yamamoto Secret Service.
The Yamamoto Special Forces used the prisoners of war here for killing training to improve their combat effectiveness and ferocity. It was extremely cruel.
However, the ordinary Japanese soldiers in the Green Mountain Prison of War Camp were almost all dead, and the Yamamoto Special Agent Team had yet to appear. This was very abnormal.
Just as Lin Zheng was deep in thought, Zhang Dabiao suddenly ran over.
"Reporting to regiment commander, the sentries we arranged in the surrounding area have discovered a relatively special group of Japanese troops rushing over here at high speed.”Zhang Dabiao reported anxiously.
"Special?" Lin Zheng's eyes lit up.”
"This Japanese team only has about 40 people, but everyone is fully armed. They use automatic firearms and have steel helmets on their heads.”Zhang Dabiao repeated the information he had obtained to Lin Zheng.
Lin Zheng smiled." It's alright. Take your 1st Battalion and intercept them from the outside. If they dare to get close, use all your firepower."”
"Understood." Zhang Dabiao replied immediately.
Then, Zhang Dabiao quickly mobilized all the soldiers from the 1st Battalion to guard the ruins of the outer city wall and wait for the enemy to arrive.
Lin Zheng heaved a sigh of relief.
The special forces of the Yamamoto Special Agent Team had some combat power, especially when they were hidden in the dark. They were simply poisonous snakes that could kill at any time.
However, since they had shown themselves, Lin Zheng had nothing to worry about.
Facing the enemy head-on, the combat strength of the new group of soldiers was definitely not weaker than this group of special devils.
The M3 submachine gun in the hands of these devils is definitely not a match for the M1 Garand rifle.
The 40 or so special agents of the Yamamoto Special Agent Team were quite lucky.
When the new regiment attacked the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp, they had gone to a nearby mountain to train. After hearing the commotion in the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp from afar, they hurried back without stopping.
Now that they had finally returned to the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp, they were shocked by what they saw.
The city had been breached, and the prisoners of war camp on Green Mountain was full of the Eighth Route Army. Not a single Japanese could be seen.
The captain of the Yamamoto Secret Service Team, Yamamoto Ichiki, usually did not appear here. Every time he led the training, it was the young instructor of the Yamamoto Secret Service Team, Ozawa Jiro.
Seeing the dilapidated state of the Qingshan prisoner-of-war camp, Jiro Ozawa was shocked.
" Everyone, charge! We must protect the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp. We can't let these Tubas succeed.”Ozawa Jiro immediately ordered.
As a special agent, Ozawa Jiro naturally had his own pride.
Although there were only 40 people, Ozawa Jiro was very confident in the combat effectiveness of the special agent team.
Upon hearing Ozawa Jiro's order, more than 40 special forces devils directly charged forward.
The main reason was that the terrain near the Green Mountain prisoner-of-war camp was extremely flat, and they had no other choice.
Zhang Dabiao had been waiting for this bunch of Japanese for a long time.
Seeing that the 40-odd Japanese actually dared to charge at him, Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but curse,"Damn it, these Japanese are really bold."”
"We have all the soldiers from the 1st Battalion. When the Japanese enter our shooting range, we will give it our all.”Zhang Dabiao immediately ordered the soldiers of the 1st Battalion.
Soon, the 40 or so special forces entered the range of the M1 Garand rifle.
"Fight!" Zhang Dabiao ordered decisively.
"Bang bang bang…"
The dense sound of gunfire rang out. The soldiers of the 8th Route Army all pulled their triggers with all their might. Their firing speed was almost as fast as the M3 submachine guns in the hands of the Japanese.
The key was that the M1 Garand rifle had a longer range and greater power.
At this distance, the M3 submachine guns in the hands of the special forces could not even touch the 8th Route Army soldiers of the 1st Battalion. The dense bullets had already covered the special forces.
Jiro Ozawa panicked.
"What kind of equipment is this? How could he maintain such a high firing rate with such a long range? You must be joking!" Ozawa Jiro roared in disbelief.
As soon as Ozawa Jiro finished speaking, three special forces soldiers had already died under the guns of the soldiers of the new regiment's first battalion.
No matter how special these Japanese were, they couldn't compete with the number of people and equipment of the new regiment and battalion.
By the time the Japanese soldiers had reached a distance where they could counterattack, more than ten of them had already fallen in a pool of blood.
Jiro Ozawa looked at the nearly 300 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in the distance, and his face turned green.
What was there to fight?
"Retreat!"
Ozawa Jiro immediately ordered.
In the end, this group of special devils didn't even fire a shot before they turned around and ran away…
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。