Yuan Pengfei climbed on the hillside and kept looking over. These Japanese devils were not simple. The ones who were leading were two sideboard motorcycles, each carrying a heavy machine gun to shoot towards the hillsides on both sides, conducting fire reconnaissance.

A row of bullets swept over, scaring everyone to avoid it. The bullets hit the yellow earth and splashed a burst of smoke and dust. Most people just felt the thrilling feeling of bullets passing through their scalp again.

Wang Erdan, who was in the third row, climbed a little forward. A bullet passed through the thin layer of soil and opened his eyes on his shoulder. The blood dyed his clothes red in the blink of an eye.

While holding the wound, Wang Erdan gritted his teeth and refused to make a sound. He knew that if he made a little sound to the enemy, the hundreds of people in the first battalion would be implicated by him.

This is the same situation as the heroic martyrs who fought against the United States and aided Korea. Although the situation may be slightly different, their spirit of sacrifice in order not to expose their goals and affect the overall combat deployment.

Fortunately, the group of Japanese soldiers came and went quickly, and they ran away in a short while. The health officer hurriedly ran up and bandaged Wang Erdan's wound with gauze. At this time, his face was distorted due to pain, and his body was sweating as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Thinking that the battle would not start for a while, Yuan Pengfei asked the health officer to take him to the rear and settle down first, so he should not suffer this crime in lying here.

………

The Japanese didn't know that there was such a group of Eighth Route Army, who were ambushing on this important road like the most experienced hunters.

However, the Eighth Route Army knew very well that the Japanese had an ace force that was good at mountain special operations and was looking for an opportunity to give them a fatal blow, but they didn't know when they would appear.

Yamamoto Xiaolu was born in a fishing village family in Toyama Prefecture. The poverty-strickenness of his family is enough to show the situation. The brother he had never met was diagnosed with was just born and died. He was the only son of the family. But even so, he had never had a few full meals since he was a child because he was too poor.

Japan's national strength is poor and resources is scarce. It has mobilized the whole country to develop industry. In just a few decades, it has caught up with the great powers, in addition to sucking blood from the sick giants, it is also to exploit the poor people in the country.

Fortunately, the Emperor is not a dizzy person, and it allows the vast majority of poor people to maintain their lives. The country naturally has to sing and dance to peace, and there is no problem.

After working hard for more than ten years, Yamamoto Koha finally became a man. Because of Japan's popular compulsory education, he had a middle school degree and did not want his son to inherit his father's business and drift on the sea.

He wanted to take the military and police examinations and become a policeman who ate imperial food, so that he could also give his fiancée, Suzuki Yukina, a better living environment.

It just went against my expectations.

Since the beginning of the invasion war, the Japanese army has won one victory after another, occupied a vast territory and plundered countless supplies. These supplies were transported back to Japan, from emperors, nobles, capitalists, and ordinary civilians to benefit from it.

However, this vast territory also requires a large number of soldiers to garrison, and 17 standing divisions are far from enough. So a large number of recruits are carried out in China. After training, good candidates who are being tested for police were also selected.

Farewell to his family who inspired him and his fiancée who was staring in love. He followed the troops to China, a country with countless times wider territory than Japan.

When he first arrived at the army, he was just a worthless private. With his accumulated qualifications and the continuous expansion of the Japanese army, he gradually moved from the senior corps to the position of Chief Cao (squad deputy, deputy platoon leader), and became a sergeant.

Later, because of his fellow countrymen, he was brought to the Yamato Soul Commando by Colonel Yamamoto Ichiki who came to select soldiers.

The hometown accent is friendly and both from my hometown, Yamamoto Ichiki also takes special care of him. During this operation, he sat on Yamamoto Ichiki's co-pilot, carrying a portable radio station on his back to be responsible for communication.

The bumpy dirt road made people drowsy, and there were noisy sounds in their headphones, and some guys were bored.

Yamamoto Kazuki cursed: "Bastard, these fools will never understand what radio silence is."

Xiaolu: "Sir, do you need to scold them?"

Yamamoto Kazuki shook his head and said, "Forget it, maybe this is more realistic. I can be sure that all the eyes of the Eighth Route Army are staring at the Fourth and Ninth Brigades. They know nothing about our actions."

Xiaolu said curiously: "Sir, where are we going?"

The purpose of this operation is particularly confidential. Perhaps only Yamamoto Kazuki knew about the entire commando, and the others were still kept in the dark.

The voice of the little fellow aroused Yamamoto Ichiki's interest, and he suddenly had the idea of ​​the little fellow accusing him on demand.

He said: "Your question reminds me of my German teacher. Once he asked me. The mouse was holding a fire in his mouth and drilled into the ammunition depot. What should you do? "

Yamamoto’s thoughts have already flown to his hometown far away. It has been three years since he left his hometown. Are their parents okay? Maybe there is no need to worry about having enough food!

How is his fiancee Suzuki Yukina? Three years have passed and she has become a big girl and is already at the age of getting married. I don’t know when this damn war will end, so he can use the money he saved over the years to marry his beloved woman.

Seeing that Xiaolu did not answer, Yamamoto Kazuki shouted seriously: "Hey, I'm asking you, you want to answer me."

The deer then came to her senses and murmured: "The mouse was holding the fire in her mouth and got into the ammunition depot. It's very interesting, sir!"

Yamamoto Ichiki: "The correct answer is to ask the cat to chase after it with water in it."

The deer will only repeat: "It's very interesting to ask the cat to chase after it with water, sir."

He didn't think of the deep meaning here at all. Yamamoto Ichiki was guiding him and comparing him.

Yamamoto Ichiki is an extremely arrogant guy and a very wise guy. The mouse ran to the ammunition depot with a fire in his mouth, and the cat chased after him with water in his mouth.

He compared China to an ammunition depot, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army to a mouse with gunpowder, and regarded himself as a cat that could destroy the mouse. As long as the enemy's brain is eliminated, victory is in control.

But Yamamoto Koha disappointed him and didn't understand what he meant at all. No one understood his pride, but he believed that this action would create history and add a strong mark to the glorious history of the Japanese army.

Let his former vulgar colleagues see that Yamamoto Ichiki is the best soldier, and special operations are also the last straw that determines the balance between victory and loss.

In a good mood, he drove a car while reminding him: "I think the battle tomorrow will be extremely cruel and fierce.

Sergeant Xiaolu, don’t be timid no matter what happens. You can do no matter how timid you are now, but not tomorrow.

If you are timid, you can't judge what you can judge, and you can't move your body.

When you shouldn't move, you will move. Then, the possibility of death is high, you are the only son."

Xiaolu nodded and said, "Yes, sir, will not disappoint you."

But he still has his parents to support him, and his fiancée from his hometown is still waiting for him!

In the evening, several trucks were parked in a wilderness. Next, they had to walk over the mountains and cross the forest, bypass the place where the Eighth Route Army might be stationed, appear in front of the head of the Eighth Route Army headquarters, and capture them in one fell swoop.

The commando teams lined up in two rows. In the last quiet time before the war, Yamamoto Kazuki would speak for them and announce the order for this trip.

"From now on, you are no longer anyone's father, no one's son, no one's friend, and you are not ordinary soldiers who fight against the Japanese Imperial Army, but members of Yamamoto's special forces.

In your hands, the history of our First Army will be rewritten.

The goal is to eliminate the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army and eliminate the highest commander of the Eighth Route Army in North China. You must go at all costs!”

Without any cheers and inspiration, all the commandos remained silent, quietly following the team, climbing up the hillside, walking on the ridge, crossing the river, and passing through the jungle.

That night, in a jungle, while the scout had not returned, Yamamoto Kazuki took out his compass, illuminated it with a flashlight, and identified the direction.

After a long time, he waved and asked Yamamoto Xiaolu who was carrying the radio station, "Is the direction right?"

Yamamoto Xiaolu: "Sir, the high-power radio station at the Eighth Route Headquarters has been sending reports. The signal is getting stronger and stronger and can arrive before dawn."

In terms of telecommunications, Yamamoto Kou is extremely confident. The Eighth Route Army would never have expected that they had developed more advanced detection equipment.

No matter how much the Eighth Route Army hides, the radio station's signal is as eye-catching as the moonlight in the dark, and it is only a matter of time to find their specific location.

After confirming that the direction was correct, Yamamoto Kazuki was extremely happy. After finding the right position, he won half of the action. The other half was to show the results and slapped those who looked down on him in the face.

He said, "That's right. Ask where the battlefield observation group has been, and you must not let them get too close!"

Yamamoto Ichiki was not very friendly to this observation group. He felt that this was a group of domineering laymen, and asked them to observe the biggest failure of this trip.

Not only do they not help, they will also add unnecessary risks to this action. It is best to let them stay at the headquarters and listen to the news.

Yamamoto Ichiki would naturally give them insight with the enemy leader's head.

The reconnaissance soldiers have returned and sent a safe signal.

Yamamoto Iki waved his hand and led the team to set off.
Chapter completed!