Rise from the sword

Chapter 31: The Story of Eighty Fat Virtues Making a Big Tumor Part [-]
"Captain, you're back"

The 386th Brigade Independent Regiment was stationed, Kong Jie just dismounted, a soldier jumped out of the grass and gave a military salute.

This is the secret post arranged by the independent regiment.

The interweaving alert of light and dark sentries is the most basic military wartime alert system. Anyone can do it, but if you want to play well, you need a little skill. Regarding the arrangement and selection of light and dark sentries, it depends on the commander's ability.

"Don't hide in the grass, it's too conspicuous here"

Kong Jie glanced at the hidden grass.

A regiment's station, at the entrance of the main road of the village, and among several dilapidated earth walls, there is only this pile of solitary grass, and the snow on the grass has been shaken off. Anyone can know that there is a hidden whistle here.

The dark whistle that was discovered is also called the dark whistle?

"Dig a concealed foxhole, hide behind a dirt wall, it's better than staying in the grass"

After guiding the dark whistle for a while, Kong Jie handed the horse to the guard on the side, and then moved on with a mule behind him that was carrying four ammunition boxes.

"Didn't the regiment commander go to the new regiment as a guest? The new regiment leader of the new regiment is an old comrade of our regiment commander. Why did he still lead a mule and bring back four ammunition boxes? And this ammunition box is even more than the devil's. nice"

After Kong Jie left, Mingshao also walked over from the village entrance, and several soldiers discussed with each other.

I went to celebrate the appointment of the new head next door, and I went empty-handed, but when I came back, I still brought something. This is not right.Also, what I brought back looked very high-end.The box looked like an ammo box, but it looked like it was painted.

"Where is this to celebrate, this is to fight the autumn wind?"

In the end, the warriors came to a unified conclusion.

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Nine o'clock at night.

"Climbing rope..."

Behind the independent regiment's station, Junji Koizumi, the leader of the first combat team of Yamamoto's secret service team, squinted his eyes, looked at the cliff that was more than [-] meters high, and then waved his hand.

Behind him, the three devils came up out of the dark, and threw the climbing rope with the grappling hook up sharply.

Clang

In the dull voice, the grappling hook firmly grasped the rock above, and the three devils pulled the rope. After confirming that it was stable, they grabbed the rope with their hands, put their feet on the cliff, and began to climb upwards.

Yamamoto's special team is indeed worthy of the name of the special elite.

During the climb, the movements are silent.

Nearly forty ghosts climbed up this 3-meter-high rock wall in just three minutes.

"In front is the defense area of ​​a regiment of the Eighth Route Army. We are behind their positions at this time, and we pass quickly through covertly."

The battle group gathered in a hidden way on the rock wall, Junji Koizumi said sharply.

With a wave of "Go", Junji Koizumi took the lead.

A group of devils hid in the shadows, behind the independent regiment's defensive position, advancing in a direction parallel to the position.

Because the rear of the position is a cliff more than ten meters high, the independent regiment never thought that there would be an enemy attacking from this direction, so they neglected their vigilance.
At this time, the goose feathers were still snowing, the wind was whistling, and the ground was covered in silver. This weather made the Eighth Route Army in charge of vigilance miserable. The soldiers on patrol were frozen blue and purple, but the snowy sky and the white land also made covert operations more and more difficult. Difficulties, coupled with the lack of preparation of the Yamamoto special team in advance, did not wear a snow suit, and a gray special military uniform was obvious in the snow.

Behind the camp of the [-]st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, a soldier in charge of patrol let out a breath of heat to warm his frozen hands. Suddenly, a dark shadow seemed to flash in front of him, and vaguely, in the whistling sound of the wind and snow, he heard a burst of light. Noisy.

what···

The patrolling soldier frowned, picked up his gun and walked forward, standing behind a wall, and looking over his head, he found that dozens of figures were walking along the edge of the cliff, leaning against the snow. In the field of vision, he saw that these people seemed to have guns in their hands...

gun!
It's the enemy... The patrolling soldier suddenly opened his eyes, raised the old sleeve in his hand and shot in the distance.

Bang... The gunshots sounded, and there was a roar of his: "Who?"

It was icy and snowy, and his hands and feet were stiff. He missed this shot and the bullets flew to nowhere. However, the devil's special team wearing special warm leather jackets responded very quickly. The leading devil's backhand was a three-point shot, and the patrol soldier was shot in the chest. directly to the ground...
This gun is like a hornet's nest. At this time, the independent regiment has not rested and slept. The response of the first battalion was extremely fast. After ten seconds of holding a platoon, the soldiers rushed up with their guns, and the other soldiers rushed into the camp quickly. Picking up the gun, at the same time, several machine guns in the forward position also turned their heads and swept out a barrage according to the Devil's special team.

"Freedom to Kill"

Junji Koizumi ignored the sparse machine gun firepower of the independent regiment. He glanced around with cold eyes, and cut off his hands in a knife posture. One left and one right gesture matched the order:

"The left side of the first team, the right side of the second team, the house in the middle of the third team"

Junji Koizumi is worthy of being the leader of the special team, and he decided the tactics according to the terrain in an instant.

With the central solid brick house as the support point, occupy two groups of oblique fire cross fire.With the full automatic firearms of the special team, it is almost impossible to attack without heavy firepower.

While speaking, the Devil's Secret Service team has already launched an attack smoothly...

Under the night, these old devils who have been trained in melee combat, encounter combat, and night combat are like a fish in water. At a combat distance of 30 meters, the automatic firearms in their hands are completely flawless.

In the sound of gunshots, the first wave of guards rushed up and wiped out the entire army within a few minutes. The Devil's special team successfully occupied the only three-story brick house in the center. The three devils organized the commanding heights in the corner of the roof. The firepower was suppressed, and the devils on both wings began to move forward...

"The enemy's firepower is weak, there is no heavy firepower, and the power of the grenade is also poor. One or two groups advance along the house, and three groups establish positions..."

Junji Koizumi looked at the one that was seized from the border area, weighed it a few times, then broke the wooden handle and opened the inside. The inferior yellow explosives convinced him that no amount of such grenades would be able to destroy the house they occupied. create a threat.

With this house, it is equivalent to a solid bunker, and he is invincible...
"Ohara-kun, go and inform Mr. Yamamoto of the situation here, and tell him that in just one hour, I can completely defeat this regiment." Inside the sturdy masonry house, the arrogant Junji Koizumi held a submachine gun and fired at the side of him. The communications soldier said.

go
At this time, in the face of the fierce firepower of the Guizi, the first battalion that had just figured out the situation did not hesitate to launch a second wave of attacks, and two platoons of troops charged towards the Guizi's position.At the same time, the limited number of machine guns of the first battalion were suppressed by fire.

"It's quite courageous"

Junji Koizumi killed a machine gunner with a one-point shot, sneering at the corner of his mouth.

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regiment.

Kong Jie was leisurely looking at the good things he got today.

Eighty German-made tumors.

"Where did Li Yunlong get these good things?"

Feeling the heavy and exquisite grenade in his hand, Kong Jie was amazed.

This German-made big tumor is heavier, bigger, with more charge and stronger power. It looks like a work of art. There are even prefabricated fragments on the grenade shell, which will definitely fly out when it explodes.

In contrast, the border building at home looks like a lump of dirt, and the explosion may only have two halves.

"Hey, if we can make this kind of thing ourselves, what are we afraid of what the hell the devil will do?"

Putting the grenade in his hand, Kong Jie cursed.

Why is the Eighth Route Army being chased away by the devils, always surrounded, always trying to break through, isn't it because the weapons are not as good as others?In the final analysis, the industry is not as good as others.

The devil is a bunker, which can only be filled by assaulters with grenades.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot in the distance, and just when he thought whose gun went off, there were successive bursts of gunshots, and it was a type of gunshot he had never heard before.

there are enemies...

Moreover, it is the rear of the position...
How did the enemy get in?
Thinking of this, Kong Jie's complexion suddenly changed greatly, he lifted the shell gun in his hand and rushed to the rear position.

(End of this chapter)