Rise from the sword

Chapter 55

At [-]:[-] midnight, Shuangfeng Town was silent, only occasionally a gust of cold wind whistled.

Looking around, in the entire Shuangfeng Town, only the two houses on the left and right of the military station at the end of the street, and the three houses in the center of the street, the Devils Garrison Command, are still lit.

It was the mission objective of this assault company.

"on!"

"Watch out for concealment"

On the edge of the town street, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, and the three groups of players hid in the shadow of the house and touched their respective targets.

Shuangfeng Town is adjacent to Shijiazhuang City in the east and Pingshan City in the west. The Ping-Han Railway passes by for more than 20 miles on the north side. There are devils' railway patrols guarding the railway.

There are heavy troops stationed on all sides, so there are hardly any security measures around the entire town. Only a guard is patrolling on the second floor of the military station living room, and there is a night guard in the duty room in the main warehouse.

As for the headquarters of the garrison brigade, these devils and overseas police officers are not even comparable to the devils of the third-line division. They all went to rest early. Although the lights were on in the duty room, there were no devils on duty.

The assault company came to the position 100 meters in front of the military station without any alarm.

The third group and the fourth group, with a total of 80 people, quietly hid themselves by the street wall 100 meters away from the military station. Monk Wei and his second group had already prepared at the garrison headquarters.

At the entrance of the street, Wang Gensheng led his group of forty mules and horses to wait quietly in the dark.

"Machine gun groups, occupy their respective firing positions, aim at the second and third floors, and fire at my command."

The machine guns were not suitable for rushing into the house for close combat due to their size, so Zhang Dabiao arranged for them to shoot outside.

Following Zhang Dabiao's order, the two-man machine gun groups of twenty machine guns searched for their respective positions. Some were lying on the side of the street, some were standing in the corner of the wall. The more powerful warriors directly hugged the machine guns with both hands and clamped them in the creaking nests. The butt of the gun, with its back against the wall, pointed directly to the Devil's Bing Station.

After the machine gun team was ready, Zhang Dabiao approached the military station within 50 meters. He saw the situation of the military station clearly by the light of the balcony of the military station.

The so-called guard devil on the balcony on the second floor of the living room of the military station is nothing more than a one-person-high wooden shelf. The devil put a cold-proof coat on it, a military cap on the top, and leaned a gun on the side, looking at it from a distance. Just like a devil on guard.

As for the duty room in the main warehouse, through the glass, the devil inside was wrapped in a quilt, lying on the table and sleeping soundly.

"Hmph, are you lying to yourself? Do you really think this is your territory?"

Zhang Dabiao sneered, his voice gloomy: "Today, the labor and management will let you know that this is the territory of the Chinese. Since you are here, you have to sleep with one eye open at night."

"Walk··"

With a wave of his hand.

Behind them, a full 40 people pulled out the shell guns at their waists, and connected the wooden box behind the handle.

click
The uniform sound of the bolt being pulled, the forty-shot twenty-shot shell gun has been loaded.

Although the people in the pistol team have two shell guns, very few people have one gun in one hand. Most of them are connected to the wooden box butt, which is used as a submachine gun, and the other gun is attached to the waist as a backup.

The huge recoil of the shell gun makes two-handed guns only the patent of a few elites.

Zhang Dabiao naturally belongs to this elite minority.He has a twenty-shot shell gun in one hand, and the magazine carrier called the Nine Dragon Belt is filled with loaded magazines.

As for Su Jigang, he honestly put the wooden box butt on the grip, and inserted the other shell gun into his waist for backup.

The two of them approached the gate of the barracks with their twenty pistol team members.

Pushing the door that was locked from the inside, Zhang Dabiao's expression changed, his eyes were fierce, and his bearded cheeks were full of killing intent.

pop
With two shell guns in his hand, he smashed the iron lock of the gate, kicked the gate open with one kick, and Zhang Dabiao shouted:
"No one left"

In an instant, 100 meters away, twenty machine guns fired at the same time, like the sound of pouring rain, twenty lines of fire formed a gorgeous fire net covering the second and third floors of the living room of the Guizi Military Station.

"No one left"

At the same time, Su Jigang also broke the iron lock with two shots, and kicked open the door of the military station warehouse.

As for Monk Wei, he didn't shoot. He kicked the gate of the garrison headquarters with a flying leg, and even the door was kicked into the air. Then, with one shot, he took the lead and rushed into the dormitory of the garrison headquarters devils...
The living room of the Japanese army's Shuangfeng Town military station is a three-story wooden main building.

In particular, the second and third layers were almost entirely made of wood, and the thin wooden planks were naturally unable to withstand the full-power Mauser rifle bullets fired from the Czech.

This time, Zhang Dabiao completely let go of his hands and feet, and arranged ten machine guns for each floor to cover the fire, and ten magazines were fired.

Facing the surging barrage of [-] bullets, in the room on the second floor, the three devils and the lazy guard who lived here were beaten into sieves before they could even make a sound.

As for the third floor, it is the main target of this mission, Ikeda Jiuichi.

Since it is an important goal, it is naturally to be focused on.

Zhang Dabiao also arranged ten machine guns to aim at this lonely Japanese-style sliding wooden door on the third floor, vowing to beat the old devil into a sieve.

But the elite is also worthy of the elite.

At the moment of the first gunshot, Ikeda Jiuichi woke up, and with the second wave of gunshots, without any hesitation, the old devil rolled and rolled to the back of the third-floor room, hugging him. Holding his head, he hid behind the sofa to cover the dense bullets fired from the front.

It's a pity that the firepower of the ten machine guns is too dense, and the special Japanese-style private room is too fragile. The wooden furniture and walls have little resistance to the bullets. After 3 minutes of intensive firepower, the old devil's abdomen and left shoulder two shot everywhere.

Especially on the left shoulder, the shot seemed to have broken the blood vessels, and blood was gushing out.

As soon as the gunshots ended, the old devil hurriedly found the sheets to tear off the wound to stop the bleeding, and at the same time searched for his own gun.

But it was too late. At this time, Zhang Dabiao had already completed the suppression of the first floor, and went to the third floor to aim at Jiuda Jiuichi.

Under the sudden attack, more than 20 devils living on the first floor were all shot dead without any resistance, and some devils were even shot to pieces in the head while they were in bed.

"Who are you, Eighth Route Army?"

As a special operations expert, Ikeda Jiuichi naturally understands Chinese and also knows the clothes of the Eighth Route Army.

"Yo, I still understand Chinese"

Zhang Dabiao grinned and said to a soldier beside him, "Look if it's this old devil"

The soldier put away his shell gun, took out a photo from the bag, turned on the flashlight he just captured, looked at Ikeda Jiu, smiled and nodded: "It's him, Ikeda Jiuichi."

Using the other party's flashlight, Hisaichi Ikeda saw that the photo the other party took out was his full body photo, and it was also a photo of him conferring honors at the Imperial Palace in Japan.

Who is going to kill himself?

Isn't this photo banned?
But he never had a chance to figure out the question.

"My lord, Zhang Dabiao, was entrusted to kill you."

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Zhang Dabiao directly shot Ikeda Jiuichi in the head, and even shot a few more shots to ensure he was killed.

"withdraw··"

After killing the target, Zhang Dabiao put away the shell gun and called to retreat. His movements were handsome, like a peerless killer.

"Don't you need to take this old devil's body away?" the soldier on the side asked.

Didn't Sakata's body take away last time?
This soldier originally belonged to the Xinyi regiment, and was brought here by Zhang Dabiao on purpose.

"No need this time, the other party only asks to kill this old devil, no need to bring back the body"

Glancing at Ikeda Jiuichi's corpse, Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up when he saw the watch in his pocket: "This old devil still has a watch, go get it, and give it to the regiment commander. Gift"

As for this devil's gun, since the regiment has the shell-removing gun provided by Chen Fan, no one has no interest in the garbage like the bastard box, and even if it is seized, it will be ridiculed.

"Yes"

The soldier walked over and picked up his watch, kicking Ikeda Hisashi before leaving.

When Zhang Dabiao confirmed that all the devils in the living room were killed, he walked outside the barracks. At this time, Su Jigang also completed the looting of the barracks warehouse, and was happy:
"Haha, this time I have gained a lot. All five devils were killed, all three tons of drugs were seized, all the radio stations were seized, and half a codebook was also seized."

"Half a codebook?" Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up.

This is good stuff.

Really good stuff!

"Haha, yes." Su Jigang handed over a small part of the book that had been burned.

The notebook full of Japanese still smelled of gasoline, and the paper was soaked with gasoline, apparently it had just been poured on it not long ago.

Su Jigang's tone was regretful: "The devil guarding the radio station moved very quickly, and he was burned a part of it by this kid."

"The devil's password book is not so easy to capture." Zhang Dabiao didn't feel it was a pity.

The Guizi codebook is usually guarded by a special person. If there is a problem, it will be burned as soon as possible without hesitation. This time it is really lucky.

Even if it's only half of it, it's enough!

As long as this thing is handed in, the punishment that the head of the regiment is worried about will definitely be gone, and maybe their commandos can still get a reward.

The monk is a ruthless devil-killing machine.

He single-handedly killed half of the 29 devils in the garrison headquarters. The house was doused with gasoline that had just been seized, and it was burning vigorously, illuminating the entire street. Assault company with guns, no one dared to go out.

"These medicines are all packed"

Wang Gensheng walked over with forty mules and saw three tons of medicines piled up outside, waving the soldiers to carry them.

Those who can participate in the assault company are all big and three thick men. Dozens of people get on together, and a mere three tons of medicines are all loaded on the backs of mules and horses in a few minutes.

"Is the explosives buried?"

Zhang Dabiao asked Su Jigang.

"It's buried. I put fifty German-made lumps in the warehouse. I also poured gasoline in it, and it will burn to ashes after storage." Su Jigang raised his head.

"Are there casualties?" he continued to ask.

"Haha, no one was injured, only a few fighters were scratched"

The crowd laughed happily.

It was a comfortable fight.

No matter what, when you see something suspicious, it's a sudden meal, and the devils are sleeping one by one. It's easier than catching chickens!
"Walk"

Taking advantage of the burning light of the Devils Garrison Headquarters building, Zhang Dabiao looked at the watch he had just seized in his hand.

It was already twenty past twelve and it was time to retreat.

boom boom boom

The violent explosion was mixed with the sound of crackling burning, and the two buildings of the Guizi's military station were smashed into pieces in the explosion, and the wooden boards among them were even ignited by gasoline.

The fierce fire soared into the sky, illuminating the entire Shuangfeng Town.

In the flames, the commandos carried guns, led mules and horses, and ran towards Yangcun at high speed...

And a full 10 minutes after the commando left, the first wave of devils rushed over!

(End of this chapter)