Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated.

In the northwest area of ​​Quancheng, at the intersection of Jingsan Road and Weiqi Road, a fully armed Japanese infantry company was marching in orderly steps towards the 12th Army Headquarters.

The heavy military boots hit the bluestone slabs, making a heart-pounding "click" sound, and the bayonet was still emitting a cold glow in the morning light.

On both sides of the street, the few pedestrians who were there to begin with retreated like a tide.

The common people seemed to be intimidated by an invisible whip. They even tried to lighten their breathing, for fear that a careless look or movement would attract the flashing bayonet.

Of course, not everyone is walking on ice.

A Japanese businessman in a suit squeezed to the front row. His short and fat body was shaking with excitement, and his greasy face was flushed with excitement.

"Sbarasi!"

"As expected of the elite troops of the Great Japanese Empire, their aura and military bearing are many times stronger than those of the Republic of China!"

"Long live! Long live the Empire of Japan!"

The businessman's voice was hoarse but excited, as if he wanted to squeeze all the air out of his lungs.

Even though sweat was running down his temples and staining the collar of his white shirt, he didn't care. Instead, he stood on tiptoe more enthusiastically and waved desperately at the officers in the team.

"Gentlemen! Please be sure to win! The Chinese do not deserve to own this rich land. Only the warriors of His Majesty the Emperor can rule North China!"

"Kill all the rebels! Let those inferior races know the majesty of the empire!"

It seemed that the shouting attracted the attention of the infantry squadron. The leading major reined in his horse and looked down at the merchants who were waving flags and shouting.

There was a sense of indifference in his eyes, not the usual contempt, but the alienation and coldness like a human observing an ant.

This famous scene from the later Internet era was actually staged decades ago during the Republic of China period.

After examining him for a few seconds, the major suddenly grinned, revealing his neat white teeth. Then he squeezed the horse's belly hard, and the horse raised its front hooves in shock, stepping right into the puddle on the side of the road.

"Wow."

The dirty water mixed with mud splashed all over the businessman, but the class difference made him dare not speak out. He could only bury his head and silently digest the grievances and confusion in his heart.

"You scum, you are disgusting."

"Get away from us! Don't delay our squadron's work!"

The familiar tone of voice and the pure Honshu accent instantly dispelled the Japanese businessman's doubts. He lowered his head deeply, his posture became more humble, and his whole person looked flattering and fawning.

Ignoring the other side's flattery, the infantry squadron continued to advance.

When no one was around, an officer dressed as a captain finally couldn't help but smile. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he said in a sarcastic tone:

"Commander, your Japanese level is really outrageous. Even the locals can't find any flaws. According to our Director Huang, it would take three generations to explain your level."

"You said you were going to study, but you ended up sneaking around to get some private lessons from the comrades at the headquarters every day. That's really not nice of you."

"It seems that I will have to call Captain Ding and Captain Kong next time. I guess at the moment, only your two old comrades can punish you."

That’s right, the so-called Japanese infantry squadron was actually a carefully disguised masterpiece of the 1st Marine Brigade.

Such a simple infiltration mission could be accomplished even by a hastily formed unit like the Airborne Brigade with incomplete equipment and tactics, let alone the 1st Marine Brigade, which is recognized as the strongest in the world.

Infiltration is nothing more than a textbook demonstration exercise.

What? The Geneva Convention prohibits wearing enemy uniforms during combat?

Haha, is this thing signed by you or sealed by us TG? Don't use this piece of waste paper to make a fuss.

As for the protagonist who performed the famous scene of the Taiyuan ship's visit to Japan decades in advance, he was none other than Li Yunlong, a handsome young man who was well-known in the Dabie Mountains!

Hearing the teasing from his second captain, Lao Li's mouth tightened and he forced himself to suppress his smile.

Strangely enough, ever since he adopted the advice of his fellow villagers and put on a three-piece set of a custom-made military cap, aviator sunglasses, and a corncob pipe, whenever Li Yunlong stood in front of the Japanese prisoners, the devils would speak with a tremor as if they were possessed.

Even the Japanese officers wearing their officers' swords were at a loss, let alone the businessmen who were usually cunning and deceitful.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid. What I did was called further study. I was learning culture under the barrel of a gun. How can it be considered as a private tutor? Damn it, can a scholar's business be called sneaky?"

"Okay, let's quickly get our comrades ready for battle."

"Our skins can fool ordinary soldiers and civilians, but they will definitely not work on the core guards of the 12th Army. The battle will start soon, and we will try to finish it within half an hour."

"Yes!"

Just as Li Yunlong was talking with the commander of his Second Regiment, the troops from the First Marine Brigade had already approached the command center of Tuqiao No. 1.

Looking at the 12th Army Headquarters in the distance, where the garrison was sparse and even the outer observation tower was not fully staffed, Lao Li couldn't help but reveal his big white teeth, obviously very satisfied with his temporary decision and judgment.

"Look at this, look at this. I told you that the Japanese didn't have enough troops. The headquarters of an army only deployed a squadron of troops to guard the gate." "Pass my order and launch a general attack. We must quickly break through the outermost power grids, trenches and fortresses. We can't give the enemy a chance to breathe."

"Second Regiment Commander, where's your 40mm round? Hurry up and give it to me so I can fire a shot."

The Marine Brigade was formed only 500 days ago.

However, this airborne force had been tempered in the bloody battles of Zhongtiao Mountain, the rescue of Hetao and the great victory in eastern Henan, and had forged its sharp edge in the Qiongya airborne and Weixian operations.

With the spirit of our comrades who have fought many battles, let alone a brick and stone headquarters, even if it is the steel deck of the battleship Musashi, we dare to board it with submachine guns.

After receiving the order from their brigade commander, the soldiers acted quickly under the leadership of their respective platoon leaders.

Everyone had clear division of labor and performed their duties, and it only took five minutes to complete the pre-war deployment.

Seeing that everything was ready, Li Yunlong first looked at his watch and calculated the positions of Political Commissar Zhao Gang and Deputy Brigade Commander Xing based on the time. Then he picked up the 40mm gun and pulled the trigger directly to sound the horn of the general attack.

"Hit me!"

"call out!"

Including the 40 rockets on Li Yunlong's shoulders, 5 tubes roared at the same time, and the rockets, dragging their tails with flames, rushed towards the Japanese observation post.

In the flames of the explosion, several Japanese guards fell down screaming. They did not realize until their death that the most dangerous man in the whole nation had already reached the core area of ​​the 12th Army.

"Second target, release!"

In the interval between reloading the 40mm rounds, four 4mm mortars took on the task of suppressing fire.

The mortar shells drew an arc in the air, passed through the wall of the Japanese headquarters, and exploded around the heavy machine gun positions.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the fierce artillery bombardment, the Japanese machine gunners and Type 92 heavy machine guns were instantly torn apart by explosions and shrapnel. These special guards selected from the Type B divisions were killed on the spot without even making any counterattack.

After a brief period of confusion, Japan's veteran soldiers began to fight back under the command of their respective superiors.

Among them, the firepower points that posed the greatest threat to the 1st Marine Brigade were the two Type 96 cannons on the roof and the crab-shaped bunker machine gun nests on both sides of the courtyard wall.

It is not a good feeling to be pinned down by enemy anti-aircraft guns, not to mention the crossfire network composed of four Type 92 heavy machine guns.

However, as a ruthless person who surpasses Tongliao, Brigade Commander Li will not make the fatal mistake of lax quality control.

Long before the large force sneaked into Quancheng, he sent people to inspect the second route in advance, repeatedly confirmed the location of every firepower point of the 12th Army Command, and formulated a corresponding offensive plan.

"Smoke bomb! Put out the smoke!"

"We can't let the anti-aircraft guns on the commanding heights open fire smoothly, and we have to block the firing range of the Japanese crab-shaped bunkers!"

Before he could finish his words, the 60mm mortar smoke bombs whistled into the enemy's position, and in the blink of an eye, the machine gun fortifications and anti-aircraft artillery positions that the Japanese relied on to resist were engulfed in the pale fog.

Hit wherever you point, this is the execution ability of elite soldiers.

The soldier operating the 40mm rifle did not disappoint his comrades' trust. He fired again with the loaded barrel, almost destroying the enemy's trump card by calling out their names.

Seeing that the enemy had left, the second regiment commander personally led the team to launch a charge.

He threw off his enemy uniform, revealing half of his body covered with grenades and explosive packs, and rushed towards the gate of the 12th Army's headquarters.

"Machine gun crew cover!"

Following Li Yunlong's order, the four FM-4/24 guns and six Type 29 light machine guns that had been waiting for a long time opened fire at the same time, and the bullets plowed through the courtyard wall like a comb.

With the help of fire suppression, the commandos laid door panels across the trenches and cut the barbed wire and electric fences in preparation for blasting operations.

"Tank! Tank!"

Just when the Second Regiment Commander was about to blow up the wall of the 12th Army Headquarters, Tuqiao finally released his ultimate trump card.

I saw a Type 97 medium tank and a Type 95 light tank, with a dozen fully armed mobile emergency team members, rushing into the battlefield from the backyard of the headquarters with great momentum.

These two armored units were almost invincible to ordinary infantry. If used properly, it was not impossible to turn the tide of the battle with one blow.

It’s a pity that the Axis powers were not of one mind.

If De San had passed on all of his experience in street fighting in Stalingrad to Ben Zi, Tu Qiao would not be as weak as the black uncle in Africa now.

"Boom! Boom!"

As soon as the muzzles of the two tanks turned towards the commandos, five armor-piercing shells penetrated the vehicle bodies from different angles.

After the explosion, the tank was overturned on the base of the Chungling Pagoda, and the urns were scattered all over the headquarters compound like flowers from heaven. (End of this chapter)