Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 935: Lazy Yamamoto

Under the steep cliffs, light and shadows weave like a web. The sunlight shines through the layers of clouds and sprinkles on the rugged ground, forming a mottled picture.

Under the light and shadow, there are countless stones scattered everywhere, some original and some just pushed down by the Eighth Route Army soldiers. Some of them are like sharp swords pointing to the sky, and some are like ancient beasts crouching on the ground. Each stone seems to have its own story, quietly telling the vicissitudes of time.

The scenery is magnificent and poignant, but there are discordant traces of blood and gunpowder everywhere.

The bodies of several Japanese devils were lying on the ground, they were broken and tattered. Their lives ended under this cliff, and they paid the due price for their crimes.

Life seems so fragile in the face of the cruelty of war, this is true for the Japanese devils and the Eighth Route Army as well.

Han Liang looked at the corpses of the Japanese devils and felt an indescribable sense of melancholy and relief in his heart.

Under the shadow of the strange rock, some figures could be vaguely seen lurking. They were the remnants of the Japanese devils. They hid between the cracks in the rocks, with cunning and ferociousness in their eyes. At the moment, they were shooting at each other with the Eighth Route Army soldiers on the cliff, and they didn't notice Han Liang who was approaching them quietly.

Bullets whizzed past and explosions rang out one after another. Every firefight was a battle between life and death. In this battlefield of light and shadow, Han Liang was like a Wong Tai Sin stealing chickens. He approached these devils silently, found the right moment, and secretly shot them to death.

After killing several Japanese soldiers, Han Liang stopped moving, because dozens of Japanese soldiers in front had formed a defensive formation. If he launched another sneak attack, he would definitely be discovered. If discovered, a head-on battle would break out, and by that time the soldiers he led would definitely suffer heavy casualties.

He came down to collect ammunition and grenade launchers, not to fight the Japanese head-on.

He decided to quit while he was ahead and began to retreat.

Three grenade launchers, more than forty artillery shells, and hundreds of remaining rifle bullets.

However, the gains were a bit small, and no machine guns were captured, which was the biggest regret of this operation.

Being able to be a company commander, he is not a reckless man, and quitting when things are going well is not a sign of weakness. He led the team back to the starting point and arranged three soldiers with good marksmanship to stay at the bottom of the cliff waiting for an opportunity to act. This was a hidden chess piece he arranged, which would not be activated until a specific moment.

The battle was neither fast nor slow. The Japanese were stalling for time, and Han Liang was also stalling for time.

The Japs were waiting for Yamamoto's reinforcements, and Han Liang was also waiting for Yamamoto's reinforcements.

However, Yamamoto, who was serving as reinforcement, did not seem to be in a hurry at the moment. He only sent a dozen people to clear the road.

To be honest, this number of people is not enough. They can move small stones, but it is a bit difficult, or even impossible, for them to move huge stones weighing tons.

Yamamoto sat leisurely on a stool, eating canned beef leisurely, looking as if he had nothing to do with it.

He was not in a hurry, but Yoshino Ichi's face beside him showed a hint of anxiety.

After eating and drinking, Yamamoto looked at Yoshino with a smile, "Don't you understand why I don't go to clear the road?"

"Hey!" Yoshino lowered his head, "Please give me some advice, Colonel!"

Yamamoto wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and pointed his finger towards the Eagle's Beak Cliff.

"You mean you're afraid of being ambushed?"

"After we clear the road and join the troops ahead, we will definitely be ambushed. My battalion plus the squadron ahead have about 1,500 people. How can the Eighth Route Army not want to eat such a big piece of fat meat?"

(End of this chapter)