Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 939 Approaching
As the afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, the color of the sky transitioned from orange-red to dark blue, and finally merged into an endless expanse of ink-black.

Stars began to twinkle in the sky, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching everything that was about to happen.

The night wind blew lightly across the desolate valley, and everywhere was filled with the smell of grass, trees, and soil. At this moment, the officers and soldiers of the Fifth Battalion all looked up at the deep sky, as if they felt that they would soon face a tense and uneasy night.

In troubled times, human life is as precious as dogs, and the lives of puppet soldiers are even less valuable than those of dogs.

In order to save their lives, all the puppet soldiers of the Fifth Battalion were waving their shovels vigorously and carrying out the construction strictly according to Xu San's shooting plan.

In the gradually deepening night, the soldiers of the Fifth Battalion were busy like night walkers, their figures seemed particularly firm under the faint light of the fire. The commander's orders echoed in the night sky, and although the voice was not loud, every word was sonorous and powerful enough for every soldier to hear clearly.

"Quick, pile the sandbags here and reinforce the defense line!" A platoon leader waved the torch in his hand, guiding the soldiers to set up defensive fortifications quickly and orderly.

The soldiers cooperated tacitly, carrying heavy sandbags and piling them up in rows to form solid barriers. The barbed wire was pulled up, and the spikes shone coldly in the moonlight, warning any uninvited guests who tried to cross.

The machine gunners were in position, their weapons like silent guards, quietly waiting for orders. The mortar positions were also being built intensively, with the barrels pointed at the predetermined target area, waiting for a single order to unleash destructive firepower. The signalmen were busy checking the radio equipment to ensure that the communication with the headquarters and other troops was unimpeded.

As time went on, the positions of the Fifth Battalion became more and more perfect, and every part of them revealed an atmosphere of careful preparation.

Although the soldiers' faces were tired, they were more determined and resolute. They knew that this night would be long and full of challenges, but they were ready, whether facing an enemy attack or a long stand.

The bleak wind brought a swaying dark cloud that blocked the moonlight. The sky was gradually swallowed by darkness. The Yamamoto Special Forces in the mountains and forests moved forward cautiously under the leadership of Yamamoto.

They were like ghosts and moles, dodging several waves of patrolling soldiers and sneaking towards the location of the Eighth Route Army command post.

Lurk in the darkness, kill important targets, paralyze the enemy's command system, and then retreat without any regrets.

Yamamoto has done this kind of thing many times, but each time it was just a small-scale thing that could not satisfy his dirty vanity.

This opportunity was rare, so he took it very seriously and did not hesitate to use a large battalion of troops to conceal the true whereabouts of his special forces team.

The defenses around the headquarters were very tight. Although there was not a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps, it was still very difficult to penetrate. After all, the losses suffered by the independent regiment a year ago taught the Eighth Route Army a great lesson.

Yamamoto is very patient and walks every step of the way very carefully.

The density of guard patrols became more and more intensive, and Yamamoto's infiltration speed became slower and slower, but Yamamoto's heart became more and more excited, because he knew that with the increasingly intensive defense, the command center was already within reach.