Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 940 Bad Memories

Yamamoto's heartbeat was as rapid as a drum. He clung to the shadows, taking every step carefully, as if even his breathing had become heavy.

He knew that he had entered the heart of the Eighth Route Army and any small mistake could lead to the failure of the mission.

However, as he got closer to his goal, he found that the situation did not seem as he expected.

Yamamoto's fingers gently touched the cold wall, and his eyes swept back and forth in the empty central area. The footsteps of the guards echoed in the darkness, but there seemed to be no one else here except him. He took a deep breath,

He tried to calm his anxiety, but the tense atmosphere in the air made it difficult for him to relax.

He waved his hand, signaling the special forces behind him to be on alert, and he and a special forces member who knew Chinese came to the command table.

His eyes fell on the scattered documents, and then he gestured for them to read quickly.

The special forces soldier nodded slightly, took out a piece of black rainproof cloth from his backpack and covered his head with it to block the bright light from the flashlight.

Yamamoto exhaled slowly and moved silently to the military map, using the faint moonlight to carefully memorize the marks on the map.

There are many Chinese characters in Japanese, and Yamamoto can understand the general idea even without translation.

Although we didn't achieve a beheading this time, it was still worth the trip to obtain so much intelligence.

Time passed little by little, and the moon hid in the clouds again. The map that was originally clear had become blurry and unrecognizable.

Looking at his luminous watch, Yamamoto felt that he could not stay here, so he left the command center with the special forces team.

After leaving the command center, Yamamoto did not retreat along the original route, but chose another route. The reason he chose another route was that he wanted to try his luck and see if he could obtain some valuable information again.

The search was carried out silently. Yamamoto went around to the back of a yard and saw an antenna looming in the night.

The lights were on in the house below the antenna, and human figures appeared and disappeared on the white window paper, looking very busy.

This is where the Eighth Route Army radio station is located, and where telegrams are sent and received.

Seeing the figures moving, Yamamoto suddenly wanted to rush in and drive these technicians away.

However, after weighing the pros and cons, he was cautious and decided to let these people go for the time being.

Because he felt that the information he was taking away now was much more important than capturing these radio operators.

There are two soldiers guarding the entrance to the village. They stand opposite each other and stare at each other. It seems that there are no blind spots and it seems like 360-degree surveillance.

However, this kind of surveillance was of no use to the special forces, and they easily got through under the leadership of Yamamoto.

After leaving the village where the headquarters was located, Yamamoto discovered some fresh traces.

Footprints in the mud, fallen branches, hoof marks and wheel tracks.

Judging from the scratches left behind, a team of at least a hundred people had just left this road.

After analyzing the traces, Yamamoto fell into deep thought again: What should I do? Should I wait for the Eighth Route Army commander to return? Or should I follow the traces and pursue him?

After careful consideration, he decided to give chase.

After all, the temptation to kill important generals of the Eighth Route Army was still huge for him.

In the darkness of night, Yamamoto led the special forces team and moved silently along the traces.

He passed through one wood after another and crossed one stream after another until he saw the light ahead.

Ben crouched in the shadows, his eyes scanning the central area sharply.

His special operations team, 20 elite soldiers, spread out silently around like his shadow.

They communicated silently through a series of precise sign language, and each gesture conveyed clear instructions. Under Yamamoto's command, the two team members approached the nearest sentry silently.

Their movements were coordinated and swift. One person was responsible for attracting the sentry's attention, while the other took the opportunity to subdue him. The whole process was silent. The sentry was quickly and quietly taken away, and the special forces took his place and continued to monitor the surroundings.

Yamamoto and other team members continued to move forward, using the cover of night and the surrounding environment to avoid the sight of the Eighth Route Army.

Their movements were light and swift, each step calculated to avoid setting off any possible alarms.

The patrolling Eighth Route Army appeared in sight again, which made Yamamoto's heart excited again.

Finally found!
The Eighth Route Army’s new command post!

The task was assigned simply and the special forces team once again took advantage of the terrain to avoid the patrol teams of the Eighth Route Army.

As the search area expanded, Yamamoto finally found a temporary tent.

The tent was very large and there were lights on inside. After a while, civilian personnel in military uniforms would come in and out.

After calming down his excitement, Yamamoto made a few gestures and the special forces members around him quickly dispersed and surrounded the tent.

There are few people patrolling the river and guarding the village. Compared with the village just now, the guards here are full of loopholes.

Although he had his doubts, Yamamoto was so eager to make a contribution that he didn't care about so much.

After he made an attacking gesture to the people next to him, the special forces members beside him immediately trotted up.

While running, he pulled the safety of the grenade, triggered the fuse, and then threw two grenades into the tent.

"boom!"

"boom!"

After two dull explosions, Yamamoto and five special forces members re-entered the tent and fired a burst of fire inside.

“Da da~da da~da~”

After the Thompson machine gun fired in an orderly manner for more than ten seconds, Yamamoto waved his hand and asked the team members to stop shooting.

wrong!

The gun was fired, but there was no screaming or the special sound of a bullet entering the body.

An ominous premonition came to my heart, and a bad memory instantly filled my brain.

The failure about a year ago made his back instantly wet with cold sweat.

"We've been ambushed, retreat immediately!" Yamamoto shouted anxiously.

"Now that you're here, don't leave!" A strange voice sounded calmly in his ears. Although he didn't quite understand it, he knew that this voice was the death warrant from the god of death.

Without answering, after a gesture, almost all the special forces members threw grenades at the same time.

"Bah, bah, bah~"

"Da da da!"

"Boom~"

"boom!"

There were continuous gunshots and explosions, and the exchange of fire broke out instantly.

Yamamoto's decisiveness made Ding Wei, who was commanding the battle, unable to react in time. Even though he was in a powerful situation, he was caught off guard!