Bright sword, I have a red police base car

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Thanks to the complete communication system in the Dagushan base area, the temporary headquarters set up by the Eighth Route Army in Dagushan immediately received news of the triumphant return of the Eighth Route Army Air Force.

After learning the news, all the commanders and fighters at the Eighth Route Army headquarters immediately began to cheer.

Although the victory of more than 50 fighter jets against 6 bombers is not suspenseful, this is the first battle for the Eighth Route Army's own air force!
And it was a complete victory with zero casualties!
For the Eighth Route Army, this air battle can even be written into the history books. From today on, China's red armed forces officially have their own organic air force!
How could this not make the commanders and fighters at the headquarters cheer?

At the same time, in the ambush circle set up by the Eighth Route Army headquarters in Wuxiang, the three combat detachments of the Yamamoto Special Forces were completely wiped out under the joint attack of the Red Police Force and the Eighth Route Army.

To be honest, special forces are indeed very effective when conducting special operations, but on the frontal battlefield they are only at the level of elite infantry.

In this era, when the Yamamoto Special Agents are fighting head-on, their individual combat capabilities are stronger and their firepower is denser. After all, all members are equipped with the old American M3 submachine guns!

But compared to the 81-1 of the Red Police Force, it is still several times behind.

Speaking of the M3 submachine gun, when the red police force first seized it, I felt that time and space were confused.

The M3 submachine gun was a weapon equipped by the United States in December 1942!
The current timeline is only 1940. Where did the little devil buy this equipment? !
But when they thought that it was time to show off their swords, Zhang Shijie and the Red Police Force were relieved.

There is no way, this may be the fault of the will of the world.

At this point, of the more than 90 special attack members of Yamamoto's special team, only Yamamoto Kazuki himself and a guard team of less than 10 people are left.

In this case, it would be an understatement to say that it only injured the muscles and bones. It can be said that the Yamamoto Special Agents amputated their limbs below the eyebrows.

At this time, Yamamoto Kazuki and others were still running around, trying to escape back to the area controlled by the Japanese army within the area controlled by the Red Police Force.

The difficulties and obstacles along the way are really hard to explain to outsiders.

In order to avoid the Red Police and the Eighth Route Army, Yamamoto Kazuki led his troops to hide in Tibet. It took less than ten little Japs half a month to return to the area under actual control of the Japanese army, and when they arrived in Taiyuan, only 5 people left.

Of course, this is something.

The Red Police Force and the Eighth Route Army located in Wuxiang are disturbing the battlefield and collecting seized weapons and equipment.

"Eh? What kind of guns are they equipped with? Why haven't you seen them before?" An Eighth Route Army soldier picked up the M3 submachine gun captured from the little devil and asked while looking through it.

A Red Alert soldier heard this and replied: "This is an American M3 submachine gun. Now it seems that it is specially purchased by the Japs to equip special forces."

For this submachine gun that originally appeared in 1942, the Red Alert soldiers did not explain too much. After all, the more you say in this case, the more mistakes you make.

The Eighth Route Army soldier also nodded immediately, looked at the bodies of Yamamoto's special agents and said, "I can see that their uniforms and equipment are different from those of the ordinary Japs. They should really be the Japs' special forces."

In less than half an hour, the Red Police Force and the Eighth Route Army had cleaned up the battlefield.

None of the weapons and equipment seized from the Japs were retained by the Red Police Force, and all were given to the Eighth Route Army.

The Red Police Force has always been wealthy and has never paid any attention to the equipment of the Japs. In the eyes of the Red Police Force, there is really no difference between the weapons of the Japs and fire sticks.

Now in the hands of various museums and foreign collectors in 2018, almost everyone has weapons from the Japs. The entire market has become saturated, and it is really meaningless to buy more Japanese weapons.

Zhang Shijie couldn't even put these Japanese equipment in his warehouse, but it took up too much space!

In those positions, it is better to put more equipment such as 56 and a half, 56 rush, and 81-1.

So the Red Police Force gave all its weapons to the Eighth Route Army.

"Comrade, look at this, how embarrassing it is!"

"If you're sorry, give it back to me!"

"Just kidding, just kidding."

With these new equipment from the United States, the two regiment commanders of the Eighth Route Army immediately beamed with joy.

After all, they are just two B-type regiments, and their weapons and equipment are far inferior to those of the A-type regiments. Each company now lacks automatic firepower. Although the M3 feels a little worse than the 50 charge of their equipment, it is better than nothing. .

The .45 caliber pistol ammunition used in this gun is really hard to find.

So the two Eighth Route Army commanders began to divide these submachine guns.

After the combat mission ended, a group of helicopters flew to Wuxiang again and picked up a platoon of guard company soldiers temporarily assigned to the warehouse management company.

In the top-down understanding of the Red Police Force, the work of the security company responsible for Zhang Shijie's safety cannot be compromised.

Then the soldiers of this platoon immediately returned to Dagushan.

On the second day after the Wuxiang ambush, the chemical defense company that maneuvered to the Pingliao Highway by road finally arrived at Xiaocaozhuang.

"Damn it, you guys are here. If you don't come, I'll have to wait and thank you!" Lu Jianping, commander of the reconnaissance company, complained.

"Then what can I do? The roads here are not as good as those in the base area. I haven't slept for nearly two days now!"

"You kid is just farting here! Don't you know that your drivers can take turns driving?!"

After saying that, Lu Jianping didn't dwell on the topic anymore. After all, there was still work to do.

Live first!

Chemical defense company commander He Yulin asked Lu Jianping: "Old Lu, what's going on down there?"

"Mustard gas. Fortunately, the little devil's gas pipeline was blown up during the previous battle, and the comrades all put on gas masks and evacuated in time. Otherwise, the troops would have suffered a lot of casualties."

"Okay, I see."

After speaking, He Yulin turned around and ordered to the troops behind him: "Chemical Defense Company! Mustard gas, prepare for decontamination operations!"

"Yes!"

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As the soldiers of the chemical defense company put on their chemical defense equipment, they began to enter the Japanese army's underground fortifications in batches to begin decontamination tasks.

But for the chemical defense company, this is not a simple decontamination operation.

In the previous battles, the corpses of the Japanese soldiers in the underground fortifications had to be collected and burned. If the corpses were allowed to rot, they might cause a plague to the nearby areas.

"Holy shit! Is the reconnaissance company setting up a slaughterhouse in the underground fortifications? There are so many corpses, when do we have to move there?!"

The chemical defense company that entered the second underground floor couldn't help cursing as they looked at the corpses of the Japanese one after another. The number of corpses of no less than [-] by visual inspection was definitely a big project.

Fortunately, the chemical defense company arrived in time, and the corpses of these Japanese were basically not rotten yet. If they had arrived any later, they would probably have been covered in corpses.

"Company Commander, Company Commander, I am the platoon commander. Visually, there are no less than [-] Japanese corpses on the second underground floor. Manpower support is needed. Over!"

"Got it, wait a minute."

After completing his reply, the chemical defense company commander He Yulin glanced sideways at Lu Jianping, and then shouted: "Security platoon leader!"

"To!"

"Get 200 sets of chemical protective suits, and then go to the airborne support brigade to second 300 people to form a [-]-man force to move the bodies!" "Yes!"

With the hard work of more than 300 Red Police soldiers, the corpses of more than 2000 Japanese soldiers were quickly cleared on the ground and began to be cremated.

The remaining ashes are also useful. According to the regulations set by Zhang Shijie, the ashes of the little devil are determined according to the quantity. If the quantity is small, it will be used to fertilize the land, and if the quantity is large, it will be used to build roads.

He wants the little devil to be trampled upon by the Chinese people for generations after he dies!

They deserve it!
After cleaning up the little devil's body, the Red Police soldiers responsible for transporting the body also started rapid decontamination with the help of the decontamination truck.

Compared with underground, decontamination operations on the ground are much easier.

Decontamination operations on the ground can rely on various decontamination equipment, but this is not possible underground and can only use manpower.

Fortunately, the little devil used mustard gas. Relatively speaking, the decontamination of mustard gas that is easily soluble in alcohol and gasoline is relatively simple.

After a night of decontamination operations, the Japanese army's underground fortifications finally returned to a safe state.

Subsequently, soldiers from the reconnaissance company, chemical defense company and airborne support group began to search the underground fortifications of the Little Japanese.

Just as the red police team was counting and searching each floor, until they reached the fourth floor, a huge iron door of a safe appeared in front of them.

"Damn it, this blast door is pretty big! I guess the chief and his gang didn't have such a big iron door when they robbed the Taiyuan Bank, right? It looks like we're going to get fucking rich this time!"

When they saw such a huge iron door of the safe, the chief officers of the three red police units were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.

They didn't even think about passwords and keys.

What password?
what key?
Isn't it enough to have C4 to open the door?

"Engineer Squadron, Engineer Squadron, this is the brigade headquarters, please reply when you receive it!"

"Engineer squadron received!"

"Bring two squads of soldiers down for blasting, and bring more C4!"

"The Engineer Squadron understands!"

After on-the-spot battlefield investigation by the engineers of the Red Police Force, the weak points of the entire vault were quickly found, and a timed detonation device was then installed at the weak points.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

After several explosions, the little devil's underground fortification warehouse was instantly blown open.

The red police troops outside filed in through the gap, maintained their battle formation, and began to search the Japanese warehouse.

At this time, there are really two little devils left in the little devil's warehouse!
However, after these two days, the little Japs had already lost all their strength. When they saw the Red Police troops, the two little Japs, who had no fighting spirit, immediately knelt down and surrendered, saying that they would tell them everything, as long as they were given food to eat.

"Are you hungry? Do you want some peanuts?" When Lu Jianping heard that the little devil wanted to eat, he asked the two little devils mockingly in Japanese.

"Can you give us rice? We can't eat enough peanuts, so please give us some rice, please!"

Hearing this, Lu Jianping smiled at He Yulin and Fan Jishu and said, "Did you see? These two little devils are still very hungry. They are still here picking the fat ones and the thin ones with me. Take them and beat them up first."

"Yes, Captain."

As the two little devils were escorted to the ground, Fan Jishu, Lu Jianping, and He Yulin also walked into the warehouse behind the iron gate of the little devil.

They saw that the warehouse was already filled with supplies hoarded by the Japanese army, but since all the supplies were covered with waterproof canvas, the three of them could not see what was covered under the canvas.

"Squad leader!"

"To!"

"Take the soldiers and remove all the canvas!"

"Yes!"

Under the leadership of the squad leader of the reconnaissance company, more than a dozen soldiers began to tear off the canvas in the warehouse. After seeing that there were wooden boxes under the canvas, the squad leader took out a crowbar and arranged the contents of the little devils. Each area opens a box to determine the contents.

As the wooden boxes were opened one by one, the Red Police Force also understood what was stored here.

Silver dollars, paper money, antiques, and a small amount of arms.

It wasn't until the squad leader opened an area where nearly [-] wooden boxes were neatly arranged and stacked that the squad leader who had just opened the wooden boxes was stunned for an instant.

At this time, his face was reflected golden yellow by the items in the box.

It was not that the Red Alert soldiers had never seen money before, but the squad leader looked at the opened wooden box and then at the nearly [-] boxes stacked together with this box and was instantly stunned.

This gold... I guess it costs more than 100 tons, right?

At this time, a Red Alert soldier walked over from a nearby area and reported a report as he walked: "Squad leader, I just saw it over there. It is estimated that there are more than 1 boxes of silver coins! This time we... send... hair……"

Halfway through his words, the soldier looked at the gold in the box and then at the area behind where the boxes were stacked. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Lu Jianping and others also saw something strange here, so they came over to see what was going on.

"Ah! Company Commander!"

It wasn't until Lu Jianping and others came forward that the squad leader realized what was going on. When he brought the box to Lu Jianping, he asked the soldiers to take out a few boxes and check them out.

"Company Commander, look, gold!"

Lu Jianping glanced at the box in the hands of the squad leader, and then said: "Isn't it normal to have gold? How about other places?"

The first squad leader didn't seem to hear what Lu Jianping said, and pointed directly to the stacking area aside and said: "Company commander, if there are no errors in the boxes in this area, they should all be gold!"

"What?! All of them?!"

After hearing the news, Lu Jianping and others were also shocked. They looked at the boxes marked 20KG and roughly estimated the number of boxes...

This must not be more than 100 tons?

At this time, a report came from the side: "Squad leader, our guess must be correct. There is gold in several boxes randomly checked!"

Hearing this, the corners of Lu Jianping's mouth twitched for an instant, and then he shouted: "Correspondent!"

"To!"

"Send a telegram to Dagushan!"

Upon hearing this, the correspondent immediately took out his notebook to record the contents of the telegram.

Lu Jianping took a deep breath and then said: "Content of the telegram: Chief, we are rich! More than 100 tons of gold! The rest is useless, please ask for transportation support!"

"Yes! Company Commander!" (End of Chapter)