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Niu Fengtai couldn't understand what the Japanese said, but through their voices, he accurately determined their location, which was in the kitchen of this family.

Niu Fengtai and his team were in the west room of the family. Although visibility was still good, the west room was completely dark, with only the window appearing somewhat bright.

"Platoon leader, what should we do?" Ding Yang was a brave man. He approached Niu Fengtai and asked about the situation.

"Our mission is to scout the enemy and look for opportunities to launch attacks. Right now the enemy situation is unclear, so what we need to do is to understand the surrounding situation first, determine the target of the attack and the route of retreat later!" Niu Fengtai said, looking around and said, "We are now at Yin Xing's home in the east of the village, which is also the first home in the east of the village. I am here with the platoon combat team..."

Niu Fengtai simply assigned a task, which was to occupy the family first, then determine the situation in the village, and then launch an attack. If the trip went smoothly and the silent assassination was carried out as trained, there might be unexpected gains!

Gurgle… Some kerosene was poured on the door hinge of the west room to prevent the door from making noise when it was opened. At the same time, someone dipped his finger in water, poked a hole in the window paper, and looked out through the round hole. Although there was only a little window paper left in this window, the soldier still did it! Why? The window paper can cover the face, but it is not okay to stick your face to the window frame…

"There's no one in the yard, we can move now!" The soldier on lookout took a look and said to his comrades in the house.

"Let's go, take action!" Niu Fengtai said softly, then waved his hand.

Zizi… The sound of the door hinges rubbing against each other was very light, not even as loud as the sound of the comrades' feet stepping on the ground. After the door opened, 15 soldiers jumped out of the house lightly, divided into 5 combat teams, and dispersed to various rooms, intending to hunt silently.

The soldiers moved quickly, dodging like civet cats in the still bright night, and quickly formed a formation at the few doors of the houses. Ma Shuangpeng, who led the team personally, led them to the location of the guy's house, holding the handle of the tactical knife in his hand, with the tip of the tactical knife facing forward and the blade facing his direction.

"Ibanjing, are you ready? We have to go!" The Japanese's voice came into my ears again. Although I couldn't understand it, I could feel from the tone that the Japanese seemed very anxious.

Ma Shuangpeng stood on one side of the kitchen door, another soldier stood on the other side, and the remaining soldier came to the window and looked into the kitchen. After seeing the situation in the kitchen clearly, the soldier made a few gestures to tell Ma Shuangpeng and the others that there were only two Japanese soldiers in the room.

Since there were only two Japanese soldiers, Ma Shuangpeng did not waste any time. He exchanged a glance with the soldier opposite him, then reached out and lifted the door curtain woven with reed stalks. The two of them slipped into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a fire was emitting from a clay stove. One Japanese soldier was squatting and making a fire, while another Japanese soldier was standing and busying himself at the stove. Although the Japanese soldier heard the sound of the door curtain being lifted, he did not even turn his head.

"Don't worry, it will be ready soon..." The speaker was the Japanese soldier who was stirring the rice with a spoon at the stove. As he spoke, he picked up the spoon, put it to his mouth and blew on it to taste the rice.

Ma Shuangpeng and his men did not understand Japanese, and there was no need to respond. Instead, they each ran towards a Japanese soldier with a clear division of labor. While marching, Ma Shuangpeng decisively turned the tactical knife around and held it in his mouth, freeing his hands. Then, he stretched out his hands and clasped the Japanese soldier's head at the stove... twisted his neck to the right... "You... uh... cluck... snap..." Amid the surprised voices, there was the sound of the cervical vertebrae being twisted, and the Japanese soldier at the stove became a dead Japanese soldier. At the same time, the Japanese soldier who was burning the fire also slumped to the ground, holding his neck and twitching constantly. Only blood was still spurting out, and even flew into the stove, emitting a puff of smoke.

"Hiss... This smell is too bad!" The smell of burning human blood was so bad that Ma Shuangpeng had to quickly take the lid and cover the pot. This pot of thick rice porridge must not have a bad smell...

Ma Shuangpeng acted quickly, and the actions in other houses were not slow either. The soldiers silently occupied this house and killed 13 Japanese soldiers.

"Platoon leader, everything has been resolved. The operation went smoothly! In addition to seizing the Japs' personal equipment, we also seized a pot of rice!" Ma Shuangpeng reported, suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth.

"Good, good. We'll talk about the rice later. Now listen to my orders. The combat teams directly under the platoon will stay with me in the yard. Shuangpeng, you lead the machine gun group and the third squad to the alley in the north, and move from east to west to the house. The first squad leader will take the south alley, and the second squad leader will take this alley. Your actions must be as silent as possible, and you must open fire and fight if there is any danger."

"Understood!" Several squad leaders nodded at the same time, knowing the next task.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the soldiers also deployed their troops in the village, heading towards each household in batches. However, at this time, the sound of fighting could be heard from the east side of Woniushan Mountain near Weijia Village, which made the silent night full of sound.

"Damn it, I forgot that some comrades are still fighting! There is no way to kill the devils silently!" At Yin Xing's house, Niu Fengtai patted his head in annoyance, saying that he was not experienced enough. But soon, he appeared at the gate of the house with four soldiers directly under the guard platoon, hid his body behind the stone at the door, and pointed his gun at the street to the west.

At this time, the Japanese would most likely come out from the houses in the village, and then either come to support or form a formation, and you could just shoot and kill them.

As if to verify Niu Fengtai's guess, just as they squatted at the gate and raised their guns, they saw some Japanese soldiers rushing out from the gate of the third house on the west side, holding a Type 20 rifle in their hands and mumbling something. There were quite a few Japanese soldiers rushing out, about of them, and it was unclear why they all concentrated on this house.

Da da da, da da da... quick gunshots rang out, and there were flashes of gunfire in the darkness. Then, among the Japanese soldiers rushing out from the west, one of them suddenly trembled and fell straight to the ground.

Ding, ding, dang... the bullet shells rolled onto the stones, making a pleasant sound, as if responding to the owner's happy mood.

In just a few seconds, the gunfire stopped, Niu Fengtai flashed into the yard, and casually replaced the magazine with a new 35-round magazine.

"You know what, the submachine guns given by the arsenal are really good, and the firepower is really strong!" Niu Fengtai muttered softly as he listened to the continued gunfire outside. (End of this chapter)