Bright Sword: From Border Region Manufacturing to Major National Heavy Industry

Chapter 258 No ordinary person
The brigade commander didn't answer the staff officer with words, but instead demonstrated his stance directly with actions: "Fire!"

As soon as the brigade commander gave the order, a patrol squad pretended to be patrolling here. They spotted the Japanese soldiers and immediately opened fire on them.

Of course, given that the fighting power of this small Japanese unit should not be underestimated, the patrol team of this platoon did not directly engage in a direct confrontation.

Instead, after firing, they quickly moved to a different location and sought cover.

boom!
boom!
The Japanese soldiers reacted very quickly; almost as soon as the platoon of soldiers moved to a new position, several grenade launchers landed precisely where they had just fired.

One soldier was even a little too slow and got grazed by shrapnel.

Upon seeing this situation, both the brigade commander and the staff officer's pupils shrank instantly.

fast!
It's so fast!

The grenade launcher was fired by a Japanese scout, and within seconds of being attacked, the grenade launcher retaliated.

Moreover, the shot was incredibly accurate.

This accuracy seems to have become an instinctive muscle; there's no need to aim, the shell is fired directly into the chamber.

With soldiers of such formidable fighting prowess, it's no wonder that Kong Jie was utterly defeated in the Battle of Yangcun, losing by a margin of 200 to 0.

Not only is his reaction speed top-notch, but his combat ability is also top-notch.

At the same time, the sudden exchange of fire caught Special Agent Captain Yamamoto Ichiki off guard.

He hadn't expected that even with the scouts being so careful, they would still run into the Eighth Route Army guerrillas.

Although the opposing guerrilla force consisted of only one squad.

But once a firefight breaks out here, there are no more fighter jets.

This is similar to Yamamoto Ichiki's previous surprise attack on Daxia Bay. He fought with a regiment of the Eighth Route Army in Yangcun, so there was no point in going to Daxia Bay again.

The same thing is happening now; the special forces team is exposed as soon as a firefight breaks out here.

The Eighth Route Army will send reinforcements in a continuous stream.

Although the special forces are very powerful, the essence of special operations lies in surprise and precise killing.

Instead of engaging in a war of attrition with a large number of enemy troops.

"Damn it!" Yamamoto Ichiki stomped his foot angrily, but without hesitation, he decisively ordered, "Retreat!"

Seeing that Yamamoto Ichiki had decided to withdraw after the fighter jets disappeared in just a few seconds, the brigade commander immediately ordered, "Blind Cheng, open fire!"

"Yes, Brigade Commander!" Blind Cheng nodded and immediately ordered the artillery to fire.

boom!
boom!
boom!
……

The infantry guns and hell cannons roared together.

The shells whistled down towards the heads of Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces.

Yamamoto's special forces reacted quickly, scattering rapidly.

Of course, no matter how fast they react, the destructive power of the Hell Cannon is no joke.

Several explosions followed, resulting in the deaths and injuries of more than ten special agents.

"Get out of here!" Taking advantage of the lull in the shell loading, Yamamoto Ichiki carried one of the wounded special agents and quickly retreated.

The other agents reacted quickly, carrying their wounded or mortally injured comrades and following in Yamamoto Ichiki's footsteps.

By the time the brigade commander was about to fire again, the Japanese soldiers had already crossed the ravine, making further shelling pointless.

Blind Cheng was completely dumbfounded: "Brigade Commander, is this even human? It doesn't feel human at all. Its reaction speed and reaction time are too fast. Once it realizes it's at a disadvantage, it doesn't even bother to fight back and quickly gets away."

Such an elite force.

Even if we surround them, completely annihilating them would probably not be an easy task.

Only by making sufficient preparations in advance and bombarding them with artillery fire can we succeed.

The staff officer also had a solemn expression: "Back then, when they fought a skirmish with Regiment Commander Kong, they still managed to kill two hundred of his men. Now, if it weren't for your order, Brigade Commander, not to engage in direct combat, our casualties would probably be no better than Regiment Commander Kong's."

"Let's go take a look." The brigade commander suppressed his shock and stepped out of his hiding place.

"Brigade Commander, aren't you afraid these Japanese devils might come back? Why don't we scout ahead first?" A staff officer, worried about the situation, urged the brigade commander to go directly.

"This Japanese commander is no simpleton. He knows what it means to be exposed. Since he slipped away so quickly, he won't come back." The brigade commander said as he strode over.

The brigade commander arrived at the site of the shelling and saw that not a single Japanese soldier had been left behind... Well, apart from footprints and blood, the Japanese had left nothing behind.

The brigade commander still sighed, "Although these Japanese devils are extremely hateful, I have to admit that their soldiers' battlefield skills are truly exceptional. I wonder when we will be able to build such a unit."

Although the brigade commander recognized the unit's formidable combat capabilities, he could still come up with a solution.

Training such a highly capable force is probably not that simple.

"Sigh, Brigade Commander, it's still a bit of a pity," sighed Blind Cheng. "The deadly trap we set for these Japanese devils, they couldn't even step into it." According to the original plan, after the Japanese "accidentally" discovered the fake tungsten ore and relayed the message to the main force via their radio, they would definitely continue to track it with their military dogs.

Several kilometers away, the brigade commander had already prepared ample artillery fire.

As soon as these Japanese soldiers stepped into that area, they would be bombarded and turned into cannon fodder.

Unfortunately, they ignored the discovery of the buried object and chose to continue their investigation.

The brigade commander had no choice but to implement a backup plan.

That is to fire the infantry guns and hell cannons that have been pre-set to firing angles.

The purpose of these pre-set artillery pieces was not to kill the Japanese soldiers, but to blast open the ground.

The fake tungsten sand buried underneath was blasted out and scattered in the pockets or on the bodies of the Japanese soldiers. They took it back with them, and upon closer inspection, they discovered that the black sand in their pockets and on their bodies was not ordinary.

Once the Japanese quickly determine that it is tungsten ore, their main force will immediately swarm in.

In this way, the brigade commander's goal of using fake tungsten ore to lure the Kumamoto Division's sweeping army was truly achieved.

"On the battlefield, nothing is absolute." The brigade commander quickly composed himself and said, "The Japanese will be making a big move soon, so you should hurry up and get the transport team over here to dig."

Cheng the Blind Man's words are indeed very regrettable.

But there was nothing they could do; this Japanese commander was no ordinary man, and he wouldn't listen to any of that.

In this first encounter, the brigade commander witnessed firsthand how formidable this man was.

The brigade commander's fighting spirit rose again.

If I can't get you this time, I don't believe you can escape next time!
"Yes, brigade commander." The staff officer nodded.

Sending the transport team to excavate was, of course, also a show for the Japanese.

After all, the Japanese knew we had buried something here, and there was a hell cannon guarding it. They could easily guess that we had buried important supplies here.

Soon, they will use the radio to call for reconnaissance planes to come here.

When the Japanese reconnaissance planes came over, they discovered that our transport team was making the most of the time to dig and move things. After analyzing the black sand scattered in the pockets of Yamamoto Ichiki's team members, they could easily deduce that the burial site on Yang'er Mountain contained tungsten ore that we had seized from the military train.

……

Yamamoto Ichiki led the special forces team to safety and arrived at a secluded, deserted place to rest.

The medics quickly treated the wounded soldiers' wounds. Yamamoto Ichiki said to the radio operator, "Send a message to the Army Air Force immediately. There are suspected important supplies buried by the Eighth Route Army in Yang'er Mountain! Send them the coordinates of Yang'er Mountain and have them send out reconnaissance planes to investigate Yang'er Mountain immediately."

"Yes, Colonel." The radio operator quickly transcribed Yamamoto Ichiki's words into numbers and sent the message according to the codebook.

One of the team members approached Yamamoto Ichiki and said, "Colonel, this is still a bit strange. Our scouts clearly found no enemy, but it seems like the enemy suddenly appeared. Moreover, they prepared heavy artillery in advance, and the heavy artillery was aimed at us beforehand. It seems too illogical."

“On the battlefield, there is no such thing as reasonable or unreasonable.” Yamamoto Ichiki shook his head and said, “Since there are important supplies buried there by the Eighth Route Army, their defenses must be extraordinary. No matter how careful our scouts are, they will definitely be discovered. As for how they are discovered, that’s not important.”

Immediately afterwards, Yamamoto Ichiki said, "The important thing is that they also protected it with heavy artillery, so this batch of supplies must not be ordinary supplies."

"Colonel, what kind of supplies could those be?" the team member deduced. "Is it machinery and equipment that the Eighth Route Army looted from our side, or military raw materials?"

"If I'm not mistaken, it's military raw material!" Yamamoto Ichiki declared firmly.

"What military raw materials could be worth the Eighth Route Army's efforts..." Before the team member could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened: "Colonel, could it be the strategic metal tungsten sand that was lost from our military train?"

"Look what's in your pockets." Yamamoto Ichiki pointed to the team member's pockets.

Yamamoto Ichiki noticed this detail during the retreat.

They discovered black sand scattered in his pocket, which is why he made a brief stop there and immediately ordered the radio operator to send a telegram to the Army Air Force to send a reconnaissance plane to investigate.

If a reconnaissance plane detects that the Eighth Route Army is rushing to dig and move things, then the nature of the crime can basically be determined.

Of course, the reason for using the word "basically" is that Yamamoto Ichiki still needed to quickly find military experts for final confirmation.

The team member felt his pocket and pulled out some loose black sand particles.

These black sand particles were clearly not ordinary sand. The team members were moved and delighted: "Team members, this is probably tungsten sand. This is most likely the tungsten sand that our military train lost. No wonder the Eighth Route Army was so heavily guarded, no wonder they prepared heavy artillery protection in advance. It turns out that tungsten sand was buried there."

Immediately afterward, the team member said, "Then quickly send a telegram to Commander Kumamoto and tell him to march on Yang'er Mountain immediately!"

"There's only one radio station. Once the telegrams to the Army Air Force are sent, we'll send telegrams to Division Commander Kumamoto and Commander Shinozuka separately." Yamamoto Ichiki wanted to send telegrams to everyone immediately, but there was no way around it; there was only one radio station, so he had to send them one by one.

"That's true."

The scene was quiet; no one spoke, only the beeping of the telegraph machine could be heard.

The atmosphere was also a bit... well, you know.

The operation to track the enemy by scent with military dogs failed, but they unexpectedly discovered what appeared to be tungsten ore that the Eighth Route Army had been robbing, which was a stroke of good luck.

(End of this chapter)