Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At 3:45 a.m., Weixian Xicheng East District.

Unlike the city walls filled with smoke and gunfire and Yingen Gate, the Fangzi Allied Expatriate Concentration Camp seemed not affected by the war at this time.

The inside and outside of the high wall are like two worlds.

Only the occasional Japanese yelling and flickering torches can make the bystanders feel a slight undercurrent.

At the edge of the concentration camp, Wei Dayong waved his hand and the soldiers of the three assault platoons used the surrounding buildings as cover to touch their respective predetermined targets.

"superior!"

"Everyone is careful to be concealed."

"When necessary, everyone should try not to shoot!"

The concentration camp used by the Japanese to detain expatriates in the Allied Powers was originally a Ledao Court built by the Chou people.

There are not only teaching buildings for primary and middle schools, but also exotic courtyards and cathedrals, and even two towering observatorys.

With the help of the connected building complex, the commandos of the First Land Brigade merged into the night like ghosts, quietly shuttled through the shadows.

As for the patrol Japanese and guard posts?

The current Xicheng City Wall is seriously lacking in troops and line-filling troops, and even some civilians in the concentration camp have been sent to the battlefield. It’s good for the Japanese to suppress the prisoners, so they don’t have the energy to maintain their alert level.

Besides, the 12th Japanese Army has been operating in Weixian for many years, and the local diaspora even called this place Nagoya in China.

Who would have thought that an elite commando of the Eighth Route Army would suddenly emerge in this city that is regarded as the absolute rear?

"The machine gun teams, each occupy favorable shooting positions, aimed at the high threat Japanese troops in the square, and opened fire after hearing my order."

"40 Rockets, go to the direction of three o'clock. Once the battle begins, your mission is to blow up the whistle tower and don't give the enemy a chance to give it a break."

"Apart from the three rows that were winged, everyone else followed me to attack head-on."

The light machine gun is large in size and is not suitable for rushing into the room area to shoot at close range, so the firepower team was arranged by Wei Dayong in a position with a wide field of vision to wait for opportunities to support.

Under the order of the captain, the four groups of soldiers took their crooked hands that had not been used for a long time to find their own locations.

Some of them lay beside natural bunkers, while others were placed in the corners of buildings. There was also agile machine gun immortal, holding his weapons and ammunition directly onto the empty whistle.

After the firepower team was ready for combat, Wei Dayong led the soldiers to continue walking through the concentration camp.

Under the moonlight, the shadow of the building coated the commando with a layer of dark cover. Everyone's steps were light and accurate, cleverly avoiding the enemy's vision.

Soon, the comrades arrived at the residence of the allied expatriates.

With the light of torches and street lights, Wei Dayong saw Captain Igarashi who was showing off his might, and the ugly naval sergeant who was smashed to the ground with a butt.

"Hmph, it's really a dog that can't change his shit. This is probably the last crazy thing for the Japanese."

"First row, follow me. Huzi, you bring the second row to provide us with firepower support. Remember, everyone should protect the safety of the allied expatriates as much as possible."

"All the Japanese soldiers with guns will be killed!"

"Click."

With the sound of uniform cut-offs, all rifles and submachine guns have entered a waiting state.

After the whole row of soldiers advanced to the best charge area, Wei Dayong raised the Mas-38 in his hand and ordered loudly in the communication channel:

"Open fire! Don't capture prisoners, don't leave any one!"

In an instant, more than twenty submachine guns spit out their flames at the same time.

The dense bullets poured down like a storm, woven into a firepower net without dead corners, completely covering the Japanese.

Faced with the dense barrage of hundreds of bullets, Captain Igarashi and the Japanese around him were torn apart by the violent bullets before they could scream.

On the mail, the Japanese machine gunners were frightened by the sudden attack.

After identifying the identity of the attacker, they decisively turned the guns, and the two Type 92 heavy machine guns made a sharp sound of metal friction, preparing to suppress the Eighth Route Army commando in the target area.

"40 Fire! Quick!"

"Let's fire!"

As the rocket roared through the air, four fire dragons tore through the night. At less than a hundred meters, the Rockets shot their guns without any suspense.

The debris and soil of the bricks splashed everywhere, and the two 92 heavy machine guns were also curled and deformed in the flames.

The final hope of the Japanese concentration camp turned around without even a bullet, and they turned into waste materials with the machine gunner who was dying with the eyes of revenge.

"One row, stay alert!"

"Huzi, you take the second row to clear the field and pull out all the hidden Japanese!"

"yes!"

Thanks to the limited penetration of the submachine gun bullets, and the assault team led by Wei Dayong, all of them were accurate in shooting skills, and each bullet avoided the hostages as if they had eyes. When the smoke of gunpowder gradually became thinner under the light, the allied expatriates were shocked to find that they had not even had a trace of scratches on their bodies except for wood chips and wall ash.

Their blood-filled eyes were filled with disbelief, and the suppressed cheers suddenly exploded until someone touched their intact bodies tremblingly.

Amid the cheers, there were not only the ecstasy of surviving the disaster, but also the **** accusations of hundreds of days and nights of inhuman torture.

Considering that the scene was not completely safe, Wei Dayong first helped up the injured Navy sergeant of the Ugly Kingdom, and then raised the volume and announced loudly in authentic British English:

"We are the Eighth Route Army and the troops of the Republic of China, and everyone is saved!"

"The medical team will arrive soon. Our first brigade of the land war will take care of everyone on the scene! From now on, no Japanese army can hurt you anymore. I promise you with the honor of the soldiers."

“Welcome back to the free world.”

After saying that, the monk turned around and ordered the soldiers behind him.

"Distribute the military rations and water on us, give priority to taking care of seriously injured people and the elderly and young people. Remember to send people to maintain order on the scene. Then contact the helicopter reconnaissance company and let them carry enough food and medical supplies."

"receive!"

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At the critical moment when Wei Dayong was at the time of resettlement of the allied expatriates, the three rows led by Duan Peng also rushed to the office area where the civilians in the concentration camp were located.

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Seeing that the Japanese were burning documents in a hurry, he raised his gun and fired without hesitation to prevent the other party from destroying the evidence, and then ordered coldly:

"No one who resists, keep no one!"

Under the raid, all civilians equipped with pistols were killed. Some books didn't even have the chance to turn around and slid and kneel, so they were shot into a sieve by the submachine gun.

Seeing that the situation was irreversible, the highest commander of the concentration camp, Shinbao Zhongzuo, drew out the gun without hesitation.

The reason why the old Japanese drew their guns was not that they wanted to turn the situation around with a Southern 94 style, but that they were preparing to commit suicide.

Because he knew very well that as the manager of this concentration camp, once he fell into the hands of the Eighth Route Army or the Allies, death would probably become a luxury.

It’s a pity that the Southern Style 94 gun is another masterpiece of the Southern Master.

The moment he raised the gun, a fire-breaking bullet penetrated his ear. The severe pain made the old Japanese reflexively release the broken copper and iron in his hand.

When the Sangbao Zhongzuo tried to pick up the pistol, Duan Peng's iron knee was already pressing against his neck.

"Ah! Who are you? Eighth Route Army paratroopers?"

"I can't breathe, I can't breathe anymore."

Duan Peng grinned when he heard the bad Chinese. He first **** the only prisoner with a rope, and then said to his comrades beside him:

"Zakazuo, it's quite a good trophy."

"Help me search through the information and see what this old Japanese man is called and what position he holds in the concentration camp."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers who rushed to support immediately put away their submachine guns and took out a document from their military uniforms. Soon, a photo-profile was dug out.

"Kamikaro Nohiko, Nakazusa."

"The devils' methods of managing concentration camps are very cruel. They often enjoy abuse of prisoners on weekdays. They have long been listed as a key target for elimination by local comrades."

As soon as these words came out, a cold light flashed in Duan Peng's eyes.

While thinking about how to deal with the gap between Kamibo Nobuhiko, his knee unconsciously increased its strength, almost breaking the old Japanese neck.

If it weren't for the timely resumption of force, I'm afraid the Zhongzuo would have died under the iron knee.

"Forget it, our Eighth Route Army has regulations that we cannot attack the prisoners. However, we still need to fight the enemy in the subsequent battles, so we will hand him over to the surveillance of the allied countries for now."

When Nobuhiko Kamibo got his final destiny, the old devil actually burst out with amazing brute force.

Seeing this, the soldiers were not polite to him. Everyone first pulled off the curtains and blocked his mouth, then another gun stock was knocked unconscious, and took it away directly like a dog dragging it to death.

After a while, the third raid raid rushed back to the square with various documents and completed the reunion with the large army.

The books were very cruel to the diaspora of the Allies and only provided them with a very small amount of food every day to barely save their lives. Looking at the pale and thin face and being swallowed up to replenish energy, Duan Peng cleared his throat and said loudly:

"Eat slowly, don't worry."

"I also prepared after-dinner exercises for everyone present, I hope everyone will like it."

After talking, the soldiers tied the newly awakened Nobuhiko Kamibo to the street light.

The rescued expatriates put down their food, and everyone's eyes no longer dodged, but stabbed the person who once dominated their life and death like a sharp blade.

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After escorting Shin-yan from Kanbao to the square, Duan Peng quickly deployed four soldiers to maintain his vigilance, and then rushed to the temporary command center of the commando.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, the tall figure of the comrades and several older Westerners immediately caught their eyes.

When Duan Peng recognized the face of one of the white-haired old men, he immediately remembered the story Director Huang had told, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Farewell, Mr. Situ." (End of this chapter)