ushernet Chapter 365 Yamamoto Ichiki's Evil Plan
Chapter 365 Yamamoto Ichiki's Evil Plan
Zhang Ling's face suddenly changed. He finally understood that he had fallen into Yamamoto Ikki's trap. This was a trap deliberately set by the Japanese army!
The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of soil filled the air. Zhang Ling crouched down, taking advantage of the undulating terrain of the hillside, and moved forward cautiously. He held a Type 38 rifle tightly in his hand, and through the scope, he could see every move of the Japanese.
"Damn it, these Japs really know how to pick a location." Zhang Ling cursed in his heart. The Japs chose an open area as their position, backed by a forest, which made it easy to defend but difficult to attack.
"Captain, when are we going to start?" A head popped out from the bushes beside Zhang Ling. It was Li Hu. This guy was an old subordinate of Zhang Ling. He had traveled with Zhang Ling from modern society and was loyal to him.
"Don't worry, wait for Zhuzi and the others." Zhang Ling whispered, his eyes never leaving the scope, "These devils are well-equipped. If we fight them head-on, we will suffer no consequences."
Li Hu retracted his head and lowered his voice, "Captain, do you think we can still go back?"
This question has been lingering in their minds since they traveled to this war-torn era. Zhang Ling sighed. How could he answer this question?
"Report to the company commander! Wang Xikui, the platoon leader of the third platoon of the first company of the first battalion of the independent regiment, is here to report!" A loud voice came from behind. Zhang Ling turned around and saw a burly man with a full beard standing behind him, holding a Czech light machine gun in his hand and a grenade on his waist.
Zhang Ling's eyes lit up. Wang Xikui, the fierce fighter of the independent regiment, he didn't expect to meet him in this world. It seems that this operation is a success!
"Platoon Leader Wang, you've come just in time. I was just wondering how to tackle this tough problem!" Zhang Ling smiled and walked over to him, patting Wang Xikui on the shoulder. "Let's go and discuss tactics."
The three of them gathered together and discussed the battle plan in a low voice. Zhang Ling pointed at the map and said to Wang Xikui, "Platoon Leader Wang, you lead your men to encircle from the left to attract the enemy's firepower. I will lead my men to attack from the front, and Zhuzi will lead his men to encircle from the right to try to wipe out this group of enemy soldiers in one fell swoop!"
Wang Xikui glanced at the map and grinned, "Captain, just watch and I will make sure you complete the mission!"
In the evening, as the sun sets, the sky is dyed blood red, as if foreshadowing the upcoming bloody battle.
"Zhu Zi, when the signal sounds, you lead the charge!" Zhang Ling whispered to Zhu Zi behind him. Zhu Zi was an orphan Zhang Ling rescued in a battle. He had been with Zhang Ling since he was young. Although he was young, he was brave in battle and was Zhang Ling's right-hand man.
"Don't worry, Captain!" Zhuzi whispered, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
Zhang Ling took a deep breath, raised the Type 38 rifle in his hand, and aimed at a Type 99 light machine gun in front of the Japanese position.
"boom!"
A gunshot broke the silence of the forest. The bullet accurately hit the Japanese machine gunner, and the Japanese fell to the ground.
"Fight!" Zhang Ling roared and rushed out first.
For a moment, there was a burst of gunfire and shouts of killing. The soldiers of the independent regiment launched a fierce attack on the Japanese positions like tigers descending from the mountains.
Wang Xikui held a Czech light machine gun and fired all the way. Bullets poured out like raindrops. The Japanese were caught off guard and fell in a pool of blood.
Zhuzi led his men to charge out from the right side, with the big knife in his hand flying up and down, as if he was in an empty space. The screams of the Japanese soldiers rose one after another.
Zhang Ling held a Type 38 rifle and continued to take the lives of the Japanese. His bullets pierced through the smoke and hit the target accurately.
The battle was extremely brutal. Both sides were bloodthirsty. The battlefield was littered with corpses and blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
At this moment, Zhang Ling suddenly felt a dangerous aura. He instinctively rolled to the side and a bullet almost grazed his scalp.
Zhang Ling looked up and saw a tall Japanese officer holding a samurai sword, staring at him fiercely. This man was the commander of this Japanese army - Yamamoto Ikki!
Yamamoto Ikki smiled grimly, brandishing his samurai sword and rushing towards Zhang Ling. Zhang Ling did not dare to delay, and raised his gun to shoot, but found that he had run out of bullets. Yamamoto Ikki was extremely fast, and in a flash he was in front of Zhang Ling, and the samurai sword chopped down on his head with a cold light.
At the critical moment, Zhang Ling dodged sideways and kicked Yamamoto Ikki in the chest. Yamamoto Ikki was kicked back a few steps, but he was not injured, but became more angry.
"Baga!" Yamamoto Ikki roared and rushed forward again.
Zhang Ling had no way to retreat at this time, so he had to bite the bullet and fight. He picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it hard at Yamamoto Ikki. Yamamoto Ikki swung his knife to block it, and the stone broke into several pieces, and the fragments flew everywhere.
The two fought hand-to-hand, punching and kicking each other, and it was difficult to tell who was the winner. Although Zhang Ling had undergone special training, Yamamoto Ikki was a veteran after all, and his moves were fierce and sophisticated, and Zhang Ling gradually fell behind.
"boom!"
A gunshot rang out, and Yamamoto Ikki's body shook, and he slowly fell down. Zhang Ling looked back and saw Zhuzi holding a gun with smoke coming out of the muzzle.
"Captain, are you okay?" Zhuzi ran to Zhang Ling and asked with concern.
"It's okay, thanks to you." Zhang Ling panted and patted Zhuzi on the shoulder, "Zhuzi, your shooting skills are getting more and more accurate!"
Zhuzi scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Hehe, it's all because of the captain's good teaching."
Zhang Ling walked to Yamamoto Ikki's body and kicked it, "You little devil, you have come to this day!"
At this moment, a voice came from a distance, "Lao Zhang, you are so lucky, you almost died here!"
Zhang Ling looked up and saw Li Yunlong coming over with a few people, followed by Wang Xikui.
"Old Li, why are you here?" Zhang Ling asked in surprise.
"Why can't I come? You guys are having a great time fighting here, and I'm almost deafened by the gunshots from behind!" Li Yunlong cursed with a smile.
"Hehe, I'm just afraid that you'll worry." Zhang Ling said with a smile.
"Don't try to play tricks on me, kid. Don't I know you? You must be trying to steal the credit again, right?" Li Yunlong saw through Zhang Ling's thoughts at a glance.
"Hehe, Old Li, you still understand me." Zhang Ling did not deny it. After all, it was not the first time he did such a thing.
"Okay, stop joking. Let's clean up the battlefield and prepare to retreat!" Li Yunlong waved his hand and said.
"Yes!" Zhang Ling, Wang Xikui and others responded in unison.
The soldiers of the independent regiment quickly cleaned up the battlefield, gathered the captured weapons, ammunition and supplies together, and prepared to evacuate.
"Old Zhang, you did a good job this time. You actually killed Yamamoto Ikki!" Li Yunlong walked to Zhang Ling, patted him on the shoulder and said.
"Hehe, good luck, good luck." Zhang Ling said modestly, but he was very happy in his heart.
"Yamamoto Ikki is the commander of the Japanese special forces. You have made a great contribution this time!" Li Yunlong said with a smile, "I will recommend you for the credit when I get back!"
"Hehe, thank you very much, Lao Li!" Zhang Ling said with a smile.
The soldiers of the independent regiment marched towards the base in a mighty procession, carrying the prisoners and spoils of war.
As the sun sets, the sunset dyes half the sky red, stretching the figures of the soldiers of the independent regiment very long...
"Captain, do you think we can still go back?" Zhuzi walked beside Zhang Ling and suddenly asked.
Zhang Ling was silent. He didn't know the answer to this question. Ever since they traveled to this war-torn era, this question has been lingering in their minds.
They came from the future and were full of unfamiliarity and fear about this world, but they quickly adapted to life here and found their own goals and beliefs.
"Zhu Zi, we can't go back, and we don't want to go back." Zhang Ling looked at the sunset in the distance and said slowly, "Here are our comrades and our beliefs. We want to defeat the Japanese devils here and build a new China!"
Zhuzi looked at Zhang Ling's determined eyes and nodded firmly, "Captain, you are right, we are not going anywhere, we will follow you and fight the devils!"
Zhang Ling patted Zhuzi's shoulder and a relieved smile appeared on his face.
Just then, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounds were heard, and a soldier on horseback came galloping over.
"Report to the regiment commander, the brigade commander has an urgent message!"
Yamamoto Ikki! This name flashed through Zhang Ling's mind like a flash of lightning, and he instantly understood how critical the situation was. This Japanese special forces commander, known for his cunning and cruelty, actually appeared on this battlefield.
"Zhu Zi, retreat!" Zhang Ling yelled, raised his gun, aimed at Yamamoto Ikki, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The bullet whizzed out, but Yamamoto Ikki was prepared and dodged the fatal blow by leaning sideways. He smiled grimly, brandished the samurai sword, and rushed towards Zhang Ling.
Zhang Ling cursed inwardly and quickly jumped back. Yamamoto Ikki's speed was extremely fast, and the blade almost passed by Zhang Ling's nose. The cold murderous aura made Zhang Ling shiver.
"Damn it, I'm going to fight you!" Seeing this, Zhuzi roared, rushed forward waving a big knife, and stood in front of Zhang Ling.
"Looking for death!" A trace of disdain flashed in Yamamoto Ikki's eyes, and he swung his samurai sword. A cold light flashed, and Zhuzi felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw that a shiny blade had pierced his chest.
"Zhu Zi!" Zhang Ling's eyes were bloodshot as he watched Zhu Zi fall in a pool of blood.
"Haha, you Chinese pig, you can't even withstand a single blow!" Yamamoto Ikki laughed wildly and raised his knife to chop at Zhang Ling again.
Zhang Ling suppressed his grief and anger, rolled over to avoid the attack, picked up the submachine gun on the ground, and pulled the trigger at Yamamoto Ikki.
"Da da da..." Dense bullets shot towards Yamamoto Ikki like raindrops. Yamamoto Ikki had to swing his sword to block them. For a moment, sparks flew and swords flashed.