Wandering the Heavens

Chapter 305: Sword 8

As soon as Yamamoto Ikki finished speaking, several Japanese soldiers untied the hook ropes on their bodies, swung them around in their hands a few times, and threw them to the top of the cliff. Eight hook ropes were thrown out at the same time, and five of them successfully hooked the target on the top of the cliff. After pulling hard to make sure there was no problem, the five Japanese soldiers grabbed the ropes and climbed up the cliff.

In three minutes, the first Japanese soldier reached the top of the cliff. He was taking out his submachine gun and starting to observe and be on guard, but he heard an explosion behind him.

At the bottom of the cliff, Yamamoto Ikki's face turned pale as he looked at the three Japanese soldiers who fell to death in front of him, and his heart was filled with more fear. Someone in the Eighth Route Army had already noticed his special forces and conducted targeted training!

The Japanese soldiers were stubborn. Before Yamamoto Ikki gave the order to retreat, they continued to throw out hook ropes and climb to the top of the cliff. The commander said that they would create history for the First Army. Such intensive climbing triggered the booby traps on the cliff, and the team suffered a total of eight casualties.

"idiot!"

Yamamoto Ikki clenched his fists, as if he wanted to catch the guy who set the trap here and cut him into pieces.

After paying such a heavy price, the Japanese did not gain nothing. Now only Yamamoto Ikki and a Japanese soldier in charge of radio communication were left. The Japanese soldier above counted the number of people and began to move towards the direction on the map. As a result, after taking a few steps, a Japanese soldier stepped on a landmine and had one leg blown off.

Along with the sound of mine explosions there were dense gunshots and wooden-handled grenades exploding in mid-air. Although these grenades used black powder due to insufficient raw material, they still exploded. Even if they didn't kill them, the impact of the explosion on their physical and mental state was huge.

Yamamoto Ikki listened to the movement on the top of the cliff and knew that the other side had made perfect preparations. This operation was about to fail. He reluctantly ordered a retreat and found an opportunity to avenge the previous humiliation.

There was no more gunfire from the top of the cliff, which made Zhao Gang feel relieved. He thought that the devils had retreated, so he ordered the soldiers to split into two groups, one to count the wounded and the dead, and the other to search forward carefully. While marching, pay attention to the traps and mines laid by the previous battalion. There are signs in such places that can be recognized by the soldiers of the independent regiment. Just go around them when you see them.

Back to the Huting stronghold, when Yamamoto Ikki was being beaten, Li Yunlong saw through the telescope that three trucks drove out of the Huting stronghold and entered the ambush circle. The Japanese leaders who looked like high-ranking officials got off the trucks, walked to the front of the convoy, looked around, and seemed to be chatting?

When Li Yunlong saw that the big fish had taken the bait, he immediately ordered his men to open fire.

Yu Xian had been waiting for this moment. He raised his gun and pointed it at the Japanese machine gunner who had been observing him for a long time, then pulled the trigger, but the shot missed. The trajectory was off to the left, wasting a bullet. He quickly pulled the bolt to reload and aim again, killing the machine gunner with one shot, and then the machine gun assistant.

Yu Xian had a total of ten original bullets in his hand. Except for the first shot which missed the target because he was not familiar with the trajectory, the rest of the bullets were fired. Nine Japanese soldiers with heavy firepower were shot in the head. They were either machine gunners or grenade throwers.

When Yu Xian was still thinking about exchanging the original bullets with someone else, the charge sounded. There was no choice but to charge forward with grenades and guns!

In this high-altitude terrain, the dive speed of the people was enhanced, and with the mature three-three formation, the remaining heavy firepower of the Japanese could no longer pose much threat to the first battalion. When they were close to the throwing distance of the grenades, the soldiers threw all the grenades out, and there was another deafening explosion.

Taking advantage of the grenade explosion, the soldiers rushed to the enemy and started hand-to-hand combat. After Yu Xian threw the grenade in his hand, he loaded the bullets made in the border area into the magazine and started to call the roll again.

After killing three machine gunners, he was pushed from behind.

"What the hell are you still shooting here for? Stop wasting bullets!"

Yu Xian turned around and saw that the person who pushed him was Li Yunlong, who was holding a big knife in his hand.

"I'm sorry, commander. I'll charge after I fire the last two bullets." Yu Xian didn't explain anything. He raised his gun and killed two more Japanese soldiers who wanted to grab the machine gun before charging forward.

"This guy is a damn sharpshooter!" Li Yunlong glanced at Yu Xian's back, raised his sword and rushed forward.

Chu Yunfei watched the soldiers of the first battalion rushing towards the Japanese like a tide. He thought to himself that his 358th Regiment was considered elite in the Shanxi-Suiyuan Army, but it still lost by a large margin to the Independent Regiment.

The waiting time for the battle exceeded twenty-four hours, but the entire battle process was over in less than fifteen minutes.

Several Japanese leaders were surrounded by soldiers. In this situation, they asked the translator to come out and talk about a duel between the two sides. Yu Xian looked at the translator who was speaking and pressed the bullet into the magazine without saying a word, then pulled the bolt to load the gun.

"boom!"

Only one gunshot was heard, and a lieutenant was shot in the head, followed by the sound of a bolt being pulled, and then another gunshot, and another lieutenant fell to the ground.

Li Yunlong saw Yu Xian killing the two men without blinking an eye. He was still pulling the bolt to load the rifle. He was too lazy to listen to what the interpreter said. He quickly raised the twenty-shot gun in his hand and snatched the heads of the major general and the two lieutenants.

Knowing that Yu Xian remembered the Yangcun encounter, it was no problem for him to kill the Japanese whenever he saw them. The regiment commander was a bit unfair for grabbing the heads, not leaving one or two for others. However, Yu Xian's shooting skills were really good, he could shoot the Japanese in the head without aiming.

"Captain, how are you going to wear your clothes if they are torn?"

Yu Xian complained as he pulled out the bullets. He wanted to keep the clothes so that he could use them when he formed a special operations team to carry out combat missions, but Li Yunlong had poked several holes in them.

"You are being unreasonable, kid. Clean up the battlefield. I will deal with you after I return to meet up with Political Commissioner Zhao!"

Li Yunlong gave the order promptly and without blushing or beating his heart, he walked to the bodies of several Japanese soldiers and picked up the command knife and held it in his arms. Everyone looked at the triumphant expression on the regiment commander's face and cursed him for being so careless. If they had known earlier, they should have gone up and grabbed the knife first.

Li Yunlong had taken away all the command swords, and everyone had to clean up the battlefield according to their respective division of labor. Yu Xian looked at the three trucks with envy, but due to time constraints, he was unable to dismantle the spare parts and take them away. He could only take out the captured grenades and put them in the cockpit to set up the detonation device. No matter how industrialized the Japanese were at this time, not everyone could drive, and the less driver was killed, the better.

To be fair, the spoils of this battle were not perfect either. Yu Xian felt a headache when he saw the five or six Type 14 Southern rifles in front of him. However, the spoils would be returned to the public. There was a high probability that they would be transferred to Zhang Wanhe for further processing to ensure quality before being distributed.

In half an hour, the first battalion cleaned up the battlefield and took the captured items and the bodies of the fallen soldiers to the headquarters to reunite with Zhao Gang.

When the Japanese corpse collection team arrived, the First Battalion had already cleaned up the battlefield and evacuated. All that was left was a pile of Japanese corpses stripped to their loincloths and three trucks that could not be taken away. Considering that the officers were all respectable people, the First Battalion left them with hats.

The Japanese leader at the Huting stronghold reported the annihilation of the battlefield observation group to the higher authorities. Xiao Zhuo Yi'nan didn't feel much. The empire had no shortage of officers. A lot of people's qualifications were stuck there because there was no room for them to be employed. If they died, they could be promoted from among them. As long as the army was still there, it would be fine.

Yamamoto Ikki didn't think so. The Yamamoto Special Forces he formed had failed twice in two attacks, which was something he could not tolerate because of his pride. Seeing that Shinozuka Yoshio did not blame him for the failure, he encouraged him to keep trying.

Although this operation was planned with Yamamoto's special forces as the core, the destruction of the battlefield observation group had nothing to do with Yamamoto Ikki's plan. Who could have imagined that there would be an army hiding under the nose of the Imperial Army, which would unexpectedly wipe out hundreds of people.

In fact, Yamamoto Ikki still concealed the real reason for his failure. He did not dare to say that he failed this time because his opponent also had the awareness of special forces combat. He only said that they had taken precautions. The special forces faced an enemy that was ten times more than their number and fought in the daytime, which led to their failure under this disadvantage.

At the headquarters of the 386th Brigade, the brigade commander looked at Li Yunlong, who was standing in front of him with a good look on his face, then glanced at the command knife and several well-made pistols on the table. He gritted his teeth and raised the whip in his hand several times and then put it down again.

"Brigade Commander, if you want to fight, then fight. If you want to scold, then scold. It's uncomfortable to hold it in." Li Yunlong spoke quickly when he saw the awkward atmosphere.

For such a request, the brigade commander whipped him twice.

"Go back to your independent regiment. I'll report to the boss and let him decide what to do with you!"

Hearing this, Li Yunlong felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly ran away. The brigade commander accepted the things, which meant that he would take responsibility for the matter.