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Chapter 397 Mashiko advances to the team and follows in Yamamoto's footsteps

The prospecting team led by "Yuan Lang" set off.

In the team of 30, there are five Japanese spies hidden.

After everyone had left, Yuan Lang, who had changed into a dusty gray military uniform, stood by the window with emotion: "I never thought that I, Yuan Lang, a small person, would have such an important position in the hearts of the Japanese army!"

It was not easy for the spies of the Japanese army to sneak into the Eighth Route Army.

There were a total of eight hidden in the Third Independence Regiment, and the Japanese army dispatched five, which is enough to show the importance they attach to him.

Xu Ying brought a cup of hot tea and asked him worriedly: "What happened, why did you have someone pretend to be you?"

Just now, Yuan Lang suddenly came back from the outside and changed his clothes.

But the soldier named Duan Peng changed into his clothes, dressed exactly the same as before.

After going out, he was protected by Monk Wei, Wang Gensheng and others and left.

Xu Ying witnessed all this, even a fool could see what was wrong, and became worried about Yuan Lang's situation.

Yuan Lang took the hot tea and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is just a play we put on, play with the little Japanese."

Xu Ying was comforted, and felt more at ease. She still trusted Yuan Lang:
"Then I'll cook for you. They're all gone, leaving behind a few rough men who can't even cook a meal. What do you want to eat?"

"Don't go out of the yard, what's in the kitchen, I can rest assured of your craftsmanship." Yuan Lang replied casually, squinting his eyes and looking out the window.

What Zhao Gang told him last night was very interesting.

The person who hides the deepest has become an officer of the security department and is quite trusted.

As soon as the news was released, the person couldn't sit still, and secretly ran outside to meet with people.

The identities of the eight Japanese spies have already been clarified, and it seems that they can be directly collected. There is no need to act out today.

However, a message from the checkpoint a few days ago aroused Zhao Gang's association.

The dozen or so people, apart from being arrested because they didn't match the code words, had no other suspicions.

It's not a problem to hold them all the time. Just when he was about to let them go, Zhao Gang learned from Yuan Lang that calluses on the feet are a way to identify the identity of the Japanese army.

How about a try?
It doesn't matter this time, it's all.

Wearing the clothes of the Eighth Route Army, wearing a real serial number, and all speaking pure local dialect.

The disguise is so similar that even standing in front of Zhao Gang, he can't tell the real from the fake at once.

This camouflage is too similar and too terrifying.

Zhao Gang didn't even dare to think about how serious the consequences would be if the other party were really allowed to sneak in.

It would be very fatal if there were dozens of people to attack the headquarters or the arsenal at a critical moment.

The achievements of their Eighth Route Army Special Forces in the past are the best proof that the enemy will pose a serious threat.

Zhao Gang's speculation and association also brought back some memories of Yuan Lang.

Mashiko advances to the team?
He remembered that there was indeed such a unit in history, disguised as the Eighth Route Army, and constantly inquiring and tracking the leadership of the Eighth Route Army.

Under the encirclement and suppression of the Japanese army.

This small unit became a guiding light, pointing out the direction for the Japanese army to encircle and suppress.

It caused great losses to the Eighth Route Army headquarters.

Could it be that this small army got in?

Yuan Lang didn't know much information, so he couldn't confirm his guess.

But both he and Zhao Gang agreed to continue the trick and try to catch the big fish.

Yuan Lang took a sip of hot tea, and said to himself, "Since I'm so important, I've given you a chance, so take it!"

……

On the only way to the fake mine, Mashiko Shigeo, who got the news in advance, led his three teams to ambush.

While waiting, a team leader raised a question in his heart:

"Sir, is Yuan Lang that important? To deal with this person, we need to gather all of us."

He felt that if it was a surprise attack on Li Yunlong, the head of the Eighth Route Army's sub-military region, it would be worth it.

A sneak attack on an unknown Yuan Lang is really not worth their trouble.

Mashiko Shigeo glanced at the other two team leaders, and seemed to notice that they didn't pay enough attention to it, and warned seriously:

"Bring me up, if something goes wrong in a while, don't worry about the ruthlessness of military law."

For soldiers, engaging in military law is very serious.With the charge, Mashiko Shigeo could even shoot those who were weak in combat on the spot.

Not only the three sub-captains, but also cheered up.

The captain of the second division rubbed his face vigorously to refresh himself: "Sir, is Yuan Lang that important?"

Prior to this, Mashiko Shigeo did not share the information with his subordinates in order to keep it secret.

Now that the matter is imminent, some information does not need to be kept secret.

Mashiko Shigeo replied: "Well, he is very important, you can regard him as having the same status as Li Yunlong, the supreme leader of the Eighth Route in this area.

It is best for us to capture this person alive during our trip. If we can pry out information from him, the value generated will be enough for all of us to be promoted to a higher level. "

Everyone gets promoted?
Both the officers and the soldiers thought they had heard it wrong, and Shigeo Shan Mashiko's very serious expression was probably true.

There is no need to say more about the importance of Yuan Lang.

Everyone is gearing up, ready to show their talents and make a contribution in the next battle.

The captain of the second division even took the initiative to ask for Ying: "Sir, the escort team only has 30 people, but five of them are from our army.

I don't think it's necessary to dispatch all of them.

You take a break and give the task to our team, I will definitely capture that man alive and give it to you. "

Mashiko Shigeo glared at him: "You are brave, but you are too stupid. You must not underestimate the enemy."

He warned everyone: "Neither Yuan Lang nor the bodyguards around him are easy to deal with. When a lion fights a rabbit, you must go all out."

The people under his command think that after special training, they are the best. They are really a bunch of megalomaniacs.

Mashiko Shigeo is very aware of the situation of the enemy and ourselves.

No. [-] has inquired about Yuan Lang's past in detail.Proficient in all kinds of weapons, his hands are stained with the blood of imperial soldiers.

It takes a lot of effort to list them one by one.

No. [-] only summed up one sentence: This person killed at least [-] imperial soldiers on the battlefield with his own hands, which is enough to be called a bloody butcher.

Such a powerful person, surrounded by a few people from the Eighth Route Army Special Forces to protect him, is undoubtedly a tough bone.

The team led by Shigeo Mashiko originally wanted to pretend to be the Eighth Route Army and sneak in.

It is not equipped with submachine guns and heavy firepower.

The whole team is only equipped with three-eight caps, grenades, and a few Czech light machine guns.

Although it is better than the ordinary beggar Balu.But it is also limited.

The only thing worthy of praise is that all personnel are well-trained elite fighters, much better than the insufficiently trained Eighth Route Army soldiers.

Even so,

It is also engaged in internal cooperation and external cooperation, and it is also engaged in sneak attacks, which can be said to be taken very seriously.

"Sir, they are here." The observing soldier reminded.

Mashiko Shigeo hurriedly raised his head and looked up.

At the corner of the mountain road, dozens of Eighth Route Army troops were advancing on foot, passing through the narrow corner, and walking towards them.

"Ready to fight!"

The soldier heard the order and quickly pulled the bolt to push the bullet into the chamber.

The machine gunner also aimed his gun at the eighth road on the mountain road.

As time passed, the long marching team had completely entered the ambush circle.

But Mashiko Shigeo did not issue an attack order for a long time.

The captain of the second division reminded in a low voice: "Sir, our men have tied red cloth strips on their guns. That man must be in the team. Let's order the attack."

The five Japanese spies all tied red cloth strips on their rifles, firstly to identify the enemy and secondly to send out signals.

If Yuan Lang wasn't in the marching team, he would be wearing white cloth strips at this moment.

"It's not right, it's too wrong."

Mashiko Shigeo put down the binoculars, squinted his eyes and muttered: "They are hurrying, why are the teams so scattered?
What's more, I saw that many people kept scanning the surrounding environment, not as if they were rushing, but as if they were scouting the enemy's situation. "

He didn't know which link had gone wrong, the only certainty was that something went wrong.

The captain of the second division asked him: "The enemy is about to walk out of the ambush circle, so shall we still fight?"

Mashiko Shigeo moved his thumb, opened the safety of the pistol, aimed at Yalu in the team below, and pulled the trigger to shoot.

"Shoot, attack!"

His hoarse command, full of force, spread across the mountain along with the sound of gunfire.

After receiving the order, five NO.60 people fired in unison at once, and launched the most violent attack on the eight roads on the mountain road.

It's just that this attack was like a punch on the cotton, and there was no force at all.

After Mashiko Shigeo fired the first shot, the eight roads on the mountain road were already prepared, and immediately fell to the ground and rolled behind the nearest bunker.

Most of the sneak attacks that could achieve the most lethal effect have come to nothing.

Only a few eight-way reaction was not fast enough to be shot and fell down.

Seeing the reactions from the eight groups below, Mashiko Zhongxiong secretly thought something was wrong, and his guess came true.

This may be a trap.

The counterattack of the next eight groups made him confirm his guess even more.

I saw eight roads hiding behind the bunker, and six or seven people took out their submachine guns, found the right position, and tacitly fired at the Japanese army on the hillside to suppress fire.

There were two Eight Routes, and they even took out the grenades directly, and decisively fired grenades towards the Japanese positions on the hillside.

They seemed to have foreseen that they would be ambushed and prepared a counterattack strategy.

There were two gunshots, and the two light machine guns misfired. The main shooter was shot in the head, and his white brains were sprayed all over the floor.

"Asshole, is this still an ambush?"

Mashiko Shigeo cursed doubting life.

He didn't know what kind of bad luck he had. He fought an ambush and encountered such a tough stubble, which was several times more difficult than he originally expected.

"Hit me hard, I don't believe I can't chew them off."

Mashiko Shigeo is like a red-eyed gambler.

The ambush they fought was condescending, with internal support, twice as many soldiers as the opponent, and they were all well-trained elites.

There is no reason to lose.

"Wang Gensheng, shoot me that damn machine gun!"

The machine gun bullets hit the rock, and the sputtered gravel hit Monk Wei's head, which hurt!

Wang Gensheng knocked down a Japanese soldier with a single shot, retracted his head to avoid the retaliatory bullets of the Japanese army, and cursed back bluntly:
"Fuck, that machine gun is in the blind spot of my shooting, and it can't reach at all."

With a bang, the machine gun that suppressed Monk Wei from raising his head went silent.

He hurriedly rolled around like a lazy donkey and changed cover, still yelling:

"Who hit it? I thank him!"

A soldier saw it and shouted, "It's Zhang Shengkui."

Zhang Shengkui was the one who, together with Duan Peng, was picked up by Wang Gensheng into the special forces team.

Wang Gensheng said happily: "That kid has the talent of a sniper, I'm sure I saw it right."

As he said that, he fired a sharp shot and blasted another little devil.

The submachine gunner touched his waist and inserted the last full magazine into the gun: "Captain, suppressing firepower consumes too much bullets. I have the last magazine left. When will our reinforcements arrive?"

In the case of being in a disadvantageous terrain and the number of people is still less than that of the enemy, the Bobosha submachine gun can be used to suppress the enemy's firepower.

The fast rate of fire is the biggest advantage of this gun, but also its disadvantage.

Each submachine gunner has prepared four magazines and 140 rounds of ammunition. After a little more time, there are only 35 rounds left?

"How many clips are left?" Wang Gensheng asked with a growl.

"I have one left."

"I have one and a half left."

"Captain, I'm all single-shot now."

The situation reported by the submachine gunner was very pessimistic. It would take three to two minutes to run out of bullets.

If there is a lack of fire suppression, let the enemy shoot them freely.

Then they are all dead.

"A bunch of prodigal sons, you can't save some money!"

Compared with Wang Gensheng who wiped out an enemy with one bullet, the submachine gunner is really a prodigal.

He cursed unhappily, and told the people behind: "Take care of those five Japanese spies. If artillery support doesn't come in a minute, we will withdraw."

The words of exhortation did not return any response.

Monk Wei sneaked a glance during his busy schedule. The seven soldiers who subdued the five Japanese spies at the beginning of the fight had all died at this moment.

Three Japanese spies were also lying in a pool of blood, and two others had escaped.

"What happened?"

Seven against five, unsuccessful, but also let people run away.

Monk Wei really couldn't understand, how did they fail?
Duan Peng, who has average shooting skills, has very sharp eyes. He pointed to the two people who were climbing a hill in the distance: "Look, is it those two?"

Wang Gensheng turned the gun, aimed for two seconds, and pulled the trigger.

A bullet hit a person in the back. The person lost strength in his hands and feet and rolled down the slope without holding on. It is estimated that he would not survive.

The other climbed and rolled, climbed over the top of the slope, and successfully disappeared from Wang Gensheng's sight.

"Damn, that kid is lucky." Wang Gensheng said.

Monk Wei pulled the trigger, but the submachine gun in his hand stopped firing bullets, and all of them were fired.

"Artillery, if you don't come back, I will beat you to death!"

The artillery following behind should not have given Monk Wei this chance.

Accompanied by the sound of rumbling guns, pillars of smoke exploded from the Japanese positions on the hillside, and gravel and metal fragments scattered all over the ground like raindrops.

Wang Gensheng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's finally here, comrades, prepare to attack back."

(End of this chapter)