Comrade, your ingredients are too complicated

Chapter 74 Yamamoto!I? ? ?Fairy!
Sometimes, God closes a door for you, and even the windows will be welded for you by the way.

Just when Yamamoto was still secretly happy, feeling that there is no unparalleled road.The scene in front of him made the old devil Yamamoto almost desperate, as if Amaterasu had abandoned him.

Just after laughing at the Eighth Route Army's defenders for their bravery and intrepidity, reality pinned him to the ground.

Bunches of torches suddenly lit up at the bottom of the cliff. Under the light of the fire, he could clearly see at least 600 people waiting for them.

Moreover, these enemies are very cunning, obviously organized and premeditated.They were very scattered, and they were stuck at the range limit of the grenades.

Even the best grenadier soldiers in the secret service team can hardly guarantee the hit rate.

Because this time it was a beheading mission, they didn't bring the white phosphorus bombs that the army often used, and it was difficult to cause large-scale damage with ordinary grenades.

When the sharp-eyed soldiers of the independent regiment below saw a figure appearing on the edge of the cliff with the vision provided by the flares, he immediately shouted about it.

The soldiers at the bottom of the cliff began to shout in unison according to the previous drill.

"Yamamoto! I XX you immortal!"

"Lin Zhiqiang, Staff Officer of the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army: I just said a word, what do you say when you rob me?"

The first sound at the beginning was not neat, and after adjusting the rhythm of the second sound, the third sound had the momentum of shouting slogans during training.

Northern dialects, southern dialects and other national quintessence, gathered into greetings to Kazuki Yamamoto’s family.

Even the comrades who had participated in the Japanese training class were organized to help Yamamoto recall the taste of home with a standard Dasa accent.

Hearing the insults against him below, Kazuki Yamamoto hated his teeth at this time, and he regretted why he had learned so many dialects of the Republic of China.

On weekdays, he was pampered, and the Dazuo, who was confessed by others, had never experienced hundreds of people scolding him, but he couldn't lose his mind no matter how angry he was.

Looking from the cliff, the originally dark ground is now full of enemies.

Even if all the grenadiers were mobilized here to provide them with cover, it would probably have little effect.

In this situation, if anyone bites the bullet and slides down, he will definitely be beaten into a sieve.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt relieved.Yamamoto's intuition has always been accurate, and his secret service team should explain everything here.

Looking at the enemies behind and under him, an inexplicable sense of pride still arises.

To deal with more than 80 of them, the enemy still went all out despite the superior intelligence.

He beckoned and motioned for the communications soldier beside him to get closer. He decided to have a final conversation with Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka who trusted him before he died.

The secret service team member carrying the communicator seemed to be infected by his captain's will to die, and he connected to the First Army headquarters far away in space Y at a faster speed than usual.

After a while, Yoshio Shinozuka, who was resting on the bed, picked up the phone.

He was still asleep, and when he learned that Kazuki Yamamoto, who was going to perform the mission, called him, he immediately jumped up from the bed.

He didn't get angry because his dream was ruined by the correspondent, instead he went directly to Hirata Masakan's room and woke him up to listen to the phone together.

Good news to share.

Shinozuka Yoshio knew that the Yamamoto Secret Service would enter a silent mode when performing missions, and would not contact him unless there was something particularly important.

And now that General Ai is calling, he must have completed the task to announce the good news to himself.

As for failure?I'm sorry, Yoshio Shinozuka would never even think about the kind of thing that aggravates other people's ambitions and destroys his own prestige.

But as soon as he picked up the phone, he frowned.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, it sounded like there were a lot of people, the old devil's first reaction was that his love might be in trouble.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, this is Yamamoto. Sorry, I failed your trust. Now the secret service team is surrounded by a regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and we have no possibility of escape."

"Although this sentence is suspected of excuses, our information has been leaked. Including but not limited to our equipment, routes and personal habits."

"There is an old saying in China that a man who is about to die speaks kindly. I hope that your Excellency, Lieutenant General, can strictly investigate the high-level officials of the First Army. This is not only for you but also for His Majesty the Locust."

"I can only repay your kindness with death."

After finishing speaking, Yamamoto hung up the phone without waiting for Yoshio Shinozuka to speak.

Deciding to fight to the death without retreating, his mind is extremely calm, and he quickly thinks about the best option for the current situation.

As we all know, the regiment-level troops of the Eighth Route Army generally have only about 1000 people.

Since there were a full 600 people under the cliff, there was at most one battalion on the previous defensive position.

If you go down to fight, you will not only face more enemies, but also have a long way to go before you can fight back.

Without knowing the enemy's firepower configuration, this option is simply to let one's own people die.

What's more, the enemy even knew his own name clearly. The Eighth Route Army below must be sharpening their knives and waiting for him to go down and be slaughtered. He went down to die after his brain was broken.

But the situation on the cliff is different. As long as the minefield is dealt with, they even have the opportunity to counterattack with the cover of smoke bombs.

And after the battle just now, Kazuki Yamamoto has initially figured out the firepower distribution of the defenders, and he is confident that he can replace more enemies.

The Yamamoto Secret Service is not weaker than any organization in its life, and it will die on the way to charge.

But what he didn't know was that Kong Jie had calculated him from the moment Tai Y set off.

Half of the so-called 600 people under the cliff were scarecrows in the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

The distance between the two sides is difficult to distinguish the dummies mixed in the army even with a telescope, not to mention that Yamamoto is still being scolded by his comrades.

A real master of defense will make his enemies obediently choose the place where they are most prepared through various calculations.

Leave the trenches dug in advance unused, and only when your brain is flooded will you fight against the enemy's elite in mountainous areas without fortifications.

Just like the village is full of vigilance to force Yamamoto's special team to go up the cliff, Kong Jie is now using an empty city strategy to keep the enemy from going down.

If Yamamoto was willing to pay some price to retreat below, the mountainous terrain would be his loyal ally.

Moreover, all the firepower of the independent regiment has been concentrated on the cliff, and the Chinese who play psychological warfare are his ancestors.

What is abundant martial arts (Fight back!
However, there was no pity on the battlefield. From the moment the information was reported to the headquarters by Huang He, the fate of Yamamoto and others had already been sealed.

Yamamoto, who made a decision, pulled out his command knife. He looked at the desperate players around him, and ordered all surviving people to inject methamphetamine.

The drug can cause hallucinations and boost self-confidence and courage.Most importantly, the drug allows sustained mental focus.

Under normal circumstances, as elites, they would not use such harmful drugs.But now it's time to go all out, how can I care about my body.

　I thought about it for a long time, classics cannot be wasted, they have to be super doubled!Are you satisfied with the 300 people's scolding?
　　Tomorrow I'll send him to die, it's a bit fun to play tricks today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)