Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 92 The battlefield belonging to the special forces
Veteran Youzi looked at the direction where Tang Dao disappeared, and his eyes were a little lonely, but he could only return with the third class.

Knowing that Tang Dao went to steal the Japanese army position alone, the three dozen or so people who returned were collectively silent.

Like the veterans, they are both worried and lost.

The worry is that Tang Dao is only alone, no matter how strong his combat power is, if he is surrounded by the Japanese army with a large number of troops, he can only drink and hate on the spot.

The reason for the loss is because these veterans who have survived hundreds of battles know that they are not weak, but in the eyes of Tang Dao, they are still not strong enough to stand beside him and fight on the most dangerous battlefield.

In particular, the new recruit Niu Er was extremely frustrated.

The battle in the daytime has made him prove himself, and his self-confidence is bursting. It turns out that it is still difficult for him to catch up with the officer's back, and he can't even do what he wants to help him.

He is not complaining that Tang Dao looks down on him, but he understands that what Tang Dao said is absolutely right. Once the Japanese army launches artillery fire to cover revenge, with Tang Dao's ability, they will naturally be able to find a hiding place, but the dozen or so of them are not sure. , on the contrary, it will become a burden to Tang Dao.

Niu Er is complaining about himself, why can't he be stronger, he can be trusted by the superior, even if he responds to him [-] meters behind him, it is good!

Until he returned to the trenches, Niu Er was unhappy, even rejecting a piece of noodle handed over by Yang Xiaoshan, even though his stomach made a 'gurgling' protest.

"Look at your prowess!" Li Jiujin sat beside the dejected Niu Er and stuffed the hot noodles into his hands. "Eat! If you don't eat it, you're going to be a jerk?"

"Squad leader, am I so useless?" Niu Er groaned in frustration.

"Tsk tsk, your baby is useless, so do we all have to hit the wall to commit suicide?" Li Jiujin lit a cigarette angrily.

"In the daytime, your baby has earned more than a dozen devils' heads for our third class! One person is about to reach our entire class, what else do you want?"

"I didn't mean that." Niu Er hurriedly raised his head and explained.

"Isn't that what you mean?" Li Jiujin took a deep breath of smoke and let him fully enjoy the stimulation of nicotine in his lungs for a week before spitting it out.

"The commander chooses to go alone. Naturally, he has his reasons. Don't think too much about yourself. If you want to become the commander's helper, it's very simple. First, try to survive on this battlefield."

"Only those who survive can kill more devils in the next battle." Li Jiujin's eyes shone with wisdom under the thin blue smoke.

That is the survival philosophy of a veteran who has survived no less than a hundred battles.

I don't know if Niu Er understood, but he started to eat the noodles, munching on the noodles from the concession side.

It's important to survive.

The squad leader Li Jiujin said so, and Chief Tang actually meant the same thing.

He hoped that they were all alive, and only by being alive could he be able to help him.

Tang Dao, who was lurking towards the Japanese position over there, also quietly approached the Japanese position after spending 10 minutes.

It was four o'clock in the morning, and it was the moment when Tantai Mingyue stared at the battlefield, and it was also the darkest time before dawn.

After being madly beaten by the Chinese defenders for a day, the morale of the Japanese army has been extremely low, and the Japanese army has been tossing for most of the night.

The bonfires lit by the Chinese will be patronized by the heavy machine guns and infantry artillery of the Japanese army, so how dare the bonfires of the Japanese army be grand?
For the same reason, because of the threat of mortars over the warehouse, the Japanese did not dare to be open and aboveboard.

Even, the role of the bonfire is not for heating, but mainly to provide light for the sentinel alert. If the Chinese see it and throw a mortar shell around the bonfire, it will be really ugly.

Even the most stupid Japanese soldiers quietly hid more than 30 meters away from the bonfire and fell asleep in the cold trenches wrapped in simple raincloths.

The reason is very simple, it is better to be cold than to be killed by a cannonball falling from the sky in your sleep.

In fact, the Japanese army was already very vigilant. Special barbed wire and warning bells were set up 40 meters in front of the trenches, and two sentries were sent every 50 meters.

For a commander who still has nearly 2000 infantry and 3000 other auxiliary arms, attacking a four-line warehouse with a strong fortress and armed to the teeth may be difficult, but if anyone wants to use the night to brush his tiger whiskers, A huge price to pay.

As far as Waki ​​Itashiro's current strength is concerned, not to mention that the defenders in the four-line warehouse will not exceed 3000 at most, even if there are [-] people in the last National Army Standard Regiment, they are fully capable of winning.

With such a powerful strength, he can still be so cautious. From this point of view, Wakiita Jiro is a fully qualified captain of the Colonel.

The Japanese Colonel, who graduated from the Army Non-commissioned Officer Academy, is cautious enough, but unfortunately, he doesn't know that there is another method of warfare in this world called special operations.

The sneak attack and the counter-sneak attack are a pair of twin brothers. Since you can steal me, why can't I steal back?
In the war in the southwest jungle, the future China spent a decade learning this small-scale sneak attack tactics from its former students and improving it to the extreme.

What the Japanese Colonel has to face is the super individual soldier who has integrated this tactic into the bone marrow.

The Tang Dao crawling in the dark was no longer his original temporary new captain's uniform. He was wearing a Japanese second lieutenant's uniform with dried blood, which he had taken from a Japanese officer who had broken into the warehouse.

The MP28 submachine gun, along with several magazines and Lei Xiong's captain's uniform, were hidden in the ruins by him. At this time, the only weapon on his body was a Type [-] bayonet.

Oh no, there's also a southern-style pistol with a holster, if the asshole box counts as a weapon.

The barbed wire in front of the trenches by the Japanese army was not as easy to break as our army in the time and space series. Even the Tang Dao used the moon to completely hide in the dark clouds at the moment, and used the three-eight bayonet to cut it and drill it with skill. Enter the Japanese army position.

Ten meters away from Tang Dao, two Japanese sentries were leaning against the wall and facing in two directions. In front of them was a bonfire burning behind a low wall, enough to illuminate the darkness within five meters.

The two Japanese soldiers were obviously extremely tired, especially when the warm fire had passed the heat on them long enough, their eyelids were already extremely heavy.

Then, they heard footsteps.

The two sentries were awake in an instant, their eyes suddenly opened, the originally low muzzle in their hands was subconsciously aligned in the direction of the sound, and as soon as their hands touched the bolt, they saw a tall khaki figure striding out of the darkness.

(End of this chapter)