My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 545

"Hey! Work harder!"

"Hey!"

On the beach, a few big men in black yelled and pushed a three-meter-long wooden boat into the water. After the boat entered the water, it splashed layers of waves. The people on the boat also exclaimed in a burst of shaking, but soon The pole-puller controls the balance quickly.

On the shore, one of the men wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Brother Gui, this is the last boat, and the other 37 children have been sent up. We are going to go there too, so we will leave first."

The rest of the men were also preparing to board the ship, and Agui nodded and instructed them again:

"Well, be careful in everything. There has been no storm in the past two days. Take advantage of the night and drive north quickly. It is basically possible to enter the Gulf of Siam within two days. Naturally, there will be people to meet you when you arrive at Koh Kong Island."

"I know, Brother Gui... Take care!" The man in black clasped his fists and said, he stopped writing, turned around and jumped onto the bow.

At this time, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with short hair combed to the ears suddenly stood up from the crowd, and she pulled another little boy who was less than five years old and bowed deeply towards the shore. .

Seeing this scene, the other children followed her example and stood up timidly, bowed to the vicious benefactors on the bank, and expressed their gratitude in the only way they could.

Although there were no words, this simple behavior moved the murderous Fang family guards on the shore.

"Ugh…"

Looking at the immature faces on the boat in the distance, Agui frowned and sighed secretly, feeling an indescribable melancholy in his heart.

In troubled times, when parents die early, these poor children are the most innocent, and they have to be displaced and suffer all kinds of hardships at a young age.

Fortunately, there is no unparalleled road, at least now they can be regarded as out of the tiger's den, but...their future fate is only known by God.

"How's Zhou Yao going? Has anyone come out?" Agui asked in a deep voice.

The subordinates immediately replied: "Brother Zhou has already succeeded. Although it only blows up the wall of the Japanese ammunition depot, it is enough for those bastards to work for a while."

Agui pondered for a moment, thinking that there would be Japanese patrol boats in this sea area from time to time, he felt that he could not rest assured: "Let's go, let's go to Donglingang."

"Huh? What are you going to do in Donglingang?"

The subordinates were full of question marks. That was an extremely important seaport for the Japanese. All kinds of materials plundered from Singapore were sent to sea from there, and there were many military gunboats docking.

"Do you know what it's called?" Agui said coldly, then turned and left.

Several subordinates peeped at each other, and didn't dare to ask more questions, so they could only withdraw and follow the boss to leave.

……

The night was hazy, the sea breeze was whistling, but there were a few dark clouds in the sky that blocked the moonlight, and it was pitch black, except for the searchlights near the east port that were still dangling back and forth.

There are three small gunboats and a Chitose-class seaplane carrier parked in the port. Due to the growing defeat in the Pacific War, most of the main ships have been transferred to the Pacific Ocean. This should be the only maritime force defending Singapore.

The two patrols of the Japanese army had just walked in through the port gate, and they were talking and laughing with drooping steps. At this point, it should be time to change shifts.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers on a gunboat began to yell something non-stop, and the devils in the harbor shuttled back and forth to carry supplies, as if they were about to leave the port for patrol.

And in a dilapidated private house nearby, a few pairs of bright tricks were staring at the harbor gate.

As the searchlights of the Japanese soldiers on the sentry tower went away, a few black figures appeared from the shadows, it was Agui and a dozen or so people under his command.

Agui looked around coldly. This area is a market town by the port. It was originally considered an important and lively place in Singapore. Now it has long been deserted and dilapidated. There are ruins everywhere, and even wild dogs Don't want to come here.

Although the Japanese patrols would come here from time to time, but at this moment when they were changing shifts, it was a once-in-a-lifetime meeting.

"What about things?"

"I'm coming!"

The two men immediately took out a black object from the house, and when the black canvas on it was lifted, it was a disassembled 60mm mortar.

In order to maintain the vitality of the resistance organizations in various parts of Nanyang, a large number of weapons were smuggled here from Myanmar. This can be said to be a great contribution to Liao Mingyu. Almost 80.00% of the arms were funded by him.

Like the Czech style, seven or nine steps, although most of them are weapons and equipment eliminated by the previous troops, they have become very rare and good things in the hands of the rebel organization, at least better than the IWC they used before. Much stronger.

"Hurry up, set the cannon up for me!" Agui ordered in a deep voice, there was not much time left for them, and the Japanese army might patrol here in a while.

A few people quickly lifted the mortar and a box of ammunition to the roof of the three-story building next door. The operator quickly set up the base of the gun, opened the bipod of the mortar, and began to carefully measure the distance to the target.

They are about 1000 meters away from the port, and this American m2 mortar can just hit the target.

"Zhou Kai, you have to aim and shoot, there are not many shells!"

A Gui didn't know when he came up, pointed to the box of ammunition and said to the gunner.

When I opened the box, it turned out that there were only seven or eight shells in it, which was less than half the box.

"Your brother, don't worry, we know it well."

Gunner Zhou Kai patted his chest and assured that although there was not much ammunition, it was enough for this night sneak attack. He used to be a veteran of the mortar platoon in the army, and he only retired from the army because of a leg injury.

There are many others like him who joined the Fang family's underground resistance organization through Fang Jingyao's relationship and became active again on the anti-Japanese battlefield behind the enemy lines.

The experience of the veteran is really rich. After the simple distance measurement scale, he quickly adjusted the shooting elements. At this moment, everyone held their breath and waited for the leader, Agui, to give an order.

"Get ready... to fire!"

Zhou Kai immediately sent the cannonball into the barrel, and with a muffled sound, the cannonball soared into the sky.

The noise here somewhat attracted the attention of the Japanese soldiers, but before they could react, the shells drew an arc and smashed hard on a small wooden house in the port.

boom!
While the flames were flickering, the three unlucky ones went to see Lord Yan in an instant.

This is not over yet, the firing angle of the mortar will not change after calibration, as long as the shell tube is fast enough for the gunner, the shells will fall like hailstones and hit the ground.

The shells landed in the port one after another, which frightened the Japanese soldiers in the port. The sound of explosions and flames was extremely dazzling at night, and the scene became more and more chaotic.

(End of this chapter)