my bright sword career

"second……"

Neji Okamura hesitated for a moment before saying: "Secondly, I heard that you have a special agent team called "Mashiko Advance Team".

Moreover, this special agent team is well-trained and is good at carrying out special operations deep behind enemy lines. I hope to be able to second this team for a period of time. "

"Mashiko advances to the team?" Yoshio Iwamatsu was slightly startled.

For some reason, although "special operations" were not recognized by the Japanese military leaders of this period, the Japanese commanders stationed in Shanxi seem to have a soft spot for special operations.

In the past, there was the former commander Yoshio Shinozuka's Yamamoto special team, and the current commander Yoshio Iwamatsu also had a Mashiko advance team.

The combat characteristics of this Mashiko advance team are also in line with the Yamamoto special team, and they especially like to engage in sneak attacks.

The bombing of the three radar stations of the Liantai militia a few days ago was their masterpiece.

Yoshio Iwamatsu did not expect that even Ningji, Gangcun, who was far away in Beiping, knew the name of this unit, and called them to be seconded.

After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Your Excellency Gangcun, the number of Mashiko's advance team is less than 200, and the role it can play in the frontal battlefield is very limited. You are..."

Neiji Okamura thought about it, and decided to tell him the truth: "Iwamatsu-kun, you should know about the Americans bombing Tokyo two months ago, right?"

Yoshio Iwamatsu nodded.

The first half of 1942 was the most arrogant time in history for the Japanese. Malaysia, Indonesia, and Burma were successively occupied by the Japanese army.

In addition, not long after the Japanese army attacked Pearl Harbor, the Japanese combined fleet was rampant in the vast Pacific Ocean, and the American fleet could only temporarily avoid the edge. For a while, the world anti-Japanese alliance fell into a low ebb.

But the Yankees are not easy to mess with. Under the promotion of Roosevelt, on April 1942, 4, Colonel Doolittle of the US Air Force led 18 B-16 bombers to take off from the USS Wasp aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean.

These 16 planes flew a total of 1200 kilometers and arrived in Japan, dropping 16 tons of bombs and incendiary bombs.

The purpose of this bombing is to let the Japanese people directly experience the war.

Coincidentally, the scene of the bombing was witnessed by the Emperor of Japan in the palace courtyard.

Looking at the fires burning in more than ten places in Tokyo, Hirohito was scared to pee.

The emperor was frightened, and the people below were naturally making a fuss.

That night, Junro Hata received a report from the 11th Army that a plane had landed in the Yangtze River in the northwest of Nanchang. The five crew members on board had parachuted beforehand and had been captured. They were all Yankees with big noses.

After interrogation, it was learned that the Americans dispatched 16 fighter planes this time, with a total of 80 people.

Soon, all the 15th Division stationed in Zhejiang area dispatched frantically to arrest the remaining American pilots.

But it was too late, the rest of the American pilots had parachuted, and most of them were rescued by the guerrillas of the New Fourth Army and the Nationalist Army in Zhejiang. Now these people are hiding in every corner of Zhejiang.

Although the Japanese army had already occupied Zhejiang, due to the lack of troops, the guerrillas of both the Kuomintang and the Eighth Route Army were active in this area.

After learning that most of the American planes made an emergency landing in Zhejiang, Lieutenant General Naoji Sakai, the commander of the 15th Division of the Japanese Army stationed in Zhejiang, was in trouble for a while.

The terrain in Zhejiang is complex, with rivers and mountains everywhere. Even if he sent the entire 15th Division, he would only be looking for a needle in a haystack. He might even be harassed by guerrillas and suffer heavy losses.

In the end, Naoji Sakai thought of the rumors circulating in the Japanese military circles. The First Army stationed in Shanxi had a unit specialized in mountainous special operations. He immediately thought of his senior and fellow villager Neiji Okamura. The second thing that came up.

After listening to Neiji Komura's words, Yoshio Iwamatsu didn't think much, and agreed directly, but it was only a small unit equivalent to a squadron, and he gave it if he gave it.

"Yoshi..."

Seeing Yoshio Iwamatsu agreeing so happily, Neiji Okamura patted him on the shoulder very relieved.

"Iwamatsu-kun, although it is difficult to keep your position as the commander of the First Army, I can still entrust my friends in Tokyo to take care of you after returning home."

"Then trouble Your Excellency Commander."

Yoshio Iwamatsu, who knew that he was going to leave after all, also looked away, at least he didn't have to stay here to face Yu Laiyue's powerful Liantai militia, and this problem was left to his successors.

What Ningji Gangmura and Yoshio Iwamatsu didn't know was that while they were discussing this matter, several uninvited guests also came to the Liantai County militia headquarters hundreds of kilometers away.

"Mr. Yan, why are you here?"

The person who came this time was none other than Yan Xishan, the commander of the World War II zone, and this time he did not come alone, but brought several people with him.

Seeing Yan Xishan coming, no matter Gao Hongming, Master Liu and others were all very surprised. ,

But no matter what he thought in his heart, Yan Xishan was the highest officer in the Second War Zone, and everyone hurried forward to salute him.

I haven't seen him for a year, but Yan Xishan still looks like a rich man, his smiling expression is particularly deceiving.

"Son of the Gao family, what are you talking about, Liantai County was originally my hometown, why can't the old man come here?" Yan Xishan said with eyes widened and feigned anger when he heard it.

"Mr. Yan, what are you talking about? How dare this junior stop you."

Gao Hongming said helplessly: "But you have also seen that there are [-] to [-] troops gathered around our small Liantai County, and a big war is about to break out. If you are here, we really cannot guarantee your safety."

Hearing this, Yan Xishan not only sighed.

"Son of the Gao family, it has been more than two years since you founded the Liantai militia, and you have never stopped. You are either fighting the Japanese or on the way to fighting the Japanese. Can't you stop?"

Gao Hongming pouted his neck and said: "Shibo Mingjian, as the saying goes, the hatred of killing one's father cannot be shared with the heavens, I set up the Liantai militia for only one purpose, that is to kill the Japanese devils, and keep killing the Japanese devils.

I am not afraid to say something arrogant, not only do I want to kill here, but I will also lead an army to kill in Tokyo in the future, so that the little devils can also taste my power! "

"you……"

Seeing Gao Hongming who dared to contradict him in public, Yan Xishan wanted to get angry at first, but when he thought of Gao Hongming calling him "Shibo", his heart softened and he waved his hands angrily.

"Forget it, old man, I owed you in my previous life. I wiped your ass for you from time to time, and I still have to be angry with you. Who should I reason with?"

And seeing this scene in the eyes of everyone, they couldn't help being amazed. Gao Hongming, a small militia leader, dared to confront the commander-in-chief of the theater in public. No one had the guts.

However, everyone was surprised by Yan Xishan's attitude towards Gao Hongming, but they could also understand that people in this era have a strong sense of place that future generations cannot imagine.

Especially the families like Yan Xishan and the Gao family, which have been rooted in the local area for hundreds of years, have long formed an intertwined relationship with each other. There is no doubt that the relationship is deep. It can be seen without objection.