The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

The whistling wind covered most of the footsteps of the commandos, and the remaining two guard posts of the puppet army were in a daze again, yawning and dozing off constantly, and their vigilance was greatly reduced, completely unaware that the god of death was approaching them step by step.

Two black shadows suddenly emerged from behind the puppet army, faster than a leopard, holding a dagger in their hands, and pierced the puppet army's heart.

As soon as the word "enemy" in "enemy attack..." was spoken, a sharp dagger pierced through the military uniform and went straight to the heart. A big hand wrapped around the puppet soldier's neck and covered his mouth tightly, preventing him from opening.

After the two puppet soldiers died completely, the commandos carefully placed their bodies on the ground.

Only then did he wave his hand behind him, and the remaining members of the first squad of the assault company immediately rushed into the checkpoint position.

The submachine guns and box cannons in their hands had been replaced with daggers on the road, and in a team of two, they immediately rushed to the other puppet army guard posts who were sleeping soundly.

After a while, a strong smell of blood filled the air above the position.

The squad leader of the assault company waved back again, and this time it was a row of thirty or so soldiers from the quick reaction battalion who entered the position.

Soldiers from about one squad surrounded the tents of the Japanese puppet army with rifles and machine guns in their hands.

The screams quickly came from the tent, but they disappeared after only half a minute.

Every soldier who walked out of the tent carried a rifle and a bullet belt on his back, and the blood of the little devil was still hanging on the bayonet in his hand...

"Squad leader, a member of the first squad of the assault company was slightly injured, but it did not affect the combat effectiveness." The deputy squad leader of the first squad of the assault company quickly glanced at the surrounding subordinates and ran to the squad leader to report.

The platoon leader of the quick-reverse battalion rushed over afterwards: "Squad Leader Wang, my platoon sacrificed one soldier, seriously injured one soldier, and the other soldiers were intact..."

Squad leader Wang, who led the team, did not have any overreactions. He glanced at his watch and began to give orders: "The wounded, sacrifice the remains of the soldiers, seize the supplies, weapons and ammunition, and immediately hand over the armed forces to the place that led us just now..."

"The others followed me to remove the roadblock, and the team leader's convoy is coming soon."

"Rumble..."

The roar of the engine suddenly sounded at the end of the road, and the dazzling headlights came into the sight of the soldiers at the same time.

The roar was getting louder and the convoy was getting closer, and the wind quickly crossed the checkpoint and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The squad leader withdrew his gaze from the end of the road and ordered again: "Restore the checkpoint immediately, cooperate with the local troops to sweep away the ruts on the road, and never leave any clues for the Japanese and puppet troops. Speed ​​up."

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Tainangou is a village that the special regiment must pass through when it goes west to Taiyuan. The Japanese army built a medium-sized stronghold here, and garrisoned a reinforced squadron and a battalion of the Imperial Association Army, with a total of more than 500 people.

It is a stronghold with the largest scale and the largest number of garrisons within [-] kilometers along the highway.

When levels come under siege, this medium-sized stronghold is no exception.

The only difference is that there are many more troops attacking them.

At three o'clock in the morning, all five heavy mortars that Wei Dayong took a lot of effort to transport were placed outside the stronghold.

The one-meter-long gun barrel pointed directly at the sky, and the gunner squatted beside him and quickly adjusted the shooting elements to ensure that the first round of shots from the five mortars all hit the central gun tower of the stronghold.

That is the tallest fortification in the entire stronghold, all masonry structures, very strong.

The long antenna of the radio station is erected on the top of the gun tower, indicating that the only radio station in the garrison is inside the gun tower.

Destroy the gun tower, and the garrison at the stronghold will not be able to report the attack on the stronghold through wireless points.

On the road more than 500 meters away from the stronghold, two soldiers ambushed beside the electric pole, ready to cut down the electric pole as soon as the battle started, and cut off the telephone connection between the stronghold and the outside world.

The two main force companies under him were divided into two by him, and one surrounded the stronghold with squads and platoons to eliminate all Japanese and puppet troops who wanted to escape from the stronghold, so that no one would slip through the net.

The other company was responsible for the main attack, entering the stronghold under the cover of heavy mortars, and destroying the enemy.

"Battalion Commander, it's almost time..." the instructor reminded after glancing at his watch.

"The commander will pass here in half an hour. We must end the battle within 10 minutes, take down the stronghold, and open up the road..." Wei Dayong replied seriously.

Then he turned his attention to the heavy mortar company beside him: "It's up to you whether you can cut off all the connections between the stronghold and the outside world in one fell swoop, and start attacking."

"Boom boom boom..."

The muffled sound of mortar shelling quickly rang in Wei Dayong's ears, and five shells weighing more than ten kilograms flew out of the barrel and smashed into the stronghold in a parabola.

The five groups of flames first came into Wei Dayong's field of vision, orange red, very dazzling.

One of the flames rose directly from the top of the gun tower, and the remaining four flames just surrounded the gun tower.

It took more than two seconds before the violent explosion sound reached Wei Dayong's ears.

On the surface, the gun tower has not suffered any damage, and it still stands in the middle of the stronghold.

However, with the power of 120mm shells, even if the stronghold is not destroyed, as long as it explodes at close range, the powerful shock wave will still bring a devastating blow to the Japanese and puppet troops in the blockhouse.

Now one shell hits the gun tower, and four shells explode around the gun tower. Even if the little devil inside is not dead, he will be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness.

Moreover, the antenna of the little devil's radio station was erected on the top of the gun tower. If a shell hit the roof of the gun tower, the antenna would definitely be destroyed in the explosion.

Without the antenna, even if the devil telegraph operator was alive, he would not even be able to send a telegram.

All the worries in Wei Dayong's mind disappeared at once.

He slammed his fist hard on the ground in front of him, and shouted happily, "Well done..."

"Fire two more rounds of shells to blow up the fish that slipped through the building."

"Then name the gun towers and bunkers in the main attack direction one by one, and cover the troops to enter the stronghold."

Fortunately, the leader of the devil squadron defending the stronghold was not on duty in the central gun tower tonight.

After being awakened by the explosion, the first reaction was that the stronghold was attacked. Putting on the military uniform, he rushed to the gun tower.

There is the commanding height of the stronghold, overlooking the entire battlefield, and the squadron leader will set up the headquarters there as soon as he enters the stronghold.

As a result, as soon as he rushed out of the room, the second round of heavy artillery shells hit him, and the powerful air wave almost knocked him over.

His face changed drastically, and he shouted: "It's a heavy mortar..."

"Only a large caliber shell can make such a loud explosion."

"The enemy attacking us is equipped with large-caliber mortars... The troops in the running building are finished..."

Turn around and rush back to the room, grab the microphone on the table and start calling.

Ten seconds passed without any response from the receiver.

The squadron leader put down the receiver and picked it up again, and continued to make calls, but there was still no response from the receiver.

It took several tries in a row before I let it go with a look of despair.

"The central turret was bombed, and the radio station couldn't send out telegrams... Now our telephone connection with the outside world has also been cut off. The enemy wants to wipe us out here quietly..."

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