Chapter 74 Yamamoto! I am??? Sage!

Author: Maomao Que Dade

Chapter 74 Yamamoto! I am??? Sage!

Sometimes, God closes a door for you and even welds the windows shut for you.

Just when Yamamoto was still secretly rejoicing, feeling that there was no way out, the scene before his eyes made Yamamoto, an old devil, almost despair, as if even the great god Amaterasu had abandoned him.

Just after he had ridiculed the Eighth Route Army defenders for being brave and reckless and not thinking clearly enough, reality slammed him to the ground.

A bunch of torches suddenly lit up below the cliff. Under the light of the fire, he could clearly see that there were at least 600 people waiting for them.

Moreover, these enemies are very cunning and are obviously organized and premeditated. Their positions are very scattered, and they are stuck at the limit of the grenade's range.

Even the soldiers who are the best at using grenades in the special forces can hardly guarantee a hit rate.

Because this was a decapitation mission, they did not bring the white phosphorus bombs commonly used by the Army. It was difficult for ordinary grenades to cause widespread damage.

When the sharp-eyed soldier of the Independence Regiment below saw a figure appearing on the edge of the cliff with the vision provided by the flare, he immediately shouted about it.

The soldiers below the cliff started shouting in unison according to the previous drill.

"Yamamoto! I will **** you, Sennin!"

"Lin Zhiqiang, staff officer of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi-Sui Army: I just said one word, what can you say if you rob me?"

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

Various national quintessences such as northern dialects and southern dialects are gathered into greetings to Yamamoto Kazuki's family.

Even comrades who had attended Japanese language training classes organized themselves to help Yamamoto recall the taste of home in a standard Osaka accent.

Hearing the abuse directed at him from below, Yamamoto Kazuki was filled with hatred. He extremely regretted why he had learned so many dialects of the Republic of China.

The colonel, who was usually pampered and had been sacrificed by others, had experienced hundreds of people scolding him, but he could not lose his mind even if he got angry again.

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

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

In this situation, if anyone dares to slide down, he will definitely be beaten into a sieve.

After he thought for a moment, he suddenly felt relieved. Yamamoto's intuition had always been very accurate, and his special agent team should have all been handed over here.

Looking at the enemies behind him and below him, an inexplicable sense of pride still arose.

Against more than eighty of them, the enemy still went all out despite having superior intelligence.

He waved and motioned for the communications soldier who was following him to come closer. He decided to have one last conversation with Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka who trusted him before he died.

The special agent carrying a communicator seemed to be infected by his captain's will to die. He connected to the First Army headquarters in Taiyang faster than usual.

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

While he was still sleeping, he immediately jumped out of bed when he learned that Kazuki Yamamoto, who was on a mission, had called him.

He was not angry because his dream was ruined by the correspondent. Instead, he went directly to Masabu Hirata's room to wake him up and listen to the call together.

Good news to share together.

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

And now that the love general is calling, he must have completed the task to tell him the good news.

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

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

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like there were many people. The old devil's first reaction was that his beloved might be in trouble.

"Your Excellency Lieutenant General, this is Yamamoto. I'm sorry, I have betrayed your trust. Now the special agent team is surrounded by a regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and there is no possibility of our escape."

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

"There is an old saying in China, which is that when a person is about to die, his words are also good. I hope that the Lieutenant General can strictly investigate the senior officials of the First Army. This is not only for you but also for His Majesty Tianlu."

"I can only repay your kindness with death."

After finishing speaking, Yamamoto hung up the phone before Shinozuka Yoshio could speak.

Determined to fight to the death, he had an extremely calm mind and quickly thought about the best option for the current situation.

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

Since there were six hundred people under the cliff, there was at most only one battalion in the previous defensive position.

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

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

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

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

Moreover, after the previous battle, Kazuki Yamamoto had initially figured out the firepower distribution of the defenders, and he was confident that he could replace more enemies.

The Yamamoto Special Agents are no weaker than any organization in their lives, and they will die on the way to charge.

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

Fully half of the so-called six hundred people under the cliff were scarecrows wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms.

The distance between the two sides made it difficult to distinguish the dummy among the troops even with a telescope, not to mention that Yamamoto was still being scolded by his comrades.

A true defensive master will use various calculations to make his enemy choose the place where he is most prepared.

Leaving the trenches dug in advance and not using them will only lead to fighting with the enemy's elite in mountainous areas without fortifications.

Just like the village was heavily guarded to force Yamamoto's special forces to go up the cliff, Kong Jie now used the empty city strategy to prevent the enemy from going down.

If Yamamoto is willing to pay some price to retreat below, the mountainous terrain will become his loyal ally.

Moreover, all the firepower of the independent regiment has been concentrated on the cliff. The Chinese are their ancestors in playing psychological warfare.

What does it mean to be full of martial virtue (fight and fall back!

However, there are no regrets on the battlefield. From the moment Huang He informed the headquarters, the fate of Yamamoto and others had been sealed.

After making a decision, Yamamoto pulled out his command knife. He looked at the team members around him who had expressions of determination on their faces, and ordered all the survivors to be injected with methamphetamine.

This drug can cause people to hallucinate and increase self-confidence and courage. Most importantly, this drug can make people stay mentally focused.

Normally, as elites, they would not use such drugs that are harmful to the human body. But now that they are desperate, they don't care about their health.

I thought about it for a long time, the classics cannot be wasted, they must be doubled! Are you satisfied with these 300 people's combined scolding?

I'll send him to death tomorrow. It's a bit fun to play jokes today.
Chapter completed!