Tang Cheng followed Zhao Liang and hurried to the entrance of the village. He took the telescope handed by Dice and looked outside the entrance of the village. Sure enough, as Dice said, there were more than 20 Japanese soldiers coming, and they also brought two light machine guns. However, when Tang Cheng waited
After looking at it carefully, he suddenly laughed. "Don't worry, I guess these Japanese soldiers are here to transport supplies and materials. Didn't you see that the Burmese people who fell behind were carrying backpacks?" Tang Cheng found out that he was leaving.
These Japanese soldiers were vaguely followed by some Burmese people carrying backpacks not far away. After thinking about it for a while, Tang Cheng deduced that the Burmese people's backpacks must be filled with supplies and supplies.
"Then what should we do? It would be okay if we only have these Japanese soldiers, but if we add those Burmese people, we can't annihilate them all. Once they escape and leak the news, we will be in trouble if we stay here." Dice also said.
Through the binoculars, I saw the black-clad Burmese people carrying backpacks behind the Japanese army, and their eyes immediately showed solemnity and worry. Unlike other national troops who entered Burma, Tangcheng and the others did not regard the Burmese people as human beings from the beginning.
For our own people, what we see in front of us can prove everything. The damn Burmese are helping the Japanese.
Of course, Tangcheng knew that Dice's worries were by no means unnecessary. This was northern Burma, and the people who were most familiar with the terrain of northern Burma were the Burmese here. If it were just these 20 Japanese soldiers, it would be okay, but if you add the Japanese troops behind them,
Those 30 Burmese people who helped transport supplies, and the dozen or so people in Tangcheng were really difficult to deal with. "No matter what, it's too late to evacuate now, so just risk it and kill them by surprise." The Japanese soldiers and the Burmese people left.
Seeing that the village was getting closer and closer, and seeing that it was impossible to avoid them, Tang Cheng simply became fierce and prepared to eat them in one bite.
"Da Zhuang, later you take the machine gun to the house facing the village entrance and hide it. I will give you a loader to help you. When you hear the gunfire, just open the door and fire outside. No matter what, you have to use
Let me hold the machine gun on this road and don't let the Japanese army rush into the village." When Tang Cheng called everyone to assign the task, he changed his military uniform into the uniform of an ordinary Japanese soldier and a shell gun that had no more bullets.
Also taught to George to hold.
"I plan to kill those Japanese soldiers right here at the entrance of the village, but those Burmese people need to be separated from the Japanese soldiers first." Tang Cheng pointed to a room at the entrance of the village, "I will take those Japanese soldiers into the village in a while, and I'll go
When we get here, we will take the opportunity to hide in this room. The rest of you will immediately throw grenades and shoot at the same time. The terrain here is not favorable, but for us, as long as there is enough time to put the gun in the chamber
If the bullets are fired, the Japanese soldiers will suffer heavy casualties."
Tang Cheng ended the arrangement with a few words. The Japanese troops coming from outside the village were less than 200 meters away from the entrance of the village. According to Tang Cheng's gesture, Dice and others who were originally guarding the entrance of the village dispersed and retreated. Only Tang Cheng and Zhao Liang were able to do so.
The one who spoke Japanese stayed at the entrance of the village. "Stop, which army are you from? Take out your ID." Tang Cheng and Zhao Liang followed the original appearance of the two Japanese sentries, guarding the big tree at the entrance of the village, one in the dark and the other in the dark.
The Japanese soldiers approached the big tree at the entrance of the village, and Tang Cheng and Zhao Liang, who were standing behind the tree, appeared.
The attire of Tang Cheng and Zhao Liang was no different from that of the Japanese army. Coupled with Tang Cheng's standard Japanese, the 20 or so Japanese soldiers who came towards them did not suspect that they were both pretending. "We are sent by the brigade to come to you.
I am Second Lieutenant Asami Ichiro, who is transporting supplies. I have the order from the brigade to see your squadron leader, Major Katayama, immediately." The Japanese second lieutenant, who was leading the charge, became cold-faced without Tang Cheng's words to stop him. Instead, he took the initiative to show his
The certificate was handed to Tangcheng.
Tang Cheng took the certificate handed over by the other party and opened it. The name and photo in the certificate matched what the other party said. Tang Cheng returned the certificate to the other party calmly, and then replied with a smile, "Our squadron leader just came from
You are resting in your room when you come back from the mountains. Why don't I take you to the squadron leader?" Tang Cheng took two steps, then reached out and patted his forehead in annoyance, "It's okay for you to enter the village, but these Burmese people
But there is some trouble. We were attacked by a group of Burmese natives this morning, and the squadron leader will not allow these Burmese to enter the village."
The second lieutenant Asami who led these Japanese soldiers was basically a novice officer who had just come from China. Seeing what Tang Cheng said, he stopped and subconsciously turned around to look at the Burmese people carrying backpacks. "What should I do?
This time I brought mortar shells for you. Your squadron leader said that rifles are not easy to use in the jungle. This time I also brought a dozen submachine guns and a large number of bullets found in the British warehouse. They
These people cannot enter the village, what will happen to these supplies?”
As soon as Tang Cheng heard that the Burmese people had such good things as submachine guns in their backpacks, he immediately became energetic. He winked at Zhao Liang and said with a smile, "How about I take you to see our squadron leader first? Then,
Please explain the situation to our squadron leader in detail, and maybe the squadron leader will agree to let them into the village." Knowing that these Japanese soldiers brought submachine guns suitable for jungle warfare, Tang Cheng was already confused when he spoke, but
Asami didn't hear any flaws.
"That can only be like this." Qian Jian had no choice but to nod and follow Tang Cheng into the village. As for the Burmese people carrying backpacks, they had already been blocked outside the village by Zhao Liang. Tang Cheng looked at him carefully as he walked.
Looking at the 20 Japanese soldiers brought by Asami, knowing that Tang Cheng was sure that there were not many veterans among these Japanese soldiers, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Tang Cheng, who had been walking in front, was far away from where he needed to hide.
The house is already close at hand.
Tang Cheng's palms were already sweating. No one would be very calm if there were a long line of more than 20 Japanese soldiers behind him. He was very close to the door. Tang Cheng turned around and looked like he wanted to talk to Asami.
His feet flashed but he was even closer to the door. "Do it!" Tang Cheng, who was facing Asami, suddenly shouted and slammed into the door 2 meters away. There was a clear gunshot sound of "pop"
, Asami, who still hadn't come back to his senses, had been shot and collapsed on the ground. The dice on the roof pulled the bolt of the gun to load another bullet, and aimed the gun at the heads of the machine gunners among the Japanese soldiers.
Tang Cheng had said that the sound of gunshots was the signal to take action. Qian Jian was shot and fell to the ground. Then the entrance to the empty village suddenly erupted with gunshots like fried beans. Hou San and others, who had been prepared for a long time, showed their figures one after another.
Fired violently at the 20 unsuspecting Japanese soldiers. "Throw the grenade, throw the grenade." Amidst the intensive gunfire, Tang Cheng, who had already taken refuge in the house, heard Hou San's shout, and then there was a shout outside the house.
A series of explosions.
Hiding in a house does not mean that you are safe. Most of the Burmese people's supplies are thatched houses. Such houses cannot actually provide much protection for Tangcheng, so Tangcheng dodged and rushed into the house and waited for the gunfire outside.
Then he directly broke through the bamboo wall of the thatched house and went to the back of the house. "Da da da da da da da" Ma Dazhuang, who heard the sound of gunshots, asked the ammunition hand assigned to him to open the door and pointed directly at the door with a light gun.
The machine gun fired violently, and the bullets that escaped from the muzzle swooped into the Japanese army like locusts, followed by a bloody mist and screams.
When Tang Cheng left the village entrance with these Japanese soldiers, he had already secretly winked at Zhao Liang. The Burmese people's backpacks had been removed and placed under the big tree at the entrance of the village. Zhao Liang opened one of the backpacks, took a look at the contents and smiled.
Although Zhao Liang has never actually used a British submachine gun, he has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. Qian Jian saw that the British submachine gun they brought was actually a Sten submachine gun that looked very similar to the flower machine. In Zhao Liang
It seems that compared with the flower machine submachine gun, this British Sten submachine gun just replaces the wooden stock of the flower machine with a foldable simple butt.
Since it was almost the same, Zhao Liang loaded the fully loaded magazine for the brand new Sten submachine gun as he did with a flower trap. He waited until he heard gunshots coming from the shore of Tangcheng. This time, Zhao Liang, who was expressionless, smiled and pulled the gun.
The gun and the Sten submachine gun with the magazine loaded were fired at the Burmese people. They must not let anyone escape from the village alive. This is what Tang Cheng told Zhao Liang and the others when setting up the mission, so these Burmese people who helped the Japanese army transport supplies
None of them escaped and fell into a pool of blood at the entrance of the village. Zhao Liang did not feel the same guilt as he did after shooting civilians.
After one round of intensive shooting and two rounds of grenade bombardment, very few of the 20 or so Japanese soldiers brought into the village by Tangcheng could survive. When the smoke from the explosion slowly dissipated, the dice lying on the roof began one after another.
One by one, they began to eliminate the Japanese soldiers who were still alive. Tang Cheng never said that they would keep alive, and Hou San and the others pretended not to know. Since they were not short of bullets, they even shot the dead Japanese soldiers a few more times, using Hou San.
In other words, the lives of people like his are far more valuable than a few bullets.
Tang Cheng walked around the house and ran all the way to the village entrance with his rifle. He was a little worried that Zhao Liang would be unable to do anything alone. However, when he ran to the village entrance, Zhao Liang had already firmly guarded the village entrance with a Sten submachine gun. Several people thought
The Japanese soldiers who were about to turn around and escape from the village had already been beaten into a hornet's nest by Zhao Liang with a submachine gun. "I'm getting rich, I'm really getting rich this time." Hearing the gunshots in the village have gradually weakened, Tang Cheng did not go to help.
Zhao Liang blocked the entrance to the village and went straight to look at the baskets. After only seeing a few, Tang Cheng couldn't help but show ecstasy on his face.
Tang Cheng couldn't help but pour out all the things in these backpacks. 15 brand-new British Sten submachine guns and at least 20,000 rounds of submachine gun bullets made Tang Cheng faint with joy. Tang Cheng also counted some Arisaka.
Rifle bullets and Japanese grenades, as well as enough cans and some medicines to feed dozens of people for a week, no wonder Tangcheng is constantly making money.