Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces Chapter 470 The big sweep: You will be the first day of junior high school, and I will be the fifteenth day of junior high school-4
Chapter 470 The big sweep: You will be the first day of junior high school, and I will be the fifteenth day of junior high school-4
The commander of the 8th Brigade is Major General Okamoto, a fierce general of the Japanese Army who is known for his tough style and is also one of the strongest supporters of the Young Heroes.
Today is thirty-one years old. He is in the prime of life. Major General Okamoto is 1.72 meters tall, which is considered tall among Japanese people. He has long and thin cheeks, a clean shaven beard on his chin, and a mustache on his lips. He is also very neatly trimmed, showing his unique shrewdness and ability.
The recent sweeps have been going very poorly. Japanese attacks have been frustrated one after another. Fujita Hikaru's sneak attack failed. The Japanese troops scattered around Huxiaoling have also been attacked frequently, and they have not even had a quiet day. Pass.
Although these attacks were small in scale, they were large in number and very frequent. Each time they caused a certain amount of casualties to the Japanese troops, and then they quietly escaped.
The Japanese army in this mountain forest was no match for the Northeast natives who had lived here since childhood, so they could not catch up and could only watch the opponent's back and gnash their teeth.
Small attacks were concentrated one after another, and the Japanese army discovered that the losses they suffered were not small. I don't know what the losses of other troops were. There were more than 300 people in the 8th Brigade alone. More than 500 people were killed and injured in the sneak attack.
Although this is not a big deal for a brigade of more than 2,000 people, it also directly affects their combat effectiveness.
Sparrow wars, sneak attack wars, harassment wars... endless attack methods and various sneak attack methods left the Japanese army helpless.
Okamoto has been suffering from severe headaches recently. He has to work until midnight every day and never gets a good rest. No, before dinner is even eaten, there is chaos outside again.
After waving to call his messenger, Okamoto asked, "What's going on outside?"
The messenger had already run out once before. At this time, he replied respectfully, "Commander of the brigade, a small group of bandits broke into the mountain village and killed several officers of a brigade. The patrol is chasing Sou Su."
Okamoto sighed, sat back in his seat, and picked up a pen, "Oh, these Chinese people are getting bolder and bolder. They used to just harass outside, but now they dare to enter the village. They must pass on my orders." We need to catch them and use them as examples to those dishonest Chinese people."
The orderly soldier responded and turned around and walked out.
The room fell silent, and Okamoto continued to review documents with his head down.
At this time, in the courtyard, Yao Tianhua and his men had climbed over the courtyard wall, lurking behind the bushes near the courtyard wall, staring at the watchtower not far away opposite.
The watchtower is built of wood and is more than two rooms high. The top is made of wooden boards to form a platform, and there are guardrails on all sides. It is connected to the bottom through ladders.
On the watchtower, there is a searchlight, a Type 92 machine gun, and two machine gunners, who are responsible for guarding the entire mansion.
The light of the searchlight swept back and forth, and the pale light seemed like the vicious eyes of the devil, patrolling the yard.
Yao Tianhua waited patiently, and after the searchlight passed, he made a gesture, and the two special forces members rushed out silently, crossing the bushes like lightning, and went straight to the watchtower to touch.
At the same time, behind the two Japanese sentries standing outside the door of the Japanese front hall, the figures of two special forces members also appeared, the sabers in their hands flashing with cold light.
After putting down the Japs' body, the two special operations team members raised their hands towards the place where Yao Tianhua was hiding and made a sign that everything goes well, and then stood at the sentry position instead of the Japs.
At this time, the special forces team responsible for dealing with the two Japs on the watchtower had already reached the foot of the watchtower. They raised their heads and looked at the Japs above, and then silently climbed up the ladder to the watchtower.
On the watchtower, two Japanese soldiers were sitting behind a machine gun cover and talking in a low voice. They didn't think anyone could reach here silently, so they were a little slack.
Suddenly one of the Japanese soldiers froze, and then there was no movement. The other Japanese soldier felt strange, stretched out his hand to push his body, and asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
With a gentle push from him, the Japanese soldier turned over and fell to the ground, revealing a big face covered in camouflage.
Just as the Japanese man was about to open his mouth to shout, the muzzle of a gun equipped with a silencer moved slightly, and then he also lay down on the sandbag.
"Squadron leader, everything goes well." After dealing with the two Japs, the special operations team member gestured downwards.
When Yao Tianhua saw that the Japanese sentries had been dealt with, he stood up and jumped out first, "Charge."
A group of special operations team members rushed to the door of the hall like wolves and tigers.
Yao Tianhua looked left and right and said in a deep voice, "You two go to the cross-yard. There is a Japanese radio station there. You must destroy the radio station."
"Understood!" Two special operations team members rushed across the courtyard with guns in hand.
Yao Tianhua climbed up the steps and pushed open the door of the hall.
The room is a wide hall, with a large table facing it. On top is a sand table, filled with small flags of the enemy and ourselves. On a chair beside the table, a Japanese officer with the rank of major general is sitting.
He looked down at the map and muttered something.
"Put the food on the table and go out." Hearing the sound on the door, Okamoto thought it was coming to deliver food and said without raising his head. He was just thinking of a strategy that he thought was good and needed to write it down immediately.
, otherwise I might forget it after a while.
But he didn't hear a response from his subordinates, and there was no sound of opening the door to go out, which made him feel a little strange, so he put down his pen and looked up, and then he was startled.
The ones standing in front of me were not the messengers who had come to deliver the meal, but several tall strangers, each wearing a military uniform that was completely different from the Japanese army, holding a gun in his hand, and with colorful paint on his face, which made people laugh.
You can't even see his original appearance.
Although he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, the fierce murderous look in his eyes was not meant to scare people. At first glance, he looked like a veteran with blood on his hands.
"Who are you?" Okamoto asked, reaching for the pistol at his waist.
There was a soft whoosh, and a flying knife flew over and penetrated his wrist. His plan to draw the gun failed. Two special forces members jumped over and pinned him to the ground.
Yao Tianhua looked at his gold star collar badge, sneered, and then pulled it off, "He's still a major general. It looks like he's making a profit this time."
"Squadron leader, what should we do?" The special operations team member looked at Yao Tianhua.
Yao Tianhua raised his hand and pointed the pistol between Okamoto's eyebrows. With an undetectable sound, a blood hole appeared on his forehead. He lowered his head with his eyes wide open.