Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 147 The Devil's Actions

Yoshio Shinozuka was furious at the First Army headquarters. He had not yet recovered from the defeat in the Pingshun Campaign, but instead suffered another blow.

"Baga! Independent Column! Li Yunlong! They're all dead!"

Yoshio Shinozuka immediately walked to the battle map and studied the troop deployment in the entire Shanxi Province.

He set his sights on Changzhi, the closest city to Pingshun County.

"Contact the 60th Brigade in Changzhi and have them ready to march at any time. The Empire's occupied territory must not be lost!"

The shadow of the defeat five months ago could not get rid of him. More than 60 elite Japanese soldiers could not defeat the independent column, so how could he count on the th Brigade?

Shinozuka Yoshio calmed down.

With a wry smile, in the winter of 1941, Country M had already joined the war. Now the Empire's front was already tight, and many elite troops were transferred to the Pacific battlefield.

The troops he had were already stretched to the limit.

"Baga, since you want Pingshun County, I will kill you!"

A ferocious and terrifying smile appeared on Shinozuka Yoshio's face. He called his staff and gave orders secretly.

Li Yunlong was pacing back and forth in front of the sand table, holding stacks of telegrams.

"It's strange. The Japanese haven't made any move yet?"

"Commander, were the Japanese hurt by our attack last time? They don't dare to come this time!?"

Li Yunlong shook his head. Based on his understanding of the Japanese, this vicious nation would never swallow their anger.

The Japanese are full of bad intentions. Either they are planning to do something bad, or they have already started to act quietly!

"Pass on my order. All troops should step up their vigilance, especially the construction sites at Shipo Township Fortress and Grand Canyon Town. We must ensure that nothing goes wrong!"

All the troops were mobilized and sent out guard posts to a distance of 20 kilometers, but there was still no movement.

In Yuxiaguan Town, Pingshun County, a squad sent by the 3rd Regiment's reconnaissance company was on guard when they suddenly heard sporadic gunfire coming from the direction of Shuitou Village.

"Go! Go and see!"

After saying that, he mounted his horse and galloped towards Shuitou Village. When he arrived outside the village, he saw several thatched houses on fire, and the screams of the people could be heard continuously.

"Squad leader, the Japs are slaughtering the village!"

"Damn it, Douzi, use the walkie-talkie to report to the regiment headquarters immediately, and then protect the walkie-talkie. Everyone else, follow me!"

Ten soldiers dismounted, picked up their 95mm rifles and moved forward.

A small group of Japanese soldiers and more than fifty puppet troops were burning, killing, raping and looting in Shuitou Village, turning this vibrant village into a living hell, with corpses of villagers everywhere.

From an eighty-year-old old woman to an infant in swaddling clothes, all died tragically at the hands of the Japanese bayonets and bullets.

The reconnaissance squad leader glared with bloodshot eyes and issued combat orders.

"Let's split into two teams and surround them. Be careful not to leave any of them alive. Kill them all! Avenge our fellow villagers!"

"Yes!"

A small battle that will not go down in history began.

The scouts were divided into two groups, encircling the village from outside, and in groups of three, they began to shoot the Japanese and puppet troops inside the village.

At first, the sporadic gunfire did not attract the enemy's attention, and they continued to slaughter civilians with impunity.

However, as the lone Japanese soldiers gradually disappeared, the little Japanese soldiers also began to become alert.

"Baga, Oda-kun, something's wrong here! Gather the team!"

The Japanese and puppet troops gathered their troops on the threshing ground outside the village. The looted chickens, ducks, fish, meat and grain filled half of the threshing ground. There were also seventeen or eighteen children.

The Japanese squad leader Oda called out the names and found that 8 Japanese soldiers and 14 puppet soldiers were missing.

"Baga, something's wrong with this village!"

"Taijun, I felt dizzy as soon as I entered the village. This village must be haunted! Is it because we have committed too many sins? Otherwise, let's retreat!"

"Baga! What a haunted place! There must be the Eighth Route Army or guerrillas! Search forward!"

The scout hiding in the bushes fifty meters in front of the threshing ground immediately perked up when he saw the Japanese and puppet troops gathering together.

"Squad leader, the damn Japs have gathered together. This is a golden opportunity. Let's bombard them with grenades and then open fire. We will definitely wipe them out!"

"No, there are Chinese children over there! You two stay to rescue the children, and the rest of you go into the village to hunt!"

The reconnaissance squad, which was already understaffed, was forced to split up again, and eight people entered the village again.

The Japs were on high alert and were not so likely to fire their guns. Within ten minutes, the Japs and puppet troops surrounded the eight village scouts in two courtyards, leaving behind more than a dozen corpses.

"Squad leader, we are surrounded!"

"What are you yelling about? I'm not blind! Organize the ammunition and blow up the guns before they fall into the hands of the Japanese!"

"Yes!"

The squad leader was a ruthless man who didn't talk much. He raised his gun and shot down two Japanese soldiers who were about to climb over the wall.

The Japanese suffered a loss and stopped attacking. Instead, they threw grenades in one by one and took the opportunity to rush in.

Start close combat.

The scout emptied the magazine of the 95 rifle, threw the gun back, then took out the 92 pistol and started firing.

But they were still outnumbered and were eventually killed by the Japanese until only the reconnaissance squad leader was left lying on the ground.

The squad leader detonated the last grenade on his body and grinned.

"Little devil, I'm going to fuck your grandma!"

"idiot!"

A loud explosion was heard outside the village. The two scouts who had already dealt with the Japanese devils guarding the threshing ground gritted their teeth and slipped into the woods with a dozen children.

"You watch here, I'll go take a look!"

"No, I'll go!"

"I joined the army a month earlier than you. I'm a veteran! Listen to orders! Send the children back to the base safely!"

After saying this, the old soldier, who looked to be about 17 or 18 years old, entered the village again...

Fifteen minutes later, a soldier carrying a walkie-talkie led a platoon of scouts in a car into the village and wiped out the enemy.

Looking at the corpses of the nine reconnaissance battalion soldiers and the tragic conditions of countless civilians, the soldiers were speechless. Only killing the enemy could relieve the hatred in their hearts.

At the Shipo Township military fortress, Li Yunlong received intelligence about small-scale enemy attacks from all directions.

Li Yunlong stared with his eyes as big as a cow's and tore the telegrams into pieces.

The villages with local guerrillas were still fortunate, as they were able to hold out until regular troops arrived for support and repel the Japanese.

If it really doesn't work, you can lead the villagers to move.

However, all the villages without guerrillas suffered. The Japanese committed murder and arson and committed all kinds of atrocities, turning one village after another into "uninhabited villages."

The entire Pingshun County was filled with Japanese invaders and puppet troops, and the situation was even more severe than in previous raids.

"The damn Japanese dared not touch our independent column, but took it out on the common people! Call Lin Shubing for me!"