"Baga, who are you?"
"Stop!"
A Japanese checkpoint eight or nine kilometers away from the East Gate of Taiyuan.
A dozen Japanese sentries looked at a Type 94 truck rushing towards them without any intention of slowing down. They cursed angrily and then reached out to pull the bolt of their guns.
There is a telephone booth next to the highway, and the Japanese sentries can communicate directly with the headquarters communication room.
But the phone lines to the city have been cut.
Therefore, the Japanese sentry did not receive the interception order.
The dazzling light made it difficult for the Japanese sentries to open their eyes, but these Japanese soldiers moved very quickly. In an instant, they loaded the ammunition and then raised their guns to aim and shoot.
The Japanese machine gunner slowed down and prepared to jump behind the sandbag and use the crooked light machine gun to shoot.
But it's too late.
The truck's high beam provides good lighting and visibility for the Sword Squadron members on the truck body.
Ta da da, da da, da da da…
Accompanied by the bursts of firing from submachine guns, several dazzling tongues of flame erupted from the truck, and the Japanese soldier holding the gun fell down as if convulsing.
stop!
Taking advantage of the Japs' firepower being suppressed, a rocket flew over with a trail and hit the Japs' sandbag position directly.
boom!
The sandbag positions and roadblocks were blown up into the sky with a loud bang accompanied by fire and smoke. Even the Japanese phone booth was overturned by the air wave.
The Japanese sentries were even worse. They all fell in the explosion. They were hit by a rocket at close range that was as powerful as a 105-caliber howitzer. There was basically no chance of survival.
"Duan Peng, your rocket fire is getting more and more accurate, and you are almost catching up with the squad leader."
Upon seeing this, a team member smiled and said, his name is Zhang Tianfu, he is an elite veteran of the Red Army and a sharpshooter. He is now a sniper of the first combat team, and of course his skills are outstanding.
"What's the big deal?" Duan Peng said, "Didn't Monk Wei just get a special merit? Another day I will also get a special merit to show everyone."
The truck suddenly stopped in front of the checkpoint. Except for the driver, several members of the truck jumped out of the truck, picked up their submachine guns and shot each of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.
The sound of a single shot from a submachine gun rang out and ended quickly.
Make sure to kill all the Japs before quickly clearing the roadblock and filling the crater with sandbags to ensure that the truck can pass through.
The whole process was neat and tidy.
Suddenly, the sound of the truck engine sounded faintly in his ears. Lu Yingjun jumped on the truck, raised his binoculars and looked behind the road.
Through the field of view of the telescope, two to three hundred meters away, several bright lights appeared behind.
"Get in the car quickly, the Japanese pursuers are here!"
There were several Japanese corpses in the middle of the road before they were finished carrying them. Duan Peng and several team members quickly jumped on the truck, and Lu Yingjun shouted again: "Drive!"
The driver quickly started the truck, stepped on the accelerator, and the truck tires rolled over the Japanese corpse.
After a popping sound, the head of the Japanese corpse burst like a watermelon under the pressure of a tire.
Then the truck drove past the checkpoint and into the darkness.
It was Yamamoto's special agent team that caught up. Yamamoto Kazuki drove the car himself and took the lead in the pursuit.
The explosion just now was heard by all the Japanese in the special service team, including Kazuki Yamamoto.
The driving skills of the Yamamoto special forces are very high, not to mention Kazuki Yamamoto as the captain, the truck drives fast and steadily.
The drivers of the Sharp Sword Squadron have only just learned to drive, so their driving skills are naturally not as good as those of these Japanese special forces.
In addition, Lu Yingjun and Duan Peng fought all the way and needed to clear the roadblocks, so they were chased by Yamamoto's special team.
"Xiaolu-kun, where are the mobile units?"
Driving past the checkpoint and seeing Japanese corpses on the ground, Yamamoto Kazuki asked.
This is the last checkpoint, and ahead is the Zhengtai Highway. The Zhengtai Highway and Zhengtai Railway are now controlled by the Eighth Route Army.
If it hadn't been for Shinozuka Yoshio's order, Yamamoto Kazuki would definitely not have attacked.
In the eyes of Yamamoto Kazuki, the special agent team is a strategic team, not a tactical team. Their goals are all strategic goals. Except for Li Yunlong, only the group army headquarters is qualified to dispatch them.
"Moses Moses..."
Goro Oka picked up the radio and called.
A moment later, Xiaolu Wulanghui reported: "Dazuo, the mobile troops are two kilometers behind us."
The so-called mobile force is also called a quick reaction force. In addition to trucks, it is also equipped with armored vehicles and tanks, and its firepower is very powerful.
"Humph, a bunch of trash."
Yamamoto Kazuki's eyes flashed:
"What a bullshit quick reaction force. The reaction of these guys is too slow. If we relied on them to chase the enemy, the enemy would have fled long ago."
"Your Excellency Dazuo, do we want to continue chasing?" Xiaolu Goro asked worriedly, "There are enemies everywhere outside the city now..."
"Only chase for ten kilometers." Yamamoto Kazuki said: "We don't need to rush up and bite the enemy's positions and trenches like a tactical team."
"Also, I seem to have seen the tail lights of enemy trucks, getting them ready to fight!"
"Open fire immediately when you see the enemy and kill them without mercy!"
"Hi!" Xiaolu Goro quickly conveyed the order to the special agents in the car.
Several special agents mounted their MP38 submachine guns on the cab, ready to fire at any time.
Thanks to Yamamoto Kazuki's superb posture skills, he caught up within a few minutes. The submachine guns of both sides fired fiercely from a distance of more than 200 meters.
However, since the range of more than 200 meters was beyond the effective range of submachine guns, neither side took advantage of the exchange of fire.
The windshield in front of Yamamoto Kazuki was smashed by bullets, and the Japanese submachine gun bullets made a crackling sound on the truck.
"Idiot, hit its tires!"
Yamamoto Kazuki lowered his head to avoid the incoming bullets and roared loudly.
"Zhang Tianfu, knock off its headlights for me!"
On the truck of the Sharp Sword Squadron, Duan Peng immediately shouted when he saw that the Japanese driver had not been killed.
Zhang Tianfu then set up his Type 97 sniper rifle, pushed the bullet into the chamber, aimed at the headlights of the Japanese truck, and pulled the trigger.
However, due to the too bumpy situation, the shot missed. The enemy's submachine gun bullets swept over them in a fan shape, and everyone hurriedly lay down on the car to avoid it.
Fortunately, the power of submachine gun bullets drops significantly after exceeding the effective range, and they are unable to penetrate the rear steel plate of the truck.
However, the Japanese submachine guns failed to hit the tires of our trucks.
The team member holding the submachine gun did not show his head, stretched out the gun, and fired towards the back.
"Load rockets for me, I'll blow him up to death!" Duan Peng reached out and grabbed the bazooka rocket launcher and said loudly.
A team member opened the ammunition box with a flashlight in his mouth, took out a rocket, pulled out the safety pin, loaded the rocket into the chamber, and then took out the wire from the tail of the rocket and connected it.
The team member finally freed up his hand, took out the flashlight from his mouth, and patted Duan Peng on the shoulder: "Loading is complete, this is the last rocket."
"Why is this the last shot?"
"You're such a fool that you don't know how to bring more."
"Let's go!"
Although he was swearing, his hands were not idle. He placed the rocket launcher on the edge of the truck, looked at the truck through the scope, and quickly pulled the trigger.
At this time, the distance between the Japanese truck and our truck was within meters.
However, this section of the road is straight without any turns, so Duan Peng's use of a rocket launcher to hit the Japanese truck was equivalent to hitting a fixed target.
Although it was dark night, the Japanese's headlights were an eye-catching target.
stop!
As Duan Peng pressed launch, the rocket was controlled by electromagnetism, and the rocket quickly flew out of the launch tube.
Kazuki Yamamoto, who had been driving the truck, was at the moment when the bazooka was launched.
An extremely strong sense of crisis surged into Yamamoto's heart, and he almost subconsciously and conditionedly opened the door and jumped out.
Also jumping out of the car with Kazuki Yamamoto was Goro Oga. Although Goro Oga was very young, he could become a communications soldier and guard beside Kazuki Yamamoto.
Oga Goro's skills can definitely rank among the top ten special agents.
The initial speed of a rocket fired from a rocket launcher is 100 meters per second, which means that it takes about 2 seconds for the rocket to fly over from our truck.
Kazuki Yamamoto and Goro Oga were able to jump out of the car, but other team members in the car could not. In order to maintain confidentiality and concealment, the special agent team covered the bed of the truck with a truck tarpaulin.
Peng!
!
A huge explosion sounded.
The gunshots of the Japanese were stopped, but the night was shaken. The ground was shaking violently. The Japanese truck exploded and formed a cloud of smoke that was 10 meters high!
The few Japs agents who were shooting saw something flying towards them, but the Japs sitting under the tarpaulin of the truck did not react and were blown to pieces in the mud of the lake.
The explosion was so violent and sudden that there was no time to even scream.
The fragments of the car and the broken limbs of the special agents flew everywhere, and then fell from the sky.
Fortunately, there were ridges next to the road, so Goro Ogama and Kazuki Yamamoto both jumped under the ridge. Otherwise, even if they jumped onto the road, they would most likely be affected by the air wave of the explosion.
The three trucks behind quickly stopped and jumped out of the truck nervously. In the first truck was their eldest son. This group of special agents were afraid that something unexpected might happen to Kazuki Yamamoto here.
A raging fire broke out on the road, with thick smoke rising into the sky. The firelight reflected the livid face of Yamamoto Kazuki who climbed up from under the ridge.
On the truck were twenty members of two combat teams of the Special Forces.
A quarter was lost in one fell swoop.
This made Mr. Yamamoto feel like his heart was bleeding!
"What kind of weapon was that just now?"
Xiaolu Goro, who climbed up from the other side of the road, looked surprised and uncertain. What kind of weapon was that just now? Is it so powerful?
The remaining sixty or so agents gathered around the truck that was almost shattered by the bombing. They were silent and looked sad.
"Bagaya road!"
Kazuki Yamamoto angrily raised the submachine gun on his chest and pulled the trigger in the direction of the Sword Squadron truck leaving.
Da da da…
The submachine gun bullets scattered randomly.
However, Yamamoto Kazuki no longer dared to pursue him if the other party launched another bomb like the one just now.
The consequences could be disastrous.
Duan Peng grinned when he saw the Japanese truck being hit by bullets and bursting into flames, and when he heard the Japanese shooting randomly into the dark night.
"Little devil, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it!"
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This chapter has been completed!