The sound of the whistling wind covered up most of the footsteps of the commandos. The only two remaining puppet army guard posts were in a state of confusion. They yawned and dozed off, their vigilance was greatly reduced, and they were completely unaware that the god of death was approaching them step by step.
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Two black figures suddenly appeared from behind the puppet army. They were faster than a leopard. They held daggers in their hands and thrust them straight into the puppet army's heart.
As soon as the word "enemy" in "enemy attack..." was uttered, a sharp dagger pierced through the military uniform and went straight into the heart. A big hand went around the neck of the puppet soldier and covered his mouth with force to prevent him from speaking.
After the two puppet soldiers died completely, the commandos carefully placed their bodies on the ground.
Then he waved his hand behind him, and the remaining members of the assault company immediately rushed into the checkpoint position.
The submachine guns and box cannons in their hands had been replaced with daggers on the road. They worked in pairs and immediately attacked the other puppet army security posts that were sleeping soundly around them.
Soon the strong smell of blood filled the air above the position.
The squad leader of the assault company waved back again. This time, a platoon of thirty soldiers from the quick reaction battalion entered the position.
About a squad of soldiers were holding rifles and standing guard around the tents of the Japanese and puppet troops. The other soldiers all clenched their bayonets and followed the assault squad into the tents...
The screams soon spread in the tent, but they only lasted for half a minute before disappearing.
Every soldier who walked out of the tent was carrying a rifle and a bullet belt on his back, and the bayonet in his hand was dripping with the blood of the Japs...
"Squad leader, a member of the first squad of the assault company was slightly injured, but it does not affect the combat effectiveness." The deputy squad leader of the first squad of the assault company quickly glanced at the surrounding subordinates and ran to the squad leader to report.
The platoon leader of the quick reaction battalion then rushed over: "Squad leader Wang, my platoon sacrificed a soldier and seriously injured another soldier, but the other soldiers are intact..."
The team leader, Squad Leader Wang, did not have any overreaction. He glanced at his watch and began to issue orders: "The wounded, the remains of the sacrificed soldiers, the seized materials, weapons and ammunition, will be immediately handed over to the local armed forces who just led us..."
"Others follow me and move the roadblock. The leader's motorcade will be here soon."
"Rumble..."
The roar of the engine suddenly sounded at the end of the road, and the dazzling car lights came into view of the soldiers at the same time.
The roar became louder and louder, and the convoy got closer and closer. Like the wind, it quickly crossed the checkpoint and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The squad leader looked away from the end of the road and ordered again: "Restore the checkpoint immediately, cooperate with the local troops to sweep away the ruts on the road, and never leave any clues to the Japanese and puppet troops. Go faster."
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Tainangou is a village that the special forces must pass through when marching westward to Taiyuan. The Japanese army built a medium-sized stronghold here and stationed a reinforced squadron and a battalion of the Imperial Alliance Army, totaling more than 500 people.
It is the largest stronghold with the largest number of troops stationed within 100 kilometers along the highway.
When a level is under siege, this medium-sized stronghold is no exception.
The only difference is that there are many more troops attacking them.
At three o'clock in the morning, all five heavy mortars that Wei Dayong spent a lot of effort to transport were set up outside the stronghold.
The one-meter-long barrel pointed straight into the sky, and the gunner squatted beside it and quickly adjusted the shooting elements to ensure that all five mortars hit the central turret of the stronghold in the first round.
It is the tallest fortification in the entire stronghold. It is made entirely of masonry and is very solid.
The long antenna of the radio station was set up on the top of the turret, indicating that the only radio station in the garrison was inside the turret.
By destroying the gun towers, the garrison at the stronghold will not be able to report the news of the attack on the stronghold via wireless points.
On the road more than 500 meters away from the stronghold, two soldiers were lying in ambush next to the telephone pole, preparing to cut down the telephone pole as soon as the battle started and cut off the stronghold's telephone contact with the outside world.
He divided his two main companies into two, and surrounded the stronghold in squad and platoon units, eliminating all the Japanese and puppet troops who wanted to escape the stronghold, and not letting anyone slip through the net.
Another company was responsible for the main attack, charging into the stronghold under the cover of heavy mortars and destroying the enemy.
"Batalion Commander, it's almost time..." the instructor reminded after looking at his watch.
"The regiment leader will pass here in half an hour. We must end the battle within twenty minutes, seize the stronghold, and open the road..." Wei Dayong answered seriously.
Then he turned his attention to the heavy mortar company next to him: "It's up to you whether you can cut off all connections between the stronghold and the outside world in one fell swoop. Start attacking."
"Boom boom boom..."
The dull sound of mortar shelling soon rang in Wei Dayong's ears, and five shells weighing more than ten kilograms roared out of the barrel and smashed into the stronghold in a parabola.
Five balls of fire first came into Wei Dayong's field of vision. They were orange-red and very dazzling.
One of the flames rose directly on the top of the turret, and the remaining four blazes just surrounded the turret.
It took more than two seconds before the violent explosion reached Wei Dayong's ears.
The turret appears to have been undamaged and still stands in the middle of the stronghold.
However, with the power of 120 mm caliber artillery shells, even if the stronghold is not destroyed, as long as it explodes at close range, the powerful shock wave will still bring a devastating blow to the Japanese and puppet troops in the gun tower.
Now one shell hits the turret, and four shells explode around the turret. Even if the little devil inside is not dead, he will be seriously injured and lose his combat effectiveness.
Moreover, the antenna of the Little Japanese radio station was placed on the top of the tower. If a shell hit the top of the tower, the antenna would definitely be destroyed in the explosion.
Without the antenna, even if the Japanese operator was alive, he would not be able to send a telegram.
All the worries in Wei Dayong's mind suddenly disappeared.
He waved his fist and hit the ground in front of him, shouting happily: "Good blast..."
"Fire two more rounds of shells to blow up any fish that have slipped through the building."
"Then call out the turrets and bunkers in the main attack direction one by one to cover the troops as they advance into the stronghold."
The Japanese squadron leader who defended the stronghold was lucky not to be on duty at the central tower tonight.
After being awakened by the explosion, my first reaction was that the stronghold was under attack. I put on my military uniform and rushed to the gun tower.
That is the commanding heights of the stronghold, overlooking the entire battlefield. Once the squadron leader enters the stronghold, he will set up his headquarters there.
As soon as he rushed out of the room, a second round of heavy artillery shells hit him, and the powerful air wave almost knocked him over.
His expression changed drastically, and he shouted out loud: "It's a heavy mortar..."
"Only large-caliber artillery shells can make such a loud explosion."
"The enemy who attacked us is equipped with large-caliber mortars...the troops in the running building are finished..."
He turned around and hurried back to the room, grabbed the phone on the table and started making calls.
Ten seconds passed, and there was no response from the receiver.
The squadron leader put down the phone and picked it up again. He continued to make calls, but there was still no response from the receiver.
I tried several times before finally giving up with a look of despair.
"The central turret was bombed, and the radio station is unable to send out telegrams... Now our telephone contact with the outside world has been cut off. The enemy wants to eliminate us here quietly..."
