There are Japanese sentries on the second floor, but there are no searchlights on the second floor. In addition, the searchlights on the third floor are also controlled by Japanese sentries. The Japanese sentries on the second floor may occasionally look at the place illuminated by the searchlights, but they definitely will not.
I will keep my eyes fixed on the searchlight.
So there are articles to be written here.
The middle turret is the largest among the three Japanese turrets. It has the strongest firepower and the largest number of people.
Three minutes ago.
That is one fifty-seven in the morning.
Wang An, the puppet company commander, quietly sat up from the bed.
The Japanese sentry on the second floor has just come up for inspection, and also specifically inspected the puppet army's general store. The next inspection should be in half an hour.
At the machine gun port on the third floor of the turret, the Japanese sentries were still holding searchlights and looking around. There were two Japanese sentries. It was probably because the little Japanese were afraid that there was only one person on duty during the night and falling asleep would delay things.
There was another person beside the two Japanese sentries, Wu Scara, the platoon leader of the puppet army's first company. I don't remember much of his real name. He just got this nickname because of a scary big scar on his face. Even
The Japanese all call him Wu Scara.
Wu Scara was also on guard duty, and the Japanese and puppet troops were on guard duty on the third floor.
As for the changing time of the Japanese sentry, it is usually three hours. Since the changing of the guard takes less than an hour, Wang An is not worried about this. He is just worried that the Japanese sentry on the second floor will suddenly run to the third floor on a whim.
Come and inspect again.
But I lowered my head and looked at my watch. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and it was about to be the time agreed with Commander Kong.
Wang An sat up and deliberately yawned, cursing and saying: "Damn, I woke up after holding in my urine. If I had known better, I wouldn't have drank so much water before going to bed."
Wang An found his shoes from the side of the couch and stood up. There was no toilet in the turret, and he seemed to be looking for a chamber pot with squinted eyes.
But after searching and searching, I somehow found the muzzle of the machine gun. It was obvious that Wang An was a good person, and besides, he was the company commander of the Imperial Association Army, so the Japanese also gave him a bit of a thumbs-down.
"Hey, you two princes, thank you for your hard work! You are still on guard duty in the middle of the night!"
Wang An, who seemed to be getting up for the night, casually greeted the two Japs.
The two Japanese soldiers turned their heads and smiled at Wang An, then turned their heads again and continued to stare at the situation outside the blockhouse.
"Damn, that stupid little devil is quite dedicated."
Wang An cursed a few words in his heart, and while the two Japs were focused on exploring outside the turret, he gave Wu Scara a wink at his side, and then said: "Scarla, it's so tiring at night.
Open your eyes wider and help Taijun stare more. If Taijun is tired, let Taijun rest for a while. Don't stand here like a piece of wood. Do you understand?"
"Yes, company commander!"
Wu Scar responded. When his old face shook, the scar on the left side of his face swayed, looking particularly terrifying.
He has already received the hint. The company commander is urging him to take action!
"Hey, Taijun, please take a break and smoke a cigarette. I'll patrol for a while." Wu Scara said, approaching the Japanese sentry on the right.
Wang An was approaching the other Japanese, "Scar is right, Taijun, you two have a rest for a while, and we will help you keep an eye on it."
With smiles on their faces, the two men quickly approached the Japanese. A dagger, which shone faintly in the dark night, slipped silently into their right hands hidden behind their backs.
As the saying goes, it’s easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against a hidden one!
Don’t be afraid of evil spirits, just be afraid of the knife hidden in your smile!
The Japanese are also human beings, and the two Imperial Army officers are both officers, so they greet each other with smiles.
The two Japanese sentries were completely unprepared.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. Without hesitation, Wang An and Wu Scara moved their hands together. The smiles on their faces froze, but their movements were not slow at all.
After all, they had been soldiers for half their lives, and when their lives were in danger, the two men showed no weakness in their hands. While covering the devil's mouth and nose with their left hand, the dagger in their right hand was fiercely inserted into the devil's heart.
Wang An was brave and careful. The devil in his hand gradually lost its vitality in the final struggle. His eyes were stern, but there was a smile on his lips, "Taijun, how are you? This is a good smoke, that is, you
, if it were anyone else, I would definitely not be willing to ask him to smoke."
As before, I deliberately kept my voice low for fear of disturbing others, but very skillfully covered up the sound of the Japanese's last struggle.
Wu Scara on the side was not as perverted as Wang An. The devil in his hand had no movement. He couldn't help but swallowed hard. Looking at the devil who had been stabbed to death by a knife in his heart, he slowly left the knife with his right hand.
The handle can't help but tremble.
Wang An gave Wu Scara a hard look.
Shaking?
Shake your ass!
You got on the pirate ship, and now there is no turning back. Besides, these devils deserve to die.
If we don’t kill them, Commander Kong will definitely kill us if he turns around.
Isn’t our battalion commander jumping for joy? He has always been loyal to the Japanese, but what happened? He was hanged from the beam of his house at night.
The people all said that the battalion commander was a traitor and committed suicide out of shame and fear of crime.
I believe you, you idiot. That bastard battalion commander cherishes his own life more than anything else. Damn it if he is willing to hang himself.
It must have been Commander Kong who did it. Otherwise, how could Commander Kong’s men find him on the back foot?
But what does it have to do with me?
I am a patriotic Chinese!
Even if he is a traitor now, he is still in Cao Ying and his heart is with Han.
This time, I know exactly what the brothers under my command are thinking. Those who can be trusted have been kept, and those who cannot be trusted have been kicked to other companies by me.
Damn it, you little devil!
Commander Kong has already said that if we take down Xiao'an Town this time, I will be credited with a great achievement!
..."I'll control the searchlight first. You hurry up and send a signal to Commander Kong and others, and then ask the brothers to get up and prepare quickly." Wang An said in Wu Scara's ear.
"Commander Kong and the others should be heading towards the gun tower now, right?"
While Wang An was operating the searchlight, he secretly thought that the Japanese sentries on the second floor would not keep an eye on the searchlight anyway. Wang An deliberately extended the searchlight patrol time to allow Kong Jie and the others to hide.
Turn on the searchlight for exploration.
There was still deathly silence outside the blockhouse. Except for the area illuminated by the searchlight, everything was blurry.
Wang An didn't find any trace of Kong Jie and others, which surprised him secretly. Captain Kong and the others were really impressive.
It is said that the two gun towers in the Changpo stronghold were suddenly captured by Commander Kong and others.
Thinking of this, Wang An felt more and more that surrendering to the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army was the wisest choice.
Turning his head and looking at the two slightly shorter turrets on the left and right, Wang An was a little worried, but then he thought about it, the two surrounding turrets were far inferior to the central turret in terms of troop strength and firepower configuration, and the Japanese sentries on the third floor were only
One person.
The second platoon leader and the third platoon leader also followed their old subordinates, so it shouldn't be a problem to kill the Japanese sentries at night...