Yamamoto Kazuki, who is obsessed with proving his special operations skills, is now busy with another thing - restoring the special service system.
Yes, to put it simply, it is to replenish the special agent team.
There was no way. In the battle of Yangcun, Yamamoto's special agent team suffered too many casualties. The original organization was directly crippled. Yamamoto's heart was bleeding. He worked hard to form and train the elite special agent team members, who lost forty directly.
Six people, including the ace sniper Shadow.
Fortunately, Kazuki Yamamoto has made great efforts to replenish the reserve personnel of the special agent team.
Of course, he has also considered the attrition of the special agent team.
Therefore, after the formal members of the special agent team were trained, the reserve soldiers were not idle either. They continued to conduct military training to meet the standards required by the special agent team.
In order to meet this standard, the reservists even directly used some captured and strong live prisoners of war from the national army for combat training.
Somewhere in the valley of Niutoushan was one of the places where the reservists of Yamamoto's special agent team used live prisoners of war for combat training. There was a hidden prisoner-of-war camp built by the Japanese specifically to provide prisoners of war for training for Yamamoto's special agent team. The architectural structure of this prisoner-of-war camp is simple. It is a large courtyard surrounded by high walls. However, at the four corners of the rectangular courtyard, there are watchtowers built by the Japanese. There are also Japanese soldiers with machine guns on the watchtowers.
Provide high-altitude fire strikes at any time to ensure that prisoners of war in prison camps will not riot.
In addition, the exit of the prisoner-of-war camp compound is always guarded by heavily armed Japanese sentries.
The entire prisoner of war camp was heavily guarded.
At this moment, a group of people with different attire, unkempt hair, and disheveled faces gathered in the prisoner-of-war camp compound. Judging from their general clothing, they seemed to be soldiers of the National Army.
There are thirty-three of them in total, and it can be seen that their faces are full of confusion about the sudden appearance here, and they don't understand what these little devils are going to do.
The crowd was noisy. The soldiers raised their heads and looked around, and what they saw was the Japanese machine guns.
The Japs on guard next to them pointed their guns at these soldiers, each of them with cold eyes and silence like a piece of wood.
There were murmurs in the crowd, and the soldiers were speculating on the Japanese's intention of suddenly bringing them here.
A voice said, "Monk, what do you think this stupid little devil did to suddenly transfer us from the mine?"
The person being questioned was a young man. He was very strong, over 1.8 meters tall, and he stood out among the soldiers.
The most impressive thing is the thick eyebrows and big eyes embedded in the square face of this young man, as well as the unyielding and unyielding expression that comes from frowning. This is in line with the expressions that appear on the faces of the surrounding soldiers.
Numbness and despair are completely different.
This man's name is Wei Dayong. He is not yet 18 years old this year. It is said that he is from Dengfeng, Henan. He has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for ten years and has developed good martial arts. However, young people are very fierce and brave, because they often fight with their martial arts.
After breaking the rules, he was kicked out of the Shaolin Temple by the abbot and joined his brother who was a company commander in the Central Army.
Relying on his martial arts skills, bravery in combat, and unafraid of death, Wei Dayong was quickly promoted to sergeant squad leader of the 27th National Army Division.
As a result, the Chinese army was defeated in the Battle of Xinkou, and Wei Dayong was captured because of his injuries.
To this day, Wei Dayong has been in the Japanese concentration camp for almost three months.
Many prisoners were taken into the Japanese concentration camp, including those from the Central Army and some from the local army.
During the period of being captured, Japanese soldiers often came to the concentration camp to persuade the prisoners to surrender, saying that as long as they were willing to join the Imperial Army and be loyal to the Emperor of Japan, they could leave the concentration camp and live a life of food and clothing.
The national soldiers who were captured together with Wei Wei Dayong initially scorned the Japanese's attempts to persuade them to surrender, but as they suffered and tortured in the concentration camp, some of them soon swayed.
The number of national soldiers around Wei Dayong is decreasing day by day.
Naturally, he defected to the Japanese and became a puppet army.
A companion who was ready to surrender to the Japanese and become a puppet army advised Wei Dayong.
"Monk, there is no hope. Don't hold on. If you continue to carry on, you will have to stay in this dark concentration camp until you die. Why not surrender to the Japanese? At least there is a way to survive."
As a result, Wei Dayong cursed: "I am a member of the Central Army, how can I not even have the backbone? Let me be a traitor, it is better to let me die."
Because of this heroic adverb, Wei Dayong also became a prisoner and a "flag" of the Central Army. Many soldiers of the Central Army were hesitant at first, but because of Wei Dayong's pride and determination, they followed him.
I persisted and did not choose to surrender.
Naturally, the little Japanese will not make things easier for these prisoners of war who insist on not surrendering.
Let’s not talk about the poor quality of black beans and bran. I only eat one meal a day, and sometimes I can’t even eat one meal. I have to be whipped by the Japanese with whips and driven to mine, carrying all kinds of clothes.
After being tortured for a whole day with bloody stains, he would be stuffed into this narrow and dirty concentration camp cell at night.
The torture is repeated day after day.
As time went by, fewer and fewer of Wei Dayong's companions who were captured but still persisted, and in the end, only two people were left.
The person talking to Wei Dayong in front of him was one of them. His real name seemed to be Liu Dan or something. Wei Dayong couldn't remember it clearly. He only knew that this guy seemed to be the deputy platoon leader of the National Army's artillery company. It was said that his artillery skills were first-rate and he used his own
In other words, he has also fired a German-made 150mm heavy howitzer, which is a sacred weapon of the country, and he talks about it all day long.
Wei Dayong simply gave him a nickname, "Howitzer".
There is also a man named Dong San, who seems to be a soldier from a supply camp of the national army.
Because they had similar aspirations and were very courageous, they persisted in the concentration camp for nearly three months and never chose to surrender. The three of them got together and became good friends in the prisoner of war camp.
Back in front of him, after Howitzer asked, the monk curled his lips and replied: "Who knows, I don't understand the thoughts of beasts?"
"Maybe we should all be gathered together and shot!" the howitzer said, with a bit of regret in his words, "What a damn pity, I haven't played with a real heavy howitzer yet!"
Dong San, who was standing next to him, came over with his old face. He wanted to persevere in the concentration camp without an optimistic attitude. He grinned and said, "Howitzer, didn't you say you have shot it?"
A pun.
The howitzer smiled bitterly and said: "I'm just kidding you, do you believe it? The heavy howitzer is an important national weapon. Only the soldiers of the heavy artillery regiment have the opportunity to touch it. How can I get it?"
"I bet you were bragging before?"
"People are going to die, why are you bragging?"
"No, you crow's mouth, don't let your words get it right, the Japanese really gathered us here and shot us!"
The monk glared at the two of them, "You two cowards, why are you scared?"
Howitzer scolded: "The scar on my head is no bigger than a bowl. If you are afraid, you should have been afraid three years ago. Monk, you should be more polite. I am the platoon leader. Do you know that I am a second lieutenant? This is an officer, how can I look like that?"