It was calm outside Baoying City, and Lieyan's second special operations team, where Han Er belonged, was sneaking forward as quietly as ghosts.
Four puppet soldiers wrapped in thick cotton-padded clothes were holding guns and guarding a checkpoint across a bridge. They were the outermost guard posts.
About a mile away from them were two turrets next to each other, and high-power searchlights were mechanically shining on the surroundings.
"Damn, these guerrillas have gone to Gaoyou in the south, and they don't know why we are being asked to stay here."
It was a cold night, and even though the puppet soldiers were wrapped in thick cotton clothes, their noses were still running from the cold. They looked enviously at the turrets a mile away behind them, and complained in low voices.
Although the puppet soldiers surrendered to the Japanese and could show off their power in front of the common people, in fact they had a low status in front of the Japanese. They were often shouted around and easily beaten and scolded by the Japanese.
Most of the tasks such as duty at night would fall on these puppet soldiers who grandma did not care for and uncle did not love, while the Japanese hid in the warm and comfortable turrets and barracks to sleep.
"Stop complaining, how can you compare with Taijun?" Hearing someone complain, another puppet soldier was used to it.
"You have to learn from Translator Wang. It's hard work to fawn over the prince. Your life now is so comfortable." A puppet soldier said with envy as he stamped his cold feet.
...
The voices of several puppet soldiers sounded faintly in the cold wind, but what these puppet soldiers didn't know was that several ghostly figures were approaching them.
"You guys watch it first, I'll put some water in it."
While chatting, a puppet soldier became impatient. He ran to the side of the road and leaned his gun against a small tree. Then he stood, unbuttoned his pants, and started to release water into the darkness.
Just when the puppet soldier was feeling comfortable and waterproof, a black shadow suddenly appeared from under the roadbed next to him, which scared the puppet soldier to death.
But before he could react, his mouth was tightly wrapped by big hands, and immediately a sharp blade was wiped across his neck, and a large stream of warm blood spurted out.
This stern and solemn-looking brother of the special forces gently placed the dead puppet soldier on the ground and looked towards the bridge. The other three puppet soldiers were still talking and laughing, without the slightest alertness.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
With the dull sound of several sharp blades piercing the body, several puppet soldiers who were alive just now soon turned into stiff corpses.
The brothers of the Second Flame Special Forces Team waved their hands towards the darkness in the distance, and then two snipers, Han Er and Li Shoujiang, rushed over from a distance.
The brothers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Team have long been familiar with doing these things, because during training at the secret camp in Huaiyin, several teams often engaged in actual combat confrontations.
The Japanese were also very smart. In addition to placing open sentries at these important bridges and intersections, they also placed some hidden sentries and mobile sentries in some hidden places. The guard was neither fearful nor strict.
But in the eyes of the brothers in the special operations team, the little devil's tricks were not enough.
Those seemingly concealed hidden sentries and floating sentries were sometimes suddenly attacked before they understood what was going on. They even died without even seeing what their enemies looked like.
Han Er and Li Shoujiang had been protecting the brothers from behind with their 97-type sniper rifles equipped with scopes. The brothers responsible for taking action soon became full of blood.
In just half an hour, they had killed a total of fifteen people on both the open and covert sentries, which was equivalent to a squad.
"Safety!"
Han Er held up the 97-modified sniper rifle and looked around. After confirming that there were no enemies, he made a safety gesture towards the darkness behind him.
Two brothers carrying flower machine guns carefully emerged from the dark grass and walked under a wooden stake.
One brother squatted and stayed in place to cover, while the other brother climbed up the wooden post like a nimble ape, and with a clicking sound, cut off the Japanese phone line.
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The brothers of Lieyan Special Warfare carried out the tasks of clearing outposts and cutting telephone lines before the attack without any pressure. Before the large forces of the Northern Jiangsu Corps launched the attack, the Japanese outposts and communication networks were basically paralyzed.
"Report, all assault troops are in place."
"Report, the telephone lines in various Japanese positions outside the city and in villages where puppet troops are stationed have been cut off."
"The brothers in the machine gun company have completed the artillery preparations."
...
As time passed, all the troops responsible for the attack were in place, and it was almost five o'clock in the morning. Everyone in the headquarters turned their attention to Yang Ling, waiting for him to issue orders.
"Attack!"
When the hands pointed to five o'clock, Yang Ling decisively gave the order to attack.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The staff officer who had already prepared stood in the yard and fired three green flares into the sky.
In such an eerie and silent night, the flare that suddenly shot into the air was particularly conspicuous.
"what is that?"
The puppet troops standing guard on the gun towers also saw signal flares rising in the distance, and they all looked around.
"It seems to be a signal bomb fired from Yuzhuang." Some puppet soldiers judged.
"Who's so free, why bother setting off flares at night?" the puppet squad leader said, yawning.
"Signal...flare, do you think that's a signal flare?" Soon, the puppet squad leader reacted.
"It should be a signal bomb." A puppet soldier said firmly.
"What's wrong!" Looking at the signal bombs swinging in the sky in the distance, the squad leader of the puppet army changed his face wildly: "Quickly fire a warning shot, there is an enemy attack!"
Although the reaction speed of the squad leader of the puppet army was not slow, it was still a step too late.
"Bang bang bang..."
A sheet of gunfire suddenly flashed in the darkness far away from the turret, and the whistling bullets dragged dazzling trajectories toward the turret.
"Puff puff!"
"ah!"
The few puppet soldiers standing on the turret became living targets. With the dull sound of bullets entering their bodies and blood flowing rapidly, they screamed and fell from the turret.
The sudden sound of gunfire startled the puppet machine gunner guarding the shooting hole. He quickly got up and pointed the machine gun at the outside, firing a hail of bullets.
"boom!"
However, before the puppet machine gunner's magazine was finished, with a roaring explosion, a hole was blasted next to the shooting hole. Bricks and soil fell rustling, and the gun tower was crooked.
It was about to collapse after being bombarded by a cannon.
The Japanese and puppet army's artillery towers were a trump card against the Chinese corps with only light weapons, but now that the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps had infantry artillery, the situation was reversed, and the artillery towers were living targets.
With the red light of several explosions, several artillery towers blocking the main attack path, along with the puppet troops and Japanese soldiers stationed inside, were directly blown to pieces amidst the roar.
"Boom!—Boom!"
A small amount of infantry artillery was used to deal with these obstacles that blocked the infantry charge. The mortars and Type 92 infantry artillery of the machine gun company were more used to attack the marked barracks, positions and fortresses of the Japanese and puppet troops.