Zhang Handuo failed to defeat Yang Ling in the end. Although it was extremely risky to infiltrate Maogu Village, once the Japanese headquarters was taken away and their command system was disrupted, the battle would be certain.
"How many people are you going to take?" Zhang Handuo asked Yang Ling.
Yang Ling replied: "The less, the better. If there are more people, it will be easier to be exposed."
Zhang Handuo nodded and infiltrated into Maogu Village. It was like a sheep in a tiger's den. If he was not careful, the entire army would be annihilated. Therefore, he respected Yang Ling's choice, which was to keep the number of people smaller.
"Are there any requirements for personnel?" Zhang Handuo asked again.
"Just pick someone from the sniper platoon, but I need someone who is proficient in Japanese in case of emergency."
The brothers in the sniper platoon were all trained by Yang Ling himself, and they are all outstanding in terms of marksmanship and various military skills.
Yang Ling's original intention was to let the brothers in the sniper platoon go through some training and form a special operations unit based on them to carry out special operations such as attacks, killings and beheadings, so he gave them more training in this area on weekdays.
All the brothers in the sniper platoon who survived the battlefield have now become the backbone of the army. When they are deployed to perform tasks, Zhang Handuo feels distressed, but he is able to help.
But it was difficult for him to find someone who was proficient in Japanese. Most of the soldiers in the army were illiterate. Yang Ling organized literacy classes, but the war was tense and study time was limited.
They have not learned their mother tongue well. Now, trying to find someone who is proficient in Japanese is almost like finding a needle in a haystack.
"I'll call the brigade headquarters to see if they can help."
Zhang Handuo thought about it over and over, and finally decided to ask the brigade headquarters for help. After all, he knew the situation in their regiment. During the training, the officers learned a few simple Japanese greetings, but they were not relevant at all.
Zhang Handuo called the brigade headquarters to find someone who was proficient in Japanese, while Yang Ling went to the company to select people to follow him.
When he and his men passed by the rest area of the Third Battalion and the First Company, he suddenly heard the chirping sounds of the Japanese coming out from behind the wall. He was so frightened that he hurriedly pulled the bolt of his gun and rushed over with his men, thinking that the Japanese had counterattacked.
Second lieutenant platoon leader Wang Dongming was having fun with a young soldier in Japanese when he suddenly heard footsteps. When he looked up, he saw that the black muzzle of the gun was already pressed against his forehead. He was suddenly confused.
"Sir, what are you doing?"
Wang Dongming looked at the murderous Yang Ling and several brothers in the sniper platoon behind him. He was so frightened that he was sweating, and he didn't understand what was going on.
"Who was speaking Japanese just now?" Yang Ling asked with a dark face. Now he even suspected that Wang Dongming was a Japanese spy, so his tone was not so friendly.
Wang Dongming hurriedly explained: "It's me. This brother asked me to teach him, so I just said a few words casually."
"Sir, he said he could speak Japanese, so I asked him to say a few words, and then you guys rushed over..." The little soldier was also frightened and didn't know what happened.
"Where did you learn Japanese?" Yang Ling interrogated.
"When I was in school in Shanghai, I studied Japanese..."
"Then why didn't you say it before?"
Wang Dongming replied helplessly: "Sir, you didn't ask me at that time."
Yang Ling looked at the two people who were embarrassed and didn't look like they were lying. He waved to Huzi and the others to put away their guns. He pointed at Wang Dongming and asked, "Just say a few words and listen."
Wang Dongming didn't know why, so he learned to say a few words. A smile appeared on Yang Ling's face, he patted his shoulder and said, "Follow me."
"Let's go, don't be stunned!" Seeing Wang Dongming standing there without moving, Huzi glared at him and urged.
Wang Dongming followed Yang Ling back to the regiment headquarters with anxiety. After conducting an inspection of Wang Dongming, Yang Ling decided to take Wang Dongming, who could speak Japanese, to carry out the mission.
"What, infiltrating into the enemy's den? Isn't that going to death? I won't go..."
Hearing that infiltration was a life of narrow escape, Wang Dongming turned pale with fright and wanted to refuse, but when he saw Yang Ling's knife-like eyes, he didn't dare to say the words out loud.
"As a Chinese soldier, it is your duty to kill the enemy and serve the country, but we also respect your opinion. You can choose not to go, but after all, you can speak the devil's language. If the devil sends a spy, it will be very serious for us.
Threat, so we will isolate you for review." Zhang Handuo's words contained the slightest hint of threat.
On this chaotic battlefield, the Japanese spies and traitors were all-pervasive, spying on the Chinese army's intelligence and destroying important facilities.
Because there are so many spies and traitors, there is often no time to interrogate them carefully. Once caught, they will be shot on the spot.
Hearing Zhang Handuo's slightly threatening words, Second Lieutenant Platoon Leader Wang Dongming felt regretful. He had nothing to show off in Japanese, but now he was involved.
When he was in the original army, he led the team to arrest many traitors. Although those people also begged for mercy and said that they were wronged, they basically did not escape the fate of being shot. Now that he can speak Japanese, he can't explain himself. If Zhang Handuo really thinks of himself as a spy
, then any explanation on your part will be in vain.
Seeing Wang Dongming hesitating, Yang Ling spoke slowly: "I will personally lead this infiltration and beheading mission. Although it cannot be guaranteed to be foolproof, it is at least 70% to 80% sure of escaping, so you don't have to worry about your safety, no matter how successful it is.
Whether it is or not, each person will be rewarded with fifty silver dollars."
Second lieutenant platoon leader Wang Dongming was hesitant at first, after all, this was going deep into a tiger's den, but when he heard that Yang Ling was leading the team and was also rewarded with fifty silver dollars, he was immediately moved.
You must know that silver coins are much more valuable than legal currency. As long as you participate, you will get silver coins. Besides, Yang Ling leads the team, so the safety is guaranteed.
"Chief Zhang, Chief Yang, you have saved my life. As long as you say a word, let alone the enemy's den, even if the front is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, if I, Wang Dongming, frown, I am not a man!"
Wang Dongming's attitude made a 180-degree turn, which made Zhang Handuo and others a little confused, but since he went, it would save him a lot of worry.
"Okay, change your clothes quickly." Seeing Wang Dongming agree, Yang Ling grabbed the Japanese uniform on the table and threw it towards him.
Wang Dongming grabbed the blood-stained and stinky Japs uniform and felt nauseated. He covered his nose and said, "Sir, could these clothes be ripped off from a dead person?"
Zhang Handuo laughed and scolded: "Stop talking nonsense, put it on, it doesn't matter whether he is alive or dead."
Yang Ling and a group of thirteen people all put on tattered Japs clothes, steel helmets, and many 38 rifles. They looked like a defeated Japs detachment.
After agreeing on the time for the general attack and finalizing some details with the regiment leader Zhang Handuo, Yang Ling and his team, dressed as Japanese soldiers, headed straight for Maogu Village.