The winding and rugged mountain roads are hidden among the forest ravines, and the cool mountain breeze makes a rustling sound through the dense jungle branches.
Two military tents were stationed in the lee of the mountain col, and an infantry detachment of Japanese soldiers was temporarily stationed here to be responsible for the safety of the mountain road.
Wang Zikun selected more than ten skilled brothers to quietly walk through the dense woods and sneak to the bushes about 200 meters away from the Japanese to lie down and take cover.
Perhaps the Japanese thought they would not encounter much danger in this inaccessible mountainous area, so the Japanese team responsible for guarding the transportation lines was very lax in its defense.
On the mountain road away from the two ends of the tent, there were two Japanese sentries with loaded ammunition, their legs spread apart, their eyes fixed on both ends of the mountain road, and they were on guard with their guns.
In the open space in front of the tent, eight Japanese soldiers were sitting around a crackling fire, smoking, talking and laughing. A skinned rabbit was roasting on the fire. The rabbit was glowing golden.
Glossy and fragrant.
Compared with the friendly forces who fought repeatedly with the Chinese army on the front of Minshan, this detachment that was deployed to the rear to guard the transportation line rarely got a chance to rest and recuperate, so they were as relaxed as if they were sightseeing.
For them, the Chinese army in the Minshan area is already teetering under the fierce offensive of their 6th Brigade and may collapse at any time.
Their victory is just around the corner. They only need to rest here for a few days. When the frontline troops defeat the Chinese army, they can smoothly enter the De'an area.
Compared with the Jiujiang and Ruichang areas that have been ruined by them, De'an is still very tempting to them, and they can plunder again.
But what they didn't expect was that Yang Ling had already led an elite force to bypass the Minshan frontier battlefield and appeared beside them, but they were still unaware of it.
Wang Zikun, a student soldier who gave up his writing and joined the army, grew up on the battlefield of blood and fire. He was already unfazed by all kinds of vicious enemies.
His keen eyes passed over the sentries with guns on guard, then over the Japanese soldiers sitting around eating, drinking, chatting and laughing, and finally stopped at the two tents where the situation inside could not be seen.
This should be a standard Japanese infantry squad, but there were only ten Japanese soldiers appearing in his field of vision at this moment, which meant that there were at least three more in the tent.
Their mission this time was to prepare to ambush the Japanese transport team. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, they had to kill this Japanese sentry unit quietly.
If it were night, Wang Zikun would be absolutely sure that he would kill them before they fired the signal, but now that it was daytime, he would have to spend more effort.
The hands that Wang Zikun used to read and write had become rough and covered with wounds after a series of bloody battles. He gently patted the disguised brother next to him and pointed to the tent over there and made a three sign.
The brother nodded knowingly, and led the other three brothers toward the tent cautiously, and lay down quietly in the bushes behind the tent.
Before leaving, Yang Ling gave some simple instructions to the brothers on how to disguise themselves. At this moment, they were covered with branches and weeds and lying on the ground. It was difficult to identify them without careful observation.
The brother who was responsible for killing the Japs' sentries also quietly sneaked to the closest possible distance from the Japs. When Wang Zikun and the others were well prepared, the careless little Japs were still not aware of it at all.
Perhaps it was because this was an inaccessible mountainous area and it was at their rear, so the group of little devils who were eating and drinking did not realize at all that a big net had been draped over them.
Seeing that everything was ready, Wang Zikun took out the bayonet from the scabbard at his waist and held it in his hand. He stared at the Japanese who were sitting around talking and laughing, and tiptoed over with his brothers.
The mountain breeze was cool and the smell of barbecue made people salivate, but Wang Zikun and the others' hearts were beating nervously and their palms were sweating.
When they had just left the forest and had not gone a few steps away, one of the brothers focused only on the Japanese and did not notice a small pit at his feet.
With his feet in the air, this brother stumbled forward and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.
The sudden exclamation attracted everyone's attention, and the little devils turned their heads and looked this way.
When they saw Wang Zikun and others holding bayonets in their hands, the Chinese troops suddenly appeared beside them like ghosts, the little Japanese were stunned, with faces full of shock and disbelief.
"Kill!" Wang Zikun didn't care to blame the brother who alerted the Japanese. He raised his bayonet and jumped towards him with a low roar.
Seeing Wang Zikun's murderous look and the cold-glow bayonet in his hand, even a fool would know what happened.
"Chinese! Enemy attack!"
"Send the flare quickly!"
The Japanese Army Sergeant was the first to react. He almost jumped up from the ground, roaring and rushing towards the rifles that were set up not far away.
Hearing the Japs Sergeant's roar, the rest of the Japs were like frightened rabbits, their reaction speeds were astonishingly fast. Some were busy grabbing guns, while others wanted to set off flares.
The Japanese sentry guns standing at both ends of the road were in their hands. Seeing the situation here, they hurriedly pulled the bolt and prepared to raise the gun and shoot.
But before the butts of their rifles reached their shoulders, someone swooped out from the bushes beside them, and their bayonets pierced their bodies.
"Ah - poof -"
Before the guns of the two Japanese sentries fired, they were thrown to the ground, and the sharp bayonets plunged into their chests, causing them to scream in pain.
But their screams soon stopped. After being stabbed with a few knives, they opened their mouths to scream, but a large amount of blood came out, and they died soon after.
But before the Japanese soldier here could reach the place where his gun was resting, he collided head-on with Wang Zikun.
The Japanese Army Sergeant had rich fighting experience. He was stabbed in the arm and was bleeding profusely. However, his burly body also knocked Wang Zikun to the ground.
Fortunately, another brother rushed up in time, grabbed the soldier's thigh and pulled it, knocking the soldier to the ground. Otherwise, the soldier would have grabbed the gun standing next to him.
The brothers rushed up one after another and struggled with the Japanese soldiers. The Japanese wanted to grab weapons, but how could the brothers let them do so? They cursed and roared constantly, bayonets flew and blood spattered.
Although the brothers were not as physically fit as the little Japs, they had bayonets in their hands and were poking and stabbing hard. How could the little Japs be an opponent with their bare hands? Soon the situation became one-sided.
As several little devils were knocked to the ground, the brothers who had free hands joined the fighting group next to them, and soon all the little devils were knocked down.
The three little devils who were still sleeping soundly in the tent had their throats cut by the brothers who rushed in, and their bodies were dragged out like dead dogs.
The entire raid battle ended in less than three minutes. It seemed short, but it was extremely dangerous. Five brothers lost the prize.