"I looked, and there was at most a small group of Japanese. There was a machine gun group on the roof, two inside the warehouse, four outside the door..."
The guerrilla company commander Dao Zi had now put on a dirty old cotton-padded jacket and was mingling among the civilians carrying ammunition. While observing the Japanese guards, he lowered his voice and spoke to Luo Feng.
The Japs' troops in the city are currently stretched thin. They are defending half of Gaoyou's neighborhoods, and they still have to build a defense line and fight with the guerrillas. Therefore, the ammunition depot is weakly guarded, with only a small detachment.
Although there is only one Japanese squad, the Japanese soldiers are highly skilled in individual combat, and Daozi and the others do not dare to underestimate them. After all, there are Japanese patrols in the city.
If the warehouse cannot be controlled and blown up quickly, no one can escape when the Japanese patrol team comes and sticks them down.
Now Daozi, Luo Feng and five other brothers took the risk and sneaked in. After they figured out the situation, they prepared to take action at night.
"Baga! Work quickly!"
Daozi and Luo Feng were looking around and observing, and their pace couldn't help but slow down. A Japanese man with a small beard immediately hit them with the butt of his rifle.
The devil's attack was so heavy and ruthless that Luo Feng grinned in pain and was about to stare back. Zhang Qiang, the deputy squadron leader of the police who was in charge of assisting, hurried over to smooth things over.
"Taijun, Taijun, smoke..."
Zhang Qiang, the police deputy squadron leader, was responsible for directing these civilians to carry ammunition. The Japanese soldiers also knew him and kicked Luo Feng hard again before turning around.
"Don't smoke cigarettes, ammunition will explode." The Japanese stuffed the cigarette handed over by Zhang Qiang into his pocket, and then warned him seriously.
"Yes, yes, don't smoke, don't smoke." Zhang Qiang was slandering in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face.
The Japs consumed a lot of ammunition. Daozi and the others mingled with more than a hundred civilians and sent several rounds of ammunition to various Japs positions in the frontline where they were fighting fiercely with the guerrillas.
When they came back, they dragged the Japanese who had been shot and injured, and looked at the little Japanese who kept wailing one by one. The knife and the others felt extremely happy.
They stayed up until night. The civilian laborers had been busy all day, and then they sent everyone back to their homes. Tomorrow they would continue to come to help carry ammunition and transport the wounded.
Knife and the others did not leave, but secretly hid under the car at the end. The Japanese also carelessly closed the door of the ammunition depot without counting the number of people.
The freezing night was so chilly that the knives and the others who hid under the car turned purple from the cold. They waited until dark and all the Japs gathered to eat before they climbed out from under the car.
They each lurked in the darkness of the Japs' posts, with their hidden daggers ready, waiting for the Japs to come back from their meal.
Although the people who carried out the bomb depot were all elite veterans, they had to deal with more than a dozen Japanese soldiers and could not be careless at all. Once exposed, no one would survive, so they were very patient and cautious.
They waited until the little devils had finished eating and returned to their respective places before they started.
The knife was hidden behind the wooden box behind the Japs. The Japs standing here did not notice him at all. He looked at the Japs with his back to him and tiptoed to touch it.
When they were behind the Japanese, the knife quickly pounced on him like a ferocious cheetah, wrapping one hand around the Japanese's mouth, and the short knife in the other hand had already cut along the Japanese's neck.
Only the slight sound of Gulu was heard. The short knife cut off the Japanese's aorta and trachea, and a stream of blood spurted out, carrying a strong smell of blood.
The Jaap tried to struggle, but Knife held him firmly with both hands. Soon the little Jag's body went limp, and Knife gently placed him on the ground.
On the other side, Luo Feng directly broke the little devil's neck, and the devil's head tilted in a twisted shape.
The brothers were all very skilled men, and it didn't take much effort to kill the Japanese skirmishers scattered everywhere, and then pounced on the Japanese machine gun team upstairs.
The Japs' machine gun crew was also drowsy, their nerves had been highly tense these days, and now they were lying on the ground wrapped in thick cotton clothes, like dead pigs.
But they were also alert. They heard footsteps on the stairs behind them, and just as they turned to check, several swift black shadows pounced on them.
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Soon, several Japs in the Japs' machine gun team were stabbed into bloody holes. They wanted to shout loudly, but all the blood poured out of their mouths.
"You two stay outside and keep watch while we go in."
Daozi asked one of the two brothers to go to the gate and the other to stay at the machine gun to guard. He, Luo Feng and another brother opened the door of the ammunition warehouse and got in.
The Japs had completely opened up several rooms, and inside were neatly piled various weapons and ammunition by category, the amount of which was staggering.
"Damn, if we transport these weapons and ammunition back, we can equip a regiment." He stroked the new gun smeared with grease in his hand, and couldn't put it down with the knife.
Luo Feng glanced at the knife and corrected: "Don't talk about one regiment, both regiments have excess."
After all, Gaoyou is close to the ancient canal and is the gateway to the north to the Yangtze River and Huaihe River. It is equivalent to a material transfer station for the Japanese, and the accumulation of so much ammunition is also being cleared.
Although it is a pity to blow up so much ammunition, but now that it is unlucky, rather than letting the Japanese use it to fight the guerrillas, it is better to blow it up decisively.
The three people used the flashlights they got from the Japs and soon found the detonating device connected to the wires in the warehouse.
"How does this thing work?" Daozi couldn't help but ask as he saw Luo Feng holding the detonator and grinning excitedly.
"Hey, this thing is really powerful. Do you understand the remote detonation? If you press it down, it will explode with a bang." Luo Feng had seen his brothers in the engineer platoon use it.
During the great defeat in Shanghai, he was responsible for leading a platoon of brothers to cover an engineering squad in blowing up a bridge, using this kind of detonating device.
"Okay, tell me how to do it." Daozi also knew that Luo Feng would not lie to him, and was worried that Ye Changmengduo would be discovered, so he hurriedly spoke.
Under Luo Feng's guidance, they quickly placed the explosive packets one by one and stretched the wires out of the alley outside the yard as long as possible.
After all, with so many munitions exploding, the power of the explosion is immeasurable, and this neighborhood will probably be destroyed.
Fortunately, this is a military restricted area for the Japanese, and the people living there have long been forced to move, so there is no need to worry about the bombing hitting the people.
After they arranged everything properly and hung weapons and ammunition all over their bodies, they took care of the wires and evacuated the Japanese ammunition depot.
"Plug your ears, don't be deafened." Luo Feng reminded Daozi and the others with an electric detonator in his hand.
Several people hurriedly covered their ears with their hands, while Luo Feng twisted the T-shaped detonating device and then pressed it down hard.