Chapter 91 The battlefield belonging to the special forces
Veteran Youzi looked at the direction in which Tang Dao disappeared, his eyes slightly lonely, but he could only return with Class Three.
Knowing that Tang Dao went to steal the Japanese position alone, the dozen or so people in the third squad who returned were silent.
Like veteran Youzi, they are both worried and disappointed.
What worries me is that Tang Dao is alone. No matter how strong his fighting power is, if he is surrounded by a large number of Japanese troops, he will only be able to drink in anger on the spot.
But the loss was because these veterans who had survived hundreds of battles knew that they were no longer weak, but in Tang Dao's eyes, they were still not strong enough and not qualified to stand beside him and fight on the most dangerous battlefield.
Especially the new recruit Niu Er was extremely frustrated.
The battle during the day had already allowed him to prove himself and his self-confidence was overwhelming. However, he found that it was still difficult for him to catch up with the commander, and he couldn't even do anything to help him.
He didn't blame Tang Dao for looking down on him, but he understood that what Tang Dao said was absolutely right. Once the Japanese army launched artillery fire to cover and retaliate, with Tang Dao's ability, they would naturally be able to find a hiding place, but that was not necessarily the case for the dozen or so of them.
, but it will become a burden to Tang Dao.
Niu Er is blaming himself, why can't he be stronger and make his superiors trust him? Even if he is a hundred meters behind him, it would be good!
Niu Er was depressed until he returned to the trench. He even refused a piece of bread from Yang Xiaoshan, even though his stomach was already making a "gurgling" sound in protest.
"Look at how promising you are!" Li Jiujin sat down next to the dejected Niu Er and stuffed the hot pancake into his hand. "Eat! If you don't want to use that energy, why are you going to be a Japanese?"
"Squad leader, am I so useless?" Niu Er felt dejected and felt sorry for himself.
"Tsk, tsk, your baby is useless, then we, the third class, all have to hit the wall and commit suicide?" Li Jijin lit up a cigarette in a bad mood.
"During the day, your son earned the military merit of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers for our third class! One person is almost as good as our whole class, what do you think?"
"That's not what I meant." Niu Er quickly raised his head to explain.
"If you don't mean that, do you mean that?" Li Jijin took a deep breath of smoke and let it circulate in his lungs for a week to fully enjoy the stimulation of nicotine before spitting it out.
"The chief has his own reasons for choosing to go alone. Don't think too much about yourself. If you want to be the chief's helper, it's very simple. You must first try to survive on this battlefield."
"Only those who survive can kill more Japanese in the next battle." Li Jijin's eyes shone with wisdom under the thin blue smoke.
That is the survival philosophy of a veteran who has survived more than a hundred battles.
I don’t know if Niu Er understood it, but he started to eat the noodles, chewing the noodles from the concession.
Survival is very important.
That's what squad leader Li Jiujin said, and Commander Tang actually meant the same thing.
He hopes that they are all alive. Only alive can they help him.
Tang Dao, who was lurking towards the Japanese position over there, spent ten minutes and quietly approached the Japanese position.
It was already four o'clock in the morning, the moment when the bright moon in Tantai stared towards the battlefield, and it was also the darkest time before dawn.
After being beaten wildly by the Chinese defenders for a day, their morale was extremely low. Not to mention that the Japanese soldiers, who had been struggling for most of the night, fell into a deep sleep. Even the sentries were drowsy while standing in front of a warm bonfire.
The bonfires lit by the Chinese will be visited by the Japanese heavy machine guns and infantry artillery. How dare the Japanese bonfires be carried out openly?
For the same reason, because of the threat of mortars from the warehouse, the Japanese army did not dare to act openly, so they basically lit bonfires and hid them behind the ruined walls.
In fact, the purpose of the bonfire is not to keep warm, but mainly to provide light for the sentry to be alert. If the Chinese see them and throw mortar shells around the bonfire, it will be an ugly death.
Even the stupidest Japanese soldiers quietly hid more than thirty meters away from the campfire, wrapped themselves in simple raincloths, and fell asleep in the cold trenches.
The reason is simple, it is better to be colder than to be killed by shells falling from the sky in your sleep.
The Japanese army was actually very vigilant. They set up special barbed wire fences and warning bells 40 meters in front of the trenches, and sent two sentries every 50 meters.
For a commander with nearly 2,000 infantry and 3,000 other auxiliary troops, it may be difficult to attack the Sihang Warehouse, which has a strong fortress and is armed to the teeth. But if anyone wants to use the night to stroke his tiger beard,
A huge price has to be paid.
With Waki Itajiro's current strength, let alone the maximum of a thousand defenders in the Four Lines Warehouse, even with a national army standard regiment of 3,000 people, they are fully capable of defeating them.
With such great strength, he can still be so cautious. From this aspect, Wakiitajiro is a fully qualified Captain of the Osaka Alliance.
The Japanese colonel, who graduated from the Army Academy, was cautious enough. Unfortunately, he didn't know that there was another type of warfare in the world called special operations.
Sneak attack and counter-sneak attack are twin brothers. Since you can steal from me, why can't I steal back?
In the war in the southwest jungle, the future China spent ten years learning this small-scale sneak attack tactic from its former students and improving it to the extreme.
What the Japanese colonels have to face are super individual warriors who have integrated this tactic into their bones.
Tang Dao, who was crawling in the darkness, was no longer in his new captain's uniform. He was wearing a Japanese second lieutenant uniform with dried blood, which he took off from a Japanese officer who broke into the warehouse.
He hid the MP28 submachine gun, several magazines and Lei Xiong's captain's uniform in the ruins. At this time, the only weapon he had on him was a Type 38 bayonet.
Oh, no, there is also a Southern-style pistol with a holster, if the tortoise box is also considered a weapon.
The barbed wire fence in front of the trenches of the Japanese army was not as easy to break as our army in the time and space series. Even Tang Dao used the moment when the moon completely hid in the dark clouds, and used the Sanba bayonet to skillfully cut it and drill through it.
Enter the Japanese positions.
Ten meters away from Tang Dao, two Japanese sentries were leaning against the wall, facing two directions. In front of them was a bonfire burning behind a low wall, which was enough to illuminate the darkness within a five-meter range.
The two Japanese soldiers were obviously extremely tired, especially after the warm firelight had transferred heat to their bodies for a long enough time, their eyelids were already extremely heavy.
Then, they heard footsteps.
The two sentries suddenly woke up, their eyes suddenly opened, and the muzzles of their originally lowered guns were subconsciously pointed in the direction of the sound. As soon as they put their hands on the gun bolts, they saw a tall khaki figure walking out of the darkness.
