Chapter 91 The Battlefield Belongs to the Special Forces

The veteran looked at the direction where Tang Dao disappeared, with a little loneliness in his eyes, but he could only return with the third squad.

Knowing that Tang Dao went to steal the Japanese position alone, the ten or so people in the third squad who returned were silent.

Like the veteran, they were both worried and disappointed.

What worried them was that Tang Dao was alone, and no matter how strong his fighting power was, if he was surrounded by a large number of Japanese troops, he would only die on the spot.

And the disappointment was because these veterans who had survived hundreds of battles knew that they were not weak, but in Tang Dao's eyes, they were still not strong enough and were not qualified to stand beside him and fight on the most dangerous battlefield.

Especially the new recruit Niu Er, he was extremely frustrated.

The battle during the day had already proved himself, and his self-confidence was overflowing, but he found that it was still difficult for him to catch up with the back of his superior, and he couldn't even 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 retaliate, Tang Dao's ability would naturally find a place to hide, but these ten people might not be able to do so, and would become a burden to Tang Dao.

Niu Er blamed himself. Why couldn't he be stronger and let the superior trust him? Even if he was a hundred meters behind him to support him, it would be good!

Until he returned to the trench, Niu Er was depressed and even refused a piece of bread handed over by Yang Xiaoshan, even though his stomach was already making a "gurgling" protest.

"Look at your little bit of ambition!" Li Jiujin sat down next to the dejected Niu Er and stuffed the hot bread into his hand. "Eat! How can you fight the devils if you don't eat?"

"Squad leader, am I useless?" Niu Er was dejected and self-pitying.

"Tsk tsk, your kid is useless, so do all of us in the third squad have to hit the wall and commit suicide?" Li Jiujin lit a cigarette unhappily.

"During the day, your kid earned more than a dozen Japanese soldiers for our third squad! One person is almost as good as our entire squad. What else do you want?"

"That's not what I meant." Niu Er hurriedly raised his head to explain.

"If it's not that, then what do you mean?" Li Jiujin took a deep breath of smoke, letting it circulate in his lungs for a week to fully enjoy the stimulation of nicotine before spitting it out.

"The commander chose me to go alone, and there is a reason for it. You kid, don't think too much about yourself. If you want to be the commander's helper, it's very simple. Try to survive on this battlefield first."

"Only those who survive can kill more Japanese in the next battle." Li Jiujin's eyes flashed with wisdom under the thin blue smoke.

That is the survival philosophy of an old soldier who has survived more than a hundred battles.

I don't know if Niu Er understood it, but he started to gnaw on the bread, chewing the bread from the concession.

Survival is very important.

That's what squad leader Li Jiujin said, and Commander Tang actually meant the same thing.

He hoped that they were all alive, only if they were alive, they could help him.

And the Tang Dao that was lurking towards the Japanese position took ten minutes to quietly approach the Japanese position.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, the moment when Tan Tai Mingyue was staring at the battlefield, and it was also the darkest time before dawn.

The Japanese army, whose morale had been extremely low after being beaten by the Chinese defenders for a whole day, and who had been tossed around for most of the night, fell into a deep sleep. Even the sentinels were drowsy standing in front of the warm bonfire.

The bonfires lit by the Chinese would be visited by the Japanese heavy machine guns and infantry artillery, but the Japanese bonfires dared to be open?

For the same reason, because of the threat of the mortars in the warehouse, the Japanese did not dare to be open and aboveboard, and basically lit the bonfires behind the ruins.

In fact, the purpose of the bonfire was not to keep warm, but mainly to provide light for the sentries to guard. If the Chinese saw them and threw mortar shells around the bonfire, they would die ugly.

Even the stupidest Japanese soldiers quietly hid more than 30 meters away from the bonfire and fell asleep in the cold trenches wrapped in simple rain cloth.

The reason is simple. It is better to be a little cold than to be killed by shells falling from the sky in your sleep.

The Japanese army was actually very vigilant. They set up barbed wire and warning bells forty meters in front of the trenches, and sent two sentries every fifty meters.

For a commander who still had nearly 2,000 infantrymen and other auxiliary arms, with a total of 3,000 people, it might be difficult to attack the Sihang Warehouse with a solid fortress and armed to the teeth, but if anyone wanted to use the night to stroke his tiger whiskers, they would have to pay a huge price.

With Jiro Wakiita's current strength, let alone the garrison of no more than 1,000 in the Sihang Warehouse, even if a standard regiment of 3,000 people from the National Army came, they would be fully capable of winning the battle.

With such a strong strength, he was still so cautious. From this perspective, Jiro Wakiita was a fully qualified colonel commander.

The Japanese colonel who graduated from the Army Academy was cautious enough, but unfortunately, he didn't know that there was a kind of warfare called special operations in the world.

Sneak attack and counter-sneak attack are twin brothers. Since you can come to steal from me, how can I not steal back?

In the war in the southwest jungle, the future China spent a full ten years learning this small-scale sneak attack tactic from its former students and improving it to the extreme.

And what the Japanese colonel had to face was the super individual warrior who had integrated this tactic into his bones.

The Tang Dao crawling in the darkness was no longer wearing his original temporary captain uniform. He was wearing a Japanese second lieutenant uniform with dried blood on it, which he had stripped from a Japanese officer who had broken into the warehouse.

He had hidden the MP28 submachine gun, several magazines and Lei Xiong's captain uniform in the ruins. At this time, the only weapon he had was a Type 38 bayonet.

Oh, no, there was also a Nambu pistol with a holster, if the Turtle Box was also considered a weapon.

The barbed wire in front of the Japanese trench was not as easy to break as our army had broken in the TV series in the past. Even the Tang Dao took advantage of the moment when the moon completely hid in the dark clouds, and used the Type 38 bayonet to cut it off with clever force and drilled into the Japanese position.

Ten meters away from the Tang Dao, two Japanese sentinels leaned 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 very tired, especially when the warm firelight passed the heat to them for a long enough time, their eyelids were already very heavy.

Then, they heard footsteps.

The two sentinels woke up instantly, their eyes suddenly opened, and the muzzles of their guns, which were originally drooping, subconsciously leveled in the direction of the sound. As soon as their hands touched the bolt, they saw a tall khaki figure striding out of the darkness.