Wei Qing, who was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, squatted on the edge of a shack with a clear gruel in his hand, but his sharp eyes looked in the direction of the city gate without moving.

In the direction of the city gates, rows of wooden stakes nailed to the people were like terrifying monsters, and they were shadowed in the dim twilight.

And there was a terrible scream over there, and Han Er, who wanted to save his younger brother from the hands of the devil, was nailed to the stake by several strong devil soldiers.

Han Er violated the majesty of the devil, and naturally he had to be punished, in order to deter the rest of the young people, the devil nailed him to the stake to show their strength.

The devil drove the nail into Han Er's arm, and then used the hammer to nail into the stake, and each blow of the hammer would cause the flesh to wriggle, and Han Er would let out a painful wail.

Han Er fainted in pain several times, but soon woke up from severe pain, but the devil nailed the nail unhurriedly, his face was full of playful abuse, and they enjoyed the process very much.

Seeing Han Er being tortured by the little devils like this, the cold eyes of the officers and soldiers of the special combat team who had infiltrated the young and strong were full of murderous aura, and they couldn't wait to rush over now and slaughter those devils who had lost their conscience.

Listening to the terrible screams that came from the angry special combat team, the rice bowls holding the gruel were trembling, and his anger had reached the extreme.

"Hurry up and eat!"

Wei Qing, the leader of the special operations team, also felt the anger of the officers and soldiers of the special operations team under his command, but in order to take care of the overall situation, he had to glare at them fiercely and let them restrain themselves.

Although most of the officers and men of the special combat team are veterans of the rest of a hundred battles, there are also some outstanding recruits, and the veterans are calm, they have seen the mountains and mountains of blood and blood, they have long been numb, and they have long been accustomed to the atrocities of devils.

But these recruits who haven't fought much have been recruited into the special combat team because they have specialties in some aspects, but their hearts are not as calm as the veterans, if it weren't for Wei Qing's timely warning and glaring at them, they would almost not be calm.

Although Wei Qing's timely reminder kept the officers and soldiers of the special combat team from being exposed, they were still murderous when they stared at the dull direction.

"Don't stare over there, if the little devil sees that you don't like it, maybe he will pull it over."

A man with gray temples saw the group of newcomers looking in the direction of the city gate from time to time, and lowered his voice to remind kindly.

"Thank you."

Wei Qing hurriedly took his gaze back, and saw that these people were all drinking the gruel in the bowl, and they didn't dare to look over there, but a few little devils on guard in the distance looked at this side from time to time, and he was also awe-inspiring in his heart, and he was almost exposed.

"There's nothing to thank or thank, it's normal for you newcomers not to know, remember, if you want to go back alive, don't care about what you shouldn't care, don't look at what you shouldn't see."

After the kind man finished speaking, he squatted down beside him with his bowl.

The devil gave these young and strong men to eat gruel, gruel that was clear to the bottom, and everyone devoured it quickly, and then silently went into the shack, and very few people talked.

Wei Qing and the others also lived in several dilapidated shacks, each of which was crowded with more than 20 people, and the shack was filled with a sour smell, and the turbid air almost didn't make him feel angry.

"Don't act rashly yet, wait until it's dark."

After Wei Qing got into the shack, he lowered his voice to let everyone calm down.

It was already dark, and all the young men who had built fortifications and trenches for the devils went into the shacks to rest after eating, after all, they were too tired after a day's work, and they ate little, and if they exercised again, they would be hungry quickly.

About two hundred meters from the messy shack there was a bonfire lit, and five little devils were talking and talking around the fire, with a machine gun next to it.

This is a small detachment of devil soldiers, in addition to the devils left by the fire, the other eight little devils are scattered around the shack area with guns on guard, responsible for guarding the young people in the shack to prevent them from escaping at night.

The sky darkened, and the chill in the air became stronger, and a team of little devils who changed their guards drove out of Gaoyou City, took over the little devils outside, and began to stand guard on duty.

However, the officers and men of the special combat team hidden in the shack did not sleep, and they observed the situation of the devils outside through the cracks in the shack.

The devils are very arrogant and careless, and now in addition to the battles in the direction of Yancheng and Baoying, the vicinity of Gaoyou is already safe, so their vigilance is also very lax.

The little devils who stayed in the guard position outside the northern city only had two squads of less than 30 people, and except for the machine gun fire points and sentries who stayed behind, most of the devils gathered around a few fires to roast the fire.

After all, it's December, and the west of Gaoyou City is close to Gaoyou Lake, and the water vapor here is not only humid at night, but also extremely cold.

Although the little devils have a strong will to fight and high tactical literacy, they are flesh and blood after all, and it is difficult for them to carry out sentry duties in such a cold night.

The little devils have a fire to roast, but the young people crowded in the shack can only huddle together to keep warm, otherwise they may freeze to death in such a night.

When night had completely fallen, and after the young men who had been tired from a day's work were asleep, the officers and men of the special combat team took action one after another after determining the firing points and sentry posts of the devils in various places.

The night gave the officers and men of the special combat team great cover, and they quietly shook out of the shack like ghosts and touched towards their respective targets.

The heaps of wood, dirt, and trenches near the Devil's position were a jumble of mud that provided excellent cover for the Brothers, who crept over and crept close to the Devil's sentry and firing point.

When the brothers came in disguised as people, they did not carry weapons because they were worried about the search of the little devils, but for them, weapons did not only refer to guns and knives, but also stones and wooden sticks that could be sharp weapons for killing.

A devil sentry in a cotton military uniform stood on his feet and guarded the darkness in the distance with his gun, and from time to time the searchlight beams of the city swept towards the darkness, and his task was to search for anything suspicious along those beams.

Just as the devil sentry's gaze followed the beam to check for anything unusual in the open area along the beam, there was a sudden slight movement behind him.

The devil soldier also heard the movement behind him, and turned his head to take a look, but as soon as he turned his head, a black shadow as agile as a cheetah jumped out and pounced.

The little devil was shocked, but before he could react to open the distance, he was covered by a black shadow with one hand in his mouth, and the other hand wrapped around his head, and then twisted it hard, and with a click, his consciousness fell into darkness.

It was the officers and soldiers of the Flame Special Operations Brigade who made the shot, and he shot neatly, gently put down the dead little devil, and then pulled out the bayonet of the devil's bayonet scabbard and touched it towards another devil sentry.

In the darkness of the howling cold wind, the officers and men of the special combat team were like ghosts quietly solving the sentinels of the devils.

The sentries of the devils were all staring at the periphery, who knew that the attack was coming from behind, so they were all dealt with by the officers and soldiers of the special combat team.

When the brothers had eliminated the devil's sentinels, they slowly gathered around the little devils who were baking around the fire from the darkness around them, but these little devils did not realize that they were in danger.