"Damn, what the hell are these Chinese doing? The Japanese soldiers are coming soon, why should they stay here, it will cause trouble for our village. Looking at the seemingly scattered Chinese in the courtyard, Park Huizhen was very helpless, if it were not for the guerrillas' guarantee, she would never allow these Chinese to come to her village. Now it's good, people simply don't leave, if the Japanese soldiers know that there are Chinese with guns in the village, then the disaster will be great.

Yan Wudao, who was deducing the sand table with his mercenaries, naturally didn't know what Park Huizhen was thinking, being sent by Zhao Zhi to North Korea to muddy the water was the last thing Yan Wudao wanted to do, eating kimchi every day had already made him and his mercenaries miserable, if it weren't for Zhao Zhi's order, Yan Wudao might have retreated to Jeju Island with his mercenaries. "Do you see it all? The terrain here is very suitable for us to fight ambushes, and when the guerrillas bring back the information, we will do it. Yan Wudao followed Zhao Zhi's example, and used the branch in his hand to make a gesture on the sand table, and the mercenary commander under his command nodded in response.

The Koreans were too poor, and so were their guerrillas, they didn't even have many Japanese weapons that the mercenaries looked down on, and the Soviets also supported the North Korean guerrillas, but unfortunately those Bobosha were controlled by Kim Il Sung in his direct troops, and the guerrillas active in southern Korea did not have this treatment. The main purpose of Yan Wudao's appearance in this village was to ambush a Japanese army's baggage troops, and by defeating them, Yan Wudao would be able to obtain weapons and ammunition for at least 1,000 Korean guerrillas.

"How many Japanese soldiers are killed is not the main purpose of muddying the waters, but arming more Koreans to fight against the Japanese army is the goal." These were Zhao Zhi's original words when he said goodbye to Yan Wudao, and Yan Wudao was also convinced of this. Thunder spent a lot of money on training mercenaries and forming Jewish troops, and they were sent to the Koreans as cannon fodder for no reason, and they still need to solve their own affairs, and it is already good to provide weapons and ammunition and train regular combat troops, and Yan Wudao will not be stupid to help Kim Il Sung recover Seoul.

"Head, the partisans are back." The mercenaries who were in charge of guarding the high ground outside the village sent back a message, and about half an hour later, three North Korean guerrillas, drenched in sweat, entered the village. It can be seen that Kim Il-sung's guerrillas are similar to the guerrillas of the Chinese Communists, and they all follow the line of being close to the people, and as soon as the three guerrillas enter the village, North Korean civilians immediately greet them with rice wine and food, which is completely different from the cold reception encountered by the mercenaries.

"Let's talk about the situation first" Yan Wudao didn't have the heart to worry about these things with the villagers, and when the three guerrillas with their mouths full of food entered the courtyard, Yan Wudao first asked about the information they brought back. Although Thunder is good at rushing operations, he is not like a rogue who can fight wherever he goes, and the prerequisite for combat is the collection of intelligence and the formulation of plans, if the information collected is unclear, Yan Wudao would rather give up this ambush operation.

The guerrillas came, and Park Hye-jin, who had been hiding in the house under the pretext that it was not good to sit still, had to come out to greet the guerrillas, she was not only the head of this village, but also a party member of North Korea, and she had to show her face in public and private. After listening to the information, Yan Wudao gathered his mercenary commanders together to improve the action plan just now, the mercenaries he brought were less than 300 people, and the target Japanese army was more than 1,000 people, if there was a mistake in the action, it might even cause disaster to this village.

"Don't eat, let's go now, it won't take 2 hours to get to the place we chose, just enough to intercept them." Grabbing a few freshly boiled potatoes from the cauldron, Yan Wudao and his mercenary commanders walked away in the same air. Park Hye-jin, who was still holding green onions in her hand, was a little overwhelmed, she couldn't figure out how these Chinese could just leave, a large pot of miso soup had been cooked on the stove, and I was afraid that more than a dozen people would not be able to drink all of those soups.

Yan Wudao insisted on not eating in the village, not only because he was not used to drinking the miso soup of the Koreans, but mainly because the Japanese baggage unit carried canned food and rice. Among the captured Japanese-style weapons, Yan Wudao would only leave heavy firepower weapons such as heavy machine guns and mortars, but these canned food and rice must be left, if you can't even eat your stomach, what kind of fight will you have with the Japanese army.

Mengtou Mountain is the ambush point selected by Yan Wudao, I don't know what kind of brains the North Koreans have, so they gave this place such a name, and when they really arrived at the place, Yan Wudao shouted that the North Koreans were harmful. What kind of mountain is this, at best, it is a small dirt bag, barely a hilly terrain, fortunately there are trees and ditches, otherwise Yan Wudao would have to change the ambush plan and find another ambush point.

The long-term training showed its effect at this time, and the local Korean guerrillas marched rapidly for 2 hours in a row, panting like tired dogs, while the mercenaries under Yan Wudao, each carrying at least 20 kilograms of weight, were energetic and did not show any fatigue. "Let's start preparing" As usual, Yan Wudao first observed the terrain and then sent out a scout team, and then used the terrain to start preparations.

The ambush operations of the mercenary units have already had a certain pattern, and Yan Wudao, as the commander, only needs to give a general order, and the commanders of each squad will refine the tasks themselves, so the Korean guerrillas who follow the side drums will not be of much help. "Chang Hao, carefully observe their actions, maybe we can learn something from them." Cui Jinan, the captain of the guerrillas, is a strong man of about forty years old, who can speak Chinese, he is the one in the guerrilla who has a lot of contact with the mercenaries, and of course he is also the one who thinks the most.

Li Changhao followed the captain's instructions to keep an eye on the mercenaries' movements, although he didn't know what the mercenaries' gestures to each other meant, but he still tried his best to keep them in mind. Their guerrilla force had less than 40 people, and after receiving the order of their superiors to join this strange Chinese force, the battle that was about to start in a while was the first battle after the convergence of the two sides, and like the captain Cui Jinan, Li Changhao's heart was also full of expectations, he wanted to see if this Chinese army was as powerful as his superiors said.

Just like the information sent by the guerrillas' internal lines, a large number of baggage supplies escorted by the Japanese army departed from the barracks on time and arrived at Mengtou Mountain after lunchtime. The mercenary scouts who came out had already discovered the spearheads sent by the Japanese baggage troops, and after using walkie-talkies to play the news, the scout squad began to retreat to both flanks, avoiding the Japanese spearheads in order not to be discovered by them, otherwise the previous efforts would be wasted.

The "open fire" battle began as suddenly as ever, and after the sniper squad under Yan Wudao knocked out the opponent's commander and grenadiers, the ambush battle that had been prepared for a long time suddenly began. Enemy commanders, grenadiers or gunners, machine gunners, and communications men, this is the order of attack of the Thunder Sniper, after the above targets are finished, it will be the turn of other targets, and some snipers even start to ignore the captain, they only hit those Japanese officers with the rank of adjutant and above.

Before the gunshots were heard, more than a dozen officers fell among the Japanese soldiers on the road, and Cui Jinan, who was lying on his stomach with a telescope and watching the battle, was dumbfounded, what is the situation? What happened next made him even more dumbfounded and couldn't believe it, in the thousand-strong Japanese army, there were at least more than 30 officers, but between Cui Jinan's few breaths, there were no Japanese officers in the telescope, and the body lying on the ground with blood mist and convulsions showed their existence, in other words, there were no living officers in this thousand-person Japanese baggage force.

The Browning large-caliber heavy machine guns scattered by Yan Wudao began to spit flames, and the bullets that penetrated the crowd often pierced the bodies of several Japanese soldiers before they lost the kinetic energy to continue advancing, and the barrage compiled by the Browning heavy machine gun was like a big net, and the Japanese soldiers who were caught in it had only one way - death, and they seemed to have no way out. The dark red barrage made Cui Jinan's guerrillas addicted, and it was absolutely a great pleasure to see with their own eyes that the former invincible Japanese army turned into the barrage one by one.

"Oh my God, is this still a war, it's just a massacre, I can't believe it." Not only Cui Jinan, but Li Changhao, who was lucky enough to grab a telescope, also opened his mouth and looked stupid, he was stunned by the means used by this Chinese army. Their guerrillas fought with the Japanese army more than once, and each time they were chased around like rabbits, and that was still the memory brought to them by the Japanese army on a small scale. The Japanese army that appeared in front of him was a large force of 1,000 people, and it was actually beaten like this by 300 Chinese, and the mortars and heavy machine guns that the Japanese army had been proud of so far were not useful.

The whole ambush battle ended in Cui Jinan's dumbfounding, and during the entire ambush process, no mercenaries went out to charge the Japanese army in close combat, nor did they use heavy firepower like Bazooka, at most, they used two Type 92 heavy machine guns to hit a few bullet boards. Of the more than 200 mercenaries brought by Yan Wudao, one-third of them were snipers trained by Zhang Jinquan and Ye Kong, and each of them emptied a magazine was enough for these Japanese soldiers, not to mention that the other mercenaries were not newcomers to the battlefield.

"That's the end of it?" Looking at the guerrillas who rushed down to clean up the battlefield with great interest and the mercenaries who packed up their equipment with calm faces, Cui Jinan and Li Changhao glanced at each other, their hearts full of envy and melancholy. There were so many trophies from the battlefield that they couldn't take them with them, and in the end, the guerrillas came forward to ask the North Koreans from several nearby villages to help them, and they were able to move them back to the village where Park Hye-jin was.