At 11:40 a.m., Shuangfeng Town was silent, and only occasionally a cold wind whistled.

As far as the eye can see, in the entire Shuangfeng Town, only the two houses on the left and right of the military station at the end of the street, and the three houses of the Devil Garrison Headquarters in the middle of the street are still lit.

It was the mission goal of this assault company.

"Up!"

"Beware of concealment"

At the edge of the street in the town, Zhang Dabiao waved his hand, and the three groups of team members hid in the shadows of the houses and touched their respective targets.

Shuangfeng Town is adjacent to Shijiazhuang City in the east, Pingshan City in the west, there is the Pinghan Railway passing through more than 20 miles in the north, there is a railway patrol of devils on the railway, the terrain in the south is flat, it is a piece of cultivated land, and at the end is a cavalry squadron station.

Heavy troops were stationed on all sides, so there were hardly any security measures on the periphery of the whole town, only a guard patrolling the second floor of the residence room of the military station, and a guard on duty at night in the duty room of the main warehouse.

As for the headquarters of the garrison brigade, these devils and expatriate policemen are not even as good as the devils of the third-line division, and they all went to rest early, and although the lights were on in the duty room, there were no devils on duty.

The assault company came to a position of 100 meters in front of the station without any alarm.

The third and fourth groups of eighty people were quietly hidden by the street wall a hundred meters away from the station, and Monk Wei and his second group were already ready at the garrison headquarters.

At the entrance of the street, Wang Gensheng led his group of forty mules and horses to wait quietly in the dark.

"Machine gun crews, each occupying firing positions, aiming at the second and third floors, fire at my command"

Due to their size, machine guns were not suitable for storming houses and fighting at close range, so Zhang Dabiao arranged for them to shoot outside.

With Zhang Dabiao's order, the two-man machine gun crew of twenty machine guns each looked for a position, some lying on the side of the street, some were set up in the corner, and the more powerful soldiers directly held the machine guns with both hands, squeaked the butt, and leaned against the wall, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the devil soldier station.

After the machine gun crew was ready, Zhang Dabiao felt within 50 meters of the station, and by the light on the balcony of the station, he could see the situation of the station clearly.

The so-called vigilant devil on the balcony on the second floor of the living room of the military station is nothing more than a one-person-high wooden shelf, on which the devil has put on a cold-proof coat, a military cap is hung on the top, and a gun is leaning on the side, which looks like a devil on guard from a distance.

As for the duty room in the main warehouse, through the glass, the devil inside was wrapped in a quilt and was sleeping soundly on the table.

"Hmph, are you lying to yourself? Do you really think this is your territory? ”

Zhang Dabiao sneered, and his voice was gloomy: "Today, labor and management will let you know that this is the territory of the Chinese, since you are here, you have to sleep with one eye open at night"

"Let's go..."

With a big wave of his hand.

Behind him, a full forty people drew their shell guns from their waists and attached the wooden boxes behind their grips.

Click···

With the sound of a uniform bolt pull, the 40-shot 20-round shell gun bullets were loaded.

Although the pistol team had two shell guns, few of them had one gun in one hand, and most of them were attached to the butt of the wooden box and used as a submachine gun, and the other gun was pinned to their waist as a spare.

The huge recoil of the barge gun makes the two-handed twin gun the preserve of only a few elites.

Zhang Dabiao naturally belongs to this minority of elites. He had a 20-round shell gun in one hand, and the magazine carrying gear at his waist, known as the Nine Dragons, was filled with loaded magazines.

As for Su Jigang, he honestly put the wooden box butt on the grip, and the other barge gun was inserted into his waist for backup.

The two men approached the gate of the station with their respective twenty pistol crews.

Pushing the door that was locked from the inside, Zhang Dabiao's face changed, his eyes were fierce, and his bearded cheeks were full of murderous intent.

Bang Bang ·

The two shell guns in his hand smashed the iron lock of the gate, kicked the gate open, and Zhang Dabiao shouted:

"Leave no one behind"

In an instant, a hundred meters away, twenty machine guns opened fire at the same time, and like the clatter of pouring rain, twenty lines of fire formed a gorgeous fire net to cover the second and third floors of the residence of the devil's military station.

"Leave no one behind"

At the same time, Su Jigang also smashed the iron lock with two shots and kicked open the door of the warehouse of the military station.

As for Monk Wei, he didn't shoot, he directly kicked open the door of the garrison headquarters with a flying leg, and even kicked the door away, and then single-handedly and single-handedly rushed into the dormitory of the devil in the garrison headquarters...

The living room of the military station in Shuangfeng Town, which is a three-story wooden main building.

In particular, the second and third floors are almost entirely made of wood, and the thin planks naturally cannot withstand the full power of Mauser rifle bullets fired from the Czech style.

This time, Zhang Dabiao completely let go of his hands and feet, and arranged ten machine gun fire coverage for each floor, and ten magazines were completed.

Faced with the surging barrage of 2,000 bullets, in the room on the second floor, the three devils who lived here and the lazy devil guard were beaten into a sieve before they could even scream.

As for the third floor, it was the main target of this mission, Kuichi Ikeda.

Since it is an important goal, it is natural to focus on it.

Zhang Dabiao also arranged for ten machine guns to be aimed at the lonely Japanese-style sliding wooden door private room on the third floor, vowing to beat this old devil into a sieve.

But the elite is also worthy of being the elite.

The moment the first gunshot rang out, Ikeda woke up, and without hesitation, the old devil rolled to the back of the third-story room, holding his head, hiding behind the sofa to hide from the dense bullets coming from the front.

It's a pity that the fire of the ten machine guns is too dense, the special Japanese-style private room is too fragile, the wooden home and walls have little resistance to bullets, and after three minutes of intensive fire, the old devil was shot in the abdomen and left shoulder.

Especially in the left shoulder, the shot seemed to break the blood vessels, and blood gushed out.

As soon as the gunfire ended, the old devil hurriedly found the sheets and tore the wound to stop the bleeding, and at the same time looked for his own matching gun.

But it was too late, and by this time, Zhang Dabiao had already completed the clearance of the first floor, and walked to the third floor to aim his gun at Ikeda Jiuichi.

Under the sudden attack, more than 20 devils living on the first floor were all killed without resistance, and some devils were even shot in the bed.

"Who are you, Eighth Route Army?"

As a special operations expert, Ikeda naturally knows Chinese and knows the clothes of the Eighth Route Army.

"Yo, I still know Chinese"

Zhang Dabiao grinned and said to a soldier beside him: "Let's see if it's this old devil."

The soldier put away the shell gun, took out a picture from the bag, turned on the flashlight he had just captured, looked at it at Ikeda Kuichi, smiled and nodded: "It's him, Ikeda Kuichi"

With the help of the other party's flashlight, Ikeda saw that the photo he took out was a full-body photo of himself, and it was also a photo of him being honored at the Japanese Imperial Palace.

Who is going to kill themselves?

Isn't this photo banned from circulation?

But he'll never get a chance to figure it out.

"Contemptible Zhang Dabiao, entrusted by someone to take your dog's life"

Too lazy to talk nonsense, Zhang Dabiao directly shot through Ikeda's head, and even made up a few more shots to ensure that he was killed.

"Withdraw..."

Killing the target, Zhang Dabiao put away the shell gun and beckoned to retreat, his movements were handsome, like a peerless killer.

"Don't you have to take the old devil's body away?" The warrior on the side asked.

Didn't Sakata's body take away last time?

This soldier originally belonged to the new regiment, and was specially brought over by Zhang Dabiao, his fellow countryman, and also a member of the former Northwest Army.

"Not this time, the other party only asks to kill this old devil, and there is no need to bring back the corpse"

Glancing at Ikeda Jiuichi's corpse and seeing the watch in his pocket, Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up: "This old devil still has a watch, go and get it, and give it to the head of the regiment when the time comes, and he scolded his mother for not bringing him a gift."

As for this devil's gun, since the regiment has the shell gun provided by Chen Fan, no one has no interest in the garbage like Wang Ba box, and even if it is seized, it will be ridiculed.

"Yes"

The warrior walked over to pick up his watch, and kicked Ikeda one by one before leaving.

When Zhang Dabiao confirmed that all the devils in the living room were killed, he walked outside the military station, and at this time, Su Jigang also completed the looting of the warehouse of the military station, and he was full of happiness:

"Haha, this time the harvest is very big, all five devils in it have been killed, all three tons of drugs have been seized, all the radio stations have been purchased, and half of the code book has been seized"

"Half a codebook?" Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up.

That's a good thing.

Really good stuff!

"Haha, yes" Su Jigang handed over a notebook that had been burned a small part.

The notebook full of Japanese still smelled of gasoline, and the paper was soaked with gasoline, apparently not long after it was poured in.

Su Jigang's tone was full of pity: "The devil guarding the radio moved very quickly, and he was partially burned by this kid"

"The devil's code is not so easy to seize," Zhang Dabiao didn't feel pity.

The devil's code book is generally guarded by a special person, and once there is a problem, he does not hesitate to burn it as soon as possible.

Even if you only have half of it, it's enough!

As long as this thing is handed in, the punishment that the regiment commander is worried about will definitely be gone, and maybe their commando team will be able to make a commendation.

The monk is a ruthless devil-killing machine.

Half of the twenty-nine devils in the garrison headquarters were killed by him alone, and the houses were doused with freshly seized gasoline, which burned brightly, lighting up the entire street, and the people of the town looked out of the windows one after another, and no one dared to go out when they saw the assault company carrying guns.

"These medicines are all packed"

Wang Gensheng came over with forty mules, saw three tons of medicines piled up outside, waved the soldiers and began to carry them.

The people who could participate in the assault company were all strong men of five big and three thick, dozens of people went up together, and only three tons of medicine were loaded on the back of mules and horses in a few minutes.

"The explosives are all planted, right?"

Zhang Dabiao asked Su Jigang.

"It's buried, I put fifty big tumors in the warehouse, and I poured gasoline in it, and it will burn to ashes when I keep it" Su Jigang raised his head.

"Are there any casualties?" He continued to ask.

"Haha, not a single one was injured, only a few fighters were scratched a little bit"

Everyone laughed happily.

This battle was fought comfortably.

I don't care about anything, it's a sudden surprise when I see something suspicious, and the devils are sleeping one by one, it's easier than catching a chick!

"Go"

By the light of the burning fire in the building of the Devil's Garrison Headquarters, Zhang Dabiao looked at the watch he had just seized in his hand.

By this time it was already twelve twenty o'clock, and it was time to retreat.

Boom Boom...

The violent explosion was mixed with the sound of crackling and burning, and the two buildings of the devil's military station were shattered in the explosion, and the wooden planks were detonated by gasoline.

The fierce flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire Shuangfeng Town.

In the light of the flames, the assault team carried guns and led mules and horses, and ran at high speed in the direction of Yangcun·····

And a full thirty minutes after the assault team left, the first wave of devils rushed over!