"Yaga"

"Impossible"

Because all the devil detachments guarding the bridge were killed, and Zhang Dabiao sent people to destroy the telephone lines near the chain bridge, it was not until nine o'clock in the morning that Sanhao Dazuo learned that the small unit of the Eighth Route Army that he had been pursuing had entered the Xiyang territory through the chain bridge south of Jing County.

Moreover, judging from the footprints on the other side of the bridge, this small unit of the Eighth Route Army had already entered the southernmost mountainous area of Xiyang······

"More than a hundred miles away, or a mountain road, how could this group of Eighth Route Army, which had been pursued for several days, run south of Jing County in one night?"

Sanhao Dazuo still didn't believe it.

Or don't want to believe it.

He lay on the map, staring at each other, trying to find evidence that the command was wrong, but it was a long time before he sat down in his chair in a daze, his eyes blank.

Only then did he recall that on the first day of pursuit, this small group of Eighth Route Army showed a speed of 12 kilometers in two hours.

After that, the other party had been circling in the mountains and forests, jumping back and forth between Jing County and He County, and the marching speed was also normal, so much so that he forgot the other party's terrifying mountain trekking ability·····

Until this point, Sanhao Dazuo finally figured out his doubts.

Mountain march, a hundred miles in one night, such a fast speed, must be a light march, and even carry as few weapons as possible to do it...

But!

For so many days, in the three consecutive battles of ambushing his troops, the other side has shown strong firepower, and there are also delusion grenades planted everywhere, which is obviously not something that can be done lightly, and it must be a heavy battle.

Although this group of people carried dozens of mules...

But they also use it a lot!

It's fine during the day, but when you march at night in the mountains, this animal is a complete burden······

Moreover, until now, the batch of drugs seized by this group in Shuangfeng Town has not been found.

The amount of three tons is not a small burden for a force of 100 people.

A series of doubts gathered in the mind of Sanhao Dazuo...

He reacted suddenly!

In the vicinity of Jing County and He County, there must have been people who were providing material support to this group of Eighth Route Army, as well as helping to transport and transfer the seized medicines. And in the past two days, this group of troops jumped with his pursuing troops, just to cover the transfer of supplies.

"Check it for me, all the villages in Jing County and He County will be searched"

"Especially near the village where this group of Eighth Route Army stayed, there must be someone nearby who helps this group of Eighth Route Army..."

"Find them all and kill them all..."

Sanhao Dazuo's discovery, but it was obviously late, at this time it had been two days since the assault company was divided, and Su Jigang had already left Jing County with three tons of medicine and radio on the mountain torrent river and ran towards the west.

·······

West of Xiyang, east of Yangquan, on a highway.

The two trucks were moving quickly, and Kazuki Yamamoto sat on the co-pilot of the truck at the front, holding a saber, closing his eyes slightly, sitting quietly and recuperating, with a paralyzed and serious face like a sculpture.

Every once in a while, this old devil occasionally opens his eyes and looks at the mountains and forests outside the window...

"Your Excellency Yamamoto Daisa, didn't you say that the goals of our special forces are all strategic goals, and only military-level command bodies are qualified to let us dispatch?" The driver on the side asked Yamamoto while driving.

Since the establishment of the special team, Yamamoto Kazuki has always instilled in the team members the idea that the Yamamoto special team is a strategic team, and it is necessary to carry out strategic tasks, not to rush up and bite the enemy's positions and trenches like the army team.

"Our special forces are directly under the command of the military department of the Imperial Front, and they are strategic squads, not those tactical squads of the so-called army, we are troops that can change the direction of the war."

Yamamoto glanced at the new team member beside him, and said in an arrogant tone:

"We are a beast of prey, ready to bite the enemy's throat at any time and crush the enemy at the minimum cost"

"It's just a combat training, and the beast has to sharpen its teeth once in a while."

In the Yangcun encounter, Yamamoto's special forces suffered heavy losses, and one combat team leader and six members of the team were killed.

Losses of a tithe.

This old devil Yamamoto is very distressed!

And a few days later, there was even a member of the special forces who was killed by an escaped prisoner of war in the prisoner of war camp, and the most shameful thing was that he was actually killed with his bare hands, which directly made Yamamoto angry.

At one point, I began to wonder if I had been tired from training recently, and the level of the special forces had dropped······

To this end, Yamamoto also recruited a few new team members, and then personally led the training in order to improve the combat level of the special team·····

"Your Excellency Osa"

"Your Excellency Osa..."

A devil with a radio on his back ran over:

"Yangquan telegraphed that the small force infiltrated by the enemy broke away from the Shijiazhuang pursuit force at six o'clock this morning and entered the south of Xiyang from the Jingxian chain bridge, the specific location is unknown."

"Hmph, a bunch of trash"

When he opened his eyes, Yamamoto's eyes flashed:

"Inform the reconnaissance team to search south for this infiltrated small unit of the Eighth Route Army, and inform me of its location as soon as it is discovered."

"The convoy moved at full speed and turned at the intersection three kilometers ahead to the south of Yangquan"

"In addition, inform the Yangquan garrison..."

Although Yamamoto is stubborn and arrogant, he is indeed an elite special officer, and his military literacy is not to mention.

Even if he had this kind of small battle of 'beast grinding its teeth' in his mind, this old devil had done a lot of homework before the war, and the march map was in his mind, and even the current location was clear.

He doesn't need to look at a map to determine where his team is at the moment.

"Hi"

"Hi"

Communicators and truck drivers should be at the same time.

Then the communication devil sat in the car, ticking and sending reports, and the convoy made a big turn at the intersection in front, turning back from the highway to the south, and the devil driver stepped on the accelerator very deep along the way······

······

Around noon.

The independent regiment is stationed, Yang village.

"Phew..."

There was a sudden sound of horses coming to a halt, and Zhao Gang jumped off the saddle panting.

Riding from the headquarters arsenal to the independent regiment Yang Village, the distance between the two places is dozens of kilometers, and they are all mountain roads, even if you ride a horse, it is a great test of physical strength.

Especially if he was in a hurry.

Zhao Gang stepped on the ground, and before he could stand firmly, he felt dizzy and almost stumbled.

In order to hurry back to the independent regiment to keep an eye on Li Yunlong, he did not rest for a day last night, and led the transport team to the arsenal overnight, and did not even drink a sip of tea when he arrived at the arsenal, and told the transport team to rest for a day before returning to the regiment headquarters, and he himself asked for a horse and rushed back.

Rubbing his eyes, handing over the horse to the soldiers who answered on the side, Zhao Gang ran straight towards the regimental headquarters.

"Want to avoid me? Don't even think about it..."

With a sneer in his heart, Zhao Gang ran towards the regiment headquarters.