Two days later.

Late at night.

Near a village on the left side of Zhao Jiayu's base.

This is a typical mountainous area in the northwest of Shanxi Province, with low loess slopes rising and falling, occasionally interspersed with a few relatively high peaks, and there is not much greenery here, and most of them are low shrubs.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Under a valley on the edge of the base, a team of devils came here quietly, and the leader of the team was dressed in a Yamamoto agent team costume, and with a slight wave of his hand, several devils behind him took the lead in climbing up.

The hillside in front of them was not steep, and the height was only five or six meters, and the three devils quickly climbed up.

Ten minutes later, a devil came to the edge of the hillside and made a noise.

This is a signal that it is safe.

"Let's go."

The captain of the devil brigade who led the team waved his hand, and hundreds of devils rushed forward in turn.

Along the rugged mountain road, these devils went all the way to the base of the independent regiment.

It's the middle of December, and it has snowed heavily not long ago, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of snow, and as far as the eye can see, it is snow-white.

At this time, it can be seen clearly that these devils are generally wearing white covers, and it is extremely difficult to find them at night, and many devils are also equipped with submachine guns, which are obviously captured from the independent regiment from the model of the submachine gun.

"Captain, there's a commanding height ahead."

An hour later, the team came to a high peak.

The captain of the devil team did not speak, he held a telescope, observed this mountain peak with the help of faint starlight, and then opened the map and found the location of this mountain.

It is marked on the ground that this place is called Xiaoxinzhuang.

The village is next to the mountain peak, and there is also a dirt road between the two.

Then he waved his hands:

"Clearing mines, searching for communication lines."

Such an important commanding height, no need to reconnoiter to know, the Eighth Route Army must have arranged a guard post, and the condescending view allows those staying at the top of the mountain to easily spot the approaching enemy.

Special operations, which require as much as possible to lurk close to the target, and not to be exposed until then.

So, he had to deal with the guard post in front of him first.

With his movements, more than a dozen devils lightly touched the bottom of the mountain, the most obvious of these devils was holding a mine-sweeping device and a pair of sharp scissors.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen devils came back and reported to the captain of the devil brigade:

"No wires found."

"No mines found."

The captain of the devil team nodded, waved his hand, and motioned for the devils in front of him to return to the team.

"There are no mines, which means that there are often people passing here, it is not suitable for laying mines, there are no telephone lines, which means that the communication of this guard post relies on flare guns, or radios."

The Devil Captain made a judgment.

The elites he sent out to search were all elites, elites who had survived many fierce battles on the front line, and had fought with the Independent Regiment for so long, and now they were very vigilant about mines, and it was difficult to hit, and it was impossible not to find wires or mines.

Then he waved his two hands, and he personally led the team, leading more than 30 devils armed with submachine guns to the top of the mountain.

Before proceeding, the guard posts must be taken out.

I have to admit that this group of devils who have won the true legend of Yamamoto is really powerful, more than 30 people avoided several warning measures along the way, and finally quietly located outside the outpost on the top of the mountain, only 300 meters away, located in the blind spot of the two guards outside the outpost.

Here, you can already clearly see the glimmer of light peeking through the cracks in the wooden house.

"Kill them."

The captain of the devil team who led the team waved his hand, murderous:

"Don't give them a chance to call the police."

Several of the most elite devils began to crawl forward, these were the elites trained by Yamamoto himself, and the rest of the devils were on standby, and some began to set up machine guns and grenadiers.

Also on standby is the devil captain.

Actually, it was supposed to be this captain who was supposed to take someone to solve the secret outpost, but this captain was the leader of the first combat team of the Yamamoto special team before, so he handed over the task to a squadron leader from the special team.

As for the reason.

This one is afraid of death.

Because so far, the leader of the first combat team of Yamamoto's special forces seems to have a spell, and no one has been able to serve for more than a year, and all of them have died in the mission.

And of all the missions, the easiest thing to die is to touch the sentry, you never know what's inside, if the enemy has a secret sentry that he hasn't found, so he gives the task to someone else.

Approach the outpost from behind, kill with a dagger, and continue

Dadada····

With a few submachine gun shots, a few alarms and screams, the wooden post in the distance regained calm.

In a short period of one year, the independent regiment had only more than 3,000 men when it returned from Shou County, but now it has a total strength of more than 40,000 troops, an increase of more than 10 times.

After all, excellent soldiers are given priority to supplement artillery units and tank units, so the soldiers on the guard post side are all soldiers who have been in the army for less than nine months, and they do not have much actual combat experience.

In the face of the elite Yamamoto special team members, Yamamoto personally trained, an old devil with several years of actual combat experience, coupled with this snowy environment, this ending is very normal.

Today's battle on the front line, the sound of artillery comes and goes, the gunfire is endless, and the cold wind is howling in the environment, so a few gunshots did not cause many waves.

"Mission accomplished."

The devil who came back reported.

"Not exposed, right?"

The group leader, who is also the leader of the first combat team of Yamamoto's special forces, asked.

He heard a call for the alarm.

"Nope."

The leader of a squadron of devils who came back said:

"There were seven people in the post in total, there were flare guns and a radio, the radio had a talking function, it was advanced, but before they raised the alarm, I had already destroyed the radio station and the message was not delivered."

"Yo Si."

The captain of the devil brigade is very satisfied.

Just before the captain was about to take people away, he looked at the submachine gun in his hand, and he suddenly turned back to the outpost.

He was going to get a submachine gun of a separate regiment.

Compared with the submachine guns of Germany and the United States, the submachine guns of the independent regiment are much better in terms of accuracy and quality, and the number of jams is much less, so there is a consensus among the imperial army of Ping'an County.

Use captured enemy weapons whenever possible.

Because it's so much better than the Empire's own production.

Walking into the outpost, he saw several bodies that had fallen to the ground, submachine guns scattered on the ground, as well as a flare gun, and a radio station that had been damaged by bullets.

Picking up a submachine gun, picking up a few more magazines, collecting hundreds of rounds, during which the captain had a smile on his face, because the new submachine gun was better than his, and at the same time, his heart was full of emotion.

He remembered that a few years ago, at the beginning of the war, the same group of dirt and eight roads had done the same with the weapons of the Empire, but now, everything was reversed.

Packing up his weapon, he looked away from the flare gun and looked at the radio.

The flare gun is of poor quality, it is self-made by the independent regiment, but the radio station, which is also much better than the Empire, has a long communication distance, a low failure rate, and if it is not damaged, it can be captured.

Next to the radio, there was a soldier of the Eighth Route Army, still holding a microphone in his hand.

Suddenly, the captain of the devil brigade stared for a moment, and his face changed greatly.

He lunged forward, lifted the microphone from the soldier's hand, and following the wire, he found that it was connected under the table, not to the radio station placed on the table.

Following the wires, open the floor under the table, there is a wooden box inside, there is a radio station, a brand new radio station, and even the signal indicator is still on.

"Yaga..."

The captain of the devil team suddenly glared angrily and scolded:

"There are two radio stations."

In the scolding, there was some anger and jealousy.

There were actually two radio stations in a small outpost, and the Great Japanese Empire could only achieve radio popularization to the brigade level.

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Meanwhile.

Zhao Jiayu, in the regimental headquarters of the Independent Regiment.

"Spot the enemy's elite troops, located at the Xiaoxin Village outpost."

The staff officer reported quickly.

"The small new village outpost?"

Li Yunlong immediately found the location on the map and deduced the purpose of this group of enemies, he snorted coldly and continued:

"These devils are coming for the warehouse district."

"How's the outpost doing?"

Zhang Dabiao on the side asked.

"It's lost, I guess..."

The staff officer's voice was a little low.

Zhang Dabiao nodded and did not continue to speak.

The outpost system was jointly established by him and the special squad.

Based on many exercises with the special squad, it was concluded that with the capabilities of Yamamoto's special team, coupled with the complex environment in the mountainous area, and no matter how it was arranged, there was a chance to sneak into the outpost quietly.

Moreover, it is easy to eliminate the outpost sentry before the alarm message is issued.

People are not machines, even the most elite fighters, it is impossible to be careful throughout the whole process, people always have times when they are distracted, not to mention that most of the recruits in the outpost are less than a year.

In order to make up for the lack of experience of the soldiers, he and Wang Gensheng established a number of reserve systems, and instead of laying telephone lines that were easy to be discovered, they chose to put two radio stations.

With the tank business going on, fifteen-watt radios have been exchanged casually at a very low price. And even such a station, the commissar was preparing his own production.

One is in the light, the other is in the dark.

Once an enemy lurks in, it will inevitably destroy the radio station as soon as possible, because it is difficult for people to guarantee a one-shot kill, but the radio station will be immediately ineffective as long as it is shot.

"Which is the closest unit to Xiaoxinzhuang?"

Li Yunlong asked.

"The first tank company, Sun Desheng's company, is ten kilometers away."

Zhang Dabiao didn't even look at the map and replied directly.

"Tell him the news."

Li Yunlong waved his hand:

"Let Sun Desheng destroy this gang of devils."

"Yes."

The staff officer nodded yes.

Then the radio behind the regimental headquarters sounded.

A few seconds later, ten kilometers in front of Xiaoxinzhuang, inside Sun Desheng's tank, Dididi, with the sound of the radio, the correspondent woke up Sun Desheng, who was dozing off.

"Battalion commander, a devil was found at the Xiaoxinzhuang outpost."