Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 119 Burning Red Cliff

Monk Wei, along with a dozen soldiers from the reconnaissance battalion dressed in Japanese military uniforms, drove the car onto a small road and quickly modified the explosives and a box of grenades left in the car.

Ten minutes later, the truck turned into an incredibly powerful bomb truck.

This move is the legendary burning of Red Cliff and buying the casket and returning the pearl.

"Hehe, if this thing were to drive into the Japanese camp, even if it didn't hit that old bastard Kei Miura Kenjiro, it would at least make him bleed from all seven orifices!"

Wang Xikui looked at the simple and kind-hearted Monk Wei and felt vaguely that he had changed.

He became like Captain Zhang, Chief of Staff Wang and Commander Li, "mean and evil".

The Independent Column is now a big melting pot, turning all the officers and soldiers who have joined the Independent Column into "unconventional" chivalrous knights.

According to Li Yunlong, no matter what dirty or cruel tricks they were, as long as they could beat the Japanese, they were good tricks and they should all be used against the Japanese.

Humanitarianism is for human beings. When dealing with beasts like the Japanese devils, we must first teach them how to be human beings.

Monk Wei was driving the car himself and was stopped by the Japanese when he passed the outer sentry post.

"Why is it so slow today? Is it because the brave Lieutenant Koizumi has diarrhea again?"

This remark caused a group of Japanese soldiers to burst into laughter.

When the Japanese saw that Monk Wei had a gloomy face, they were a little scared. After all, Koizumi was an official officer, and they were just privates. They were afraid that this gloomy-faced soldier would convey their words to Koizumi's ears.

"Let's go, let's go. Those guys in the camp have urged us several times, and they are all waiting for the cans to be put into the pot!"

After a narrow escape, Monk Wei knocked on the baffle behind the cab and asked the reconnaissance battalion soldiers hiding under the canvas to turn off the safety of their guns to prevent accidental discharge.

After passing the sentry post, Monk Wei let go a dozen soldiers and asked them to march on foot to the outskirts of the camp to cover themselves.

Then he drove a truck alone and headed towards the Japanese camp resolutely.

Monk Wei rushed to the camp gate honking his horn, and a young Japanese soldier was about to stop the car for inspection.

But he was stopped by the team leader.

"Baga, the sentry ahead has already checked, otherwise they wouldn't have let you pass! If you delay the general's dinner, I'll ask you to go back to Hokkaido and sell fish!"

I watched the barricades at the camp gate being removed, and even saw the Japanese soldiers waving and smiling.

Monk Wei picked up the stone he had prepared long ago, pressed it on the accelerator, and then took a branch to block the steering wheel.

"Fuck your grandma!"

After saying that, he pulled the delay fuse, opened the car door, and jumped out.

Monk Wei rolled several times and fell to the ground. He threw the 95 rifle behind him and held it in his hand.

The smooth operation stunned the Japanese soldiers and they were stunned for three seconds.

I didn't recover until I saw the truck speeding towards the center of the camp.

They don't believe that this truck is loaded with rice, flour and oil, and is a poverty alleviation vehicle that "brings warmth to the community."

The Japanese squad leader took out a turtle box and started waving it around.

"Baga, stop the car!"

All of a sudden, the Japanese soldiers chased the truck, leaving the team leader who was "commanding from the rear" standing there staring at Wei Heshang.

Monk Wei chuckled.

"Fuck you, little devil! Go to hell!"

"Nani?"

Two gunshots were heard. The distance was only about ten meters, which was much easier to hit than the fixed target that Monk Wei usually trained with.

The Japanese squad leader had two black holes on his forehead and his body collapsed.

The sound of gunfire and the sound of the Japanese stopping the car lured all the Japanese in the tent out.

The Japanese soldiers blocking the way looked at the speeding truck and initially fantasized about jumping onto the truck and stepping on the brakes.

But they overestimated their own agility and underestimated the speed of the trucks, and all of them became dead souls under the wheels of the Japanese.

While no one was paying attention, Monk Wei quickly ran up the hillside and joined up with a dozen of his scouts. Then, from a distance of more than 200 meters, he watched the chaos in the Japanese camp.

"almost!"

With a loud "boom", the bomb truck turned into a ball of blazing fire, which made Monk Wei, who was two hundred meters away, feel his ears numb!

With the explosion point as the center, no grass will grow within 20 meters, life or death will be unpredictable within 50 meters, and blood will spurt out of the mouth and nose within 100 meters.

As expected by Monk Wei, Kenjiro Kei Sanura, who was standing at the entrance of the command department, looked at the messy camp and was knocked to the ground by the powerful shock wave before he could even lose his temper, with blood coming out of all his orifices.

Kenjiro Kei Miura looked at a large pit two or three meters deep in the middle of the camp and the wasteland within twenty meters around it. He started shouting hysterically like a defeated rooster.

"Chase him! Baka!"

Wei Heshang and his men were divided into two teams. One team ran directly into the mountains, and the other team used sniper rifles and 95 rifles with scopes to suppress the pursuing Japanese.

"Have the booby traps been set?"

"Captain, you'll be ready when you storm the camp, just waiting for the safety to go off!"

"Retreat when you're done!"

The soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion put the fire ring of the grenade pressed under the stone on the rope, tied the other end to the tree, clapped their hands in satisfaction, and retreated.

Monk Wei led six soldiers and set up booby traps while retreating.

After being bombed several times, the Japanese soldiers no longer dared to advance rashly. In the end, they even spent a long time studying the thread ends that Monk Wei casually threw on the ground.

Once bitten, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years. The speed of the Japanese slowed down completely.

Wei Heshang and his six companions also rushed to the place where the motorcycles were hidden, then rode on the motorcycles and returned triumphantly.

At around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, when we returned to the New Second Regiment's position, Kong Jie was grinning and laughing.

Hundreds of rifles were swept up from the Japanese artillery positions, and with the addition of bullets and grenades that Monk Wei robbed on the road, their regiment made a small fortune.

Monk Wei reported the results of this proactive attack to Kong Jie.

"Captain Kong, we went out and destroyed eight Type 92 infantry guns and nearly three hundred Japanese soldiers!"

"Wow, you did so much in just one trip?"

Monk Wei was also a little embarrassed. It was not that the Japanese were weak, but their equipment was decades ahead of the Japanese. If they couldn't beat the Japanese with such equipment, they would have to bury their heads in their crotches and live their lives, unable to raise their heads!

Monk Wei took a simple rest for four or five hours, and after eating and drinking his fill, he immediately reorganized the team.

Kong Jie saw Monk Wei busy again and thought that the Japanese were in trouble again.

"Captain Wei, what are you doing now?"

"Hey, let's send some midnight snacks to the devils. We can't let them sit idle. If they sit idle, they'll easily get into trouble. I'm helping them not to make mistakes!"