I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 617: Entering the Military Police with a Clever Tactic and Bombarding Sato's Ghost Batt

Just on the unusually quiet street, a sound of "thumping" marching footsteps came from another street.

Turning the corner, a squad of Japanese soldiers, marching in neat rows, were about to pass by the gate of the gendarmerie.

Judging from the style of their uniforms, they should be soldiers from the Sato Brigade.

On both sides of the gendarmerie's gate, there was a machine gun bunker made of sandbags.

There was a Type 92 heavy machine gun inside, aiming at the empty streets on both sides of the door.

This arrangement is to bully the Chinese army because it lacks artillery.

Otherwise, from one hundred and fifty meters away, all you need to do is take out a grenade launcher.

These two uncovered heavy machine gun bunkers can be taken care of.

A heavy machine gunner may have heard the footsteps getting closer.

He gripped the firing handle of the heavy machine gun tightly and raised his head to take a look at the source of the sound.

"Bakayaro, it turns out that you are from the Sato Brigade. Why did Okami not sleep and come to the military police station?"

After he finished mumbling, he ignored the patrolling Japanese soldiers and continued to sit on the ammunition box and took a nap.

The team of devils walked to the door of the gendarmerie, and the other soldiers stood still.

The captain leading the Japanese team, with two Japanese sentries, walked towards the sentry at the door of the gendarmerie.

The squad leader said, "I am Captain Watanabe of the Sato Brigade, and I have business to see the captain of the military police."

After saying that, he took out an ID card from his shirt pocket and handed it over.

Just as the guard was checking the documents, the two soldiers behind him suddenly stepped forward.

They both blocked the guard's mouth with one hand and stabbed him with the dagger in the other hand.

A few seconds later, the two sentries standing guard at the door sat down at the gate.

The Japanese soldiers from the same squad immediately sent out four people and headed straight for the Japanese heavy machine gun bunker.

This time the noise was louder and the Japanese in the machine gun bunker had noticed it.

The Japanese heavy machine gunner didn't have time to turn his gun around, so he just stood up and looked outside the bunker.

Before they saw anything else, they noticed two guns pointed at them.

The long gun barrel made a "puff puff" sound, and four Japanese heavy machine gunners died instantly.

Captain Huang and his men who were hiding in the alley gained some new insights.

This kind of pistol is probably the legendary silent pistol, right?

I didn't expect that a regular army like the guerrilla division would have such high-end goods.

Those fake "Japanese soldiers" below were naturally disguised as soldiers from the independent regiment's search company.

They sent four people into the machine gun bunker, and two others pretended to be the guards at the gate and stood guard at the gate.

Platoon Leader Zheng took Captain Huang from the detective team, and the two walked side by side into the gendarmerie.

There were forty-three people in their platoon, and excluding three artillery observers, there were still seven people left at the door.

Captain Huang was absolutely impressed when he saw that Platoon Leader Zheng dared to break into the Japanese military police with 32 people.

They were divided into several combat teams, and under the leadership of Captain Huang's confidants, they continued to split their forces and attacked various important locations and nodes of the gendarmerie.

The Japanese military police captain Kudo and the deputy captain of the detective team were drinking in Kudo's living room.

The deputy captain of the detective team was named Fu, and all the detectives under him were arranged by Kudo to go to sleep.

Kudo knew that these armed spies could still fire a few shots during the day.

If they encountered a night battle, all they could do was lie on the ground with their butts sticking up and pretend to be dead.

Or they would run around yelling and shooting randomly into the sky.

How could we dare to ask such troops, who would only hinder our friendly forces, to stand guard for us?

It would be better to drive them all to the barracks and let them rest and sleep.

The reason why Kudo made friends with Captain Fu was because Captain Huang was not very obedient.

Nothing like Captain Fu, who is so considerate to me.

Even Captain Fu's wife was given to him by him.

But the situation is different now. The foreign military forces outside the city may break through the county town at any time.

This detective team can be used at any time as cannon fodder to cover your own breakout.

Captain Fu had no idea that he was being tricked and thought that Captain Kudo admired him.

I am still dreaming that as long as I follow the Japanese, I can become successful.

The two of them were still drinking and chatting when they finally heard a faint sound coming from outside.

There was a slight "puff" sound, a half-shout, and it seemed like there was the sound of someone falling to the ground.

Until a curse of "Baga" was heard, followed by the sound of a Type 38 rifle being fired.

This shot was like lighting a fuse, and immediately afterwards, gunfire rang out in the gendarmerie like a boiling pot.

“Chu…pa!”

What was launched into the sky was not a flare, but a large firework.

It was an extremely brilliant firework that exploded above the gendarmerie.

As the fireworks signal flares were fired, the independent regiment's artillery position at the East Gate immediately fired three artillery shells.

Then the artillery observers were on the city walls, observing the effects of the bombardment.

A few seconds later, the observer on the city wall used a walkie-talkie to contact the artillery below the city.

"Move gun positions one, three, and ten to the left by 0.1 degree and fire a test shot."

"Boom...Boom, boom, boom!" Then an excited voice came from the artillery company commander's walkie-talkie.

"Fire at this rate, fire at this rate. All artillery companies have ten rapid-fire rounds. Fire!"

“Boom boom boom…Boom…”

Following his orders, more than 1,300 Japanese soldiers in the Sato Brigade's barracks were in chaos.

They were all hit by the artillery shells of the independent regiment and fled in all directions in the barracks.

Thirty mortars firing ten rounds at high speed, that would be three hundred shells fired.

The barracks, headquarters, kitchens, and toilets in the military camp had already been blown to pieces, with vegetable leaves and potatoes flying everywhere, and feces, urine, and sewage splattered everywhere.

Countless Japanese soldiers were bombed into submission and wailing in the ruins.

The life of Brigadier General Sato is really not ordinary.

Fortunately, he had just finished using the toilet and came to the training ground of the military camp, looking up at the sky and thinking about life.

Suddenly, a gorgeous firework exploded in the sky above the county town.

Sato knew immediately that something was wrong, even though it was only March.

The fireworks were set off at some unrelated festival, but it was clearly sending a signal.

He immediately shouted to the barracks: "All soldiers assemble urgently."

As soon as he finished shouting, three artillery shells fell into the Japanese military camp.

One shell hit the guard booth at the door, one hit the training ground, and the last one hit the officers' toilet.

Fortunately, Sato, who had just gone to the toilet, happened to have already come out.

Unfortunately, although he was unharmed, the dirty stuff in the toilet was splashed all over his body.

He had just escaped from here when the other side fired three more shells at him, and it was obvious that the accuracy was better this time.

Two shells hit Wuding in the barracks, and another shell hit the soldiers' toilet behind him.

"Boom... bang..."

Once again, misfortune befell Brigade Commander Sato.

This time, the independent regiment's artillery's precise attack covered Sato's face with a mess of bullets.

"Facing" this sudden blow, Sato vomited.

By the time he had barely wiped his face with his sleeve, it was too late to issue any orders.

The mortar shells of the independent regiment's artillery were falling like raindrops.