There are Japanese sentries on the second floor, but there are no searchlights on the second floor. In addition, the searchlights on the third floor are also controlled by Japanese sentries. The Japanese sentries on the second floor may occasionally look at the place illuminated by the searchlights, but they will never do so. Keep your eyes fixed on the searchlight.
So there are articles to be written here.
The middle turret is the largest of the three Japanese turrets. It has the strongest firepower and the largest number of people.
Three minutes ago.
That's one fifty-seven in the morning.
The puppet company commander Wang An quietly sat up from the bed.
The Japanese sentry on the second floor had just come up for inspection, and also specifically inspected the puppet army's general store. The next inspection should be in half an hour.
At the machine gun port on the third floor of the turret, the Japanese sentries were still holding searchlights and looking around. There were two Japanese sentries. It was probably because the little Japanese were afraid that there was only one person on duty during the night and falling asleep would delay things.
There was another person beside the two Japanese sentries. He was Wu Scara, the platoon leader of the first company of the puppet army. I don’t remember much of his real name. He just got this nickname because he had a scary big scar on his face. Even The Japanese all called him Wu Scara.
Wu Scara was also on guard duty, and the Japanese and puppet troops were on guard duty on the third floor.
As for the changing time of the Japanese sentry, it is usually three hours. Since the changing of the guard takes less than an hour, Wang An is not worried about this. He is just worried that the Japanese sentry on the second floor will suddenly run to the third floor on a whim. Come and inspect again.
But I looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost two o'clock in the morning, and it was about to be the time agreed with Commander Kong.
Wang An sat up and deliberately yawned, cursing and saying, "Damn, I woke up after holding in my urine. If I had known better, I wouldn't have drank so much water before going to bed."
Wang An found his shoes from the side of the couch and stood up. There was no toilet in the turret, and he seemed to be looking for a chamber pot with squinted eyes.
But after searching and searching, he somehow found the machine gun muzzle. It was obvious that Wang An was a good person, and besides, he was the company commander of the Imperial Alliance Army, so the Japanese were a bit mean-spirited.
"Hey, you two princes, thank you for your hard work! You are still on guard duty in the middle of the night!"
Wang An, who seemed to be getting up for the night, greeted the two Japanese soldiers casually.
The two Japanese soldiers turned their heads and smiled at Wang An, then turned their heads again and continued to stare at the situation outside the blockhouse.
"Damn, that stupid little devil is quite dedicated."
Wang An cursed a few words in his heart, and while the two Japs were focused on exploring outside the turret, he gave Wu Scara a wink at his side, and then said: "Scarla, it's so tiring at night. Open your eyes wider and help Taijun stare more. If Taijun is tired, let Taijun rest for a while. Don't stand here like a piece of wood, do you understand?"
"Yes, company commander!"
Wu Scar responded. When his old face trembled, the scar on the left side of his face swayed, looking particularly terrifying.
He had already received the hint, and the company commander was urging him to take action!
"Hey, Taijun, please take a break and smoke a cigarette. I'll patrol for a while." Wu Scara said, approaching the Japanese sentry on the right.
Wang An, on the other hand, was approaching the other Japanese, "Scar is right, Taijun, you two rest for a while, and we will keep an eye on you."
With smiles on their faces, the two men quickly approached the Japanese. A dagger, which shone faintly in the dark night, slipped silently into their right hands hidden behind their backs.
As the saying goes, it's easy to hide from an open gun, but hard to guard against a hidden one!
Don't be afraid of evil spirits, just be afraid of the knife hidden in your smile!
The Japanese are also human beings, and the two Imperial Army soldiers, both officers, greeted each other with smiles.
The two Japanese sentries were completely unprepared.
A ruthless look flashed in his eyes. Wang An and Wu Scarla moved their hands together without hesitation. The smiles on their faces froze, but their movements were not slow at all.
After all, they had been soldiers for half their lives, and when their lives were in danger, the hands of the two men showed no weakness at all. While covering the Japs mouth and nose with their left hand, the dagger in their right hand slashed across the Japs throat.
Wang An was brave and careful. The devil in his hand gradually lost its vitality in the final struggle. His eyes were stern, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Taijun, how are you? This is a good smoke, that is, you , if it were anyone else, I would definitely not be willing to ask him to smoke."
As before, the voice was deliberately lowered for fear of disturbing others, but it cleverly covered up the sound of the Japanese's last struggle.
Wu Scara on the side was not as perverted as Wang An. The devil in his hand stopped moving. He couldn't help but swallow hard. The dagger that had just scratched the devil's throat without hesitation started to tremble because of the trembling of his right hand. stand up.
Wang An glared at Wu Scara fiercely.
shake?
Shake your ass!
You kid got on the pirate ship. There is no turning back now. Besides, these devils deserve to die.
If we don't kill them, Commander Kong will definitely kill us if he turns around.
Isn’t our battalion commander jumping for joy? I have always been loyal to the Japanese, but what happened? He hung himself from the beam of his house at night.
The people all said that the battalion commander was a traitor and committed suicide out of shame and fear of crime.
I believe you, that bastard of the battalion commander cherishes his own life more than anything else. Damn it if he is willing to hang himself.
Commander Kong must have done it. Otherwise, how could Commander Kong's men find him on the back foot?
But what does it have to do with me?
I am a patriotic Chinese!
Even if he is a traitor now, he is still in the Cao camp and his heart is in the Han camp.
This time, I know exactly what the brothers under my command are thinking. Those who can be trusted have been kept, while those who cannot be trusted have been kicked to other companies by me.
You little devil, damn it!
Commander Kong has already said that if we take down Xiao'an Town this time, I will be credited with a great achievement!
..."I'll control the searchlight first. You hurry up and send a signal to Commander Kong and the others, and then tell the brothers to get up quickly and hurry up to prepare." Wang An said in Wu Scara's ear.
"Commander Kong and the others should be heading towards the gun tower now, right?"
While Wang An was operating the searchlight, he secretly thought that the Japanese sentries on the second floor would not keep an eye on the searchlight situation anyway. Wang An deliberately extended the searchlight patrol time to make it easier for Kong Jie and the others to hide. Turn on the searchlight for exploration.
There was still deathly silence outside the blockhouse, except for the areas illuminated by the searchlights, everything was blurry.
Wang An didn't find any trace of Kong Jie and others, which surprised him secretly. Captain Kong and the others were really impressive.
It is said that the two gun towers in the Changpo stronghold were suddenly captured by Commander Kong and others.
Thinking of this, Wang An increasingly felt that surrendering to the Independent Regiment of the Eighth Route Army was the wisest choice.
Turning his head and looking at the two slightly shorter turrets on the left and right, Wang An was a little worried, but then he thought about it. The two surrounding turrets were far inferior to the central turret in terms of troop strength and firepower configuration. There were only Japanese sentries on the third floor. one person.
The second platoon leader and the third platoon leader also followed their old subordinates, so it shouldn't be a problem to kill the Japanese sentries at night...
