Kong Jie was a lot more verbose than usual. He didn't care whether what he said was organized or not, he just gave as many instructions as he could think of.
In fact, Kong Jie was a little afraid of the enemy he was about to face, the Yamamoto special agent team.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
Yamamoto's special agent team is well-known. As Li Yunlong's biggest opponent, he is about to collide with Kong Jie. Naturally, Kong Jie feels uncertain.
Who knows if it's the same thing as in memory.
At least in the battle at Cangyunling, the Bantian unit was far stronger than Kong Jie expected.
The Independent Regiment, the New First Regiment, the 771st Regiment, and even the 358th Regiment combined with Chu Yunfei, failed to completely defeat the Sakata Regiment.
Kong Jie can completely imagine that if Li Yunlong's lone army is allowed to break through the encirclement head-on, even if old Li Fu is lucky and knocks out the Bantian Regiment headquarters with one shot, the new regiment will still be under great pressure and may suffer casualties. Not too small.
Otherwise, in Kong Jie's memory, Zhang Dabiao would not have been surrounded by Japanese soldiers during the breakout. Later, it was Li Yunlong who led his men back to fight and rescued him.
In fact, although Kong Jie stole Lao Li's limelight and knocked out the Sakata United Command with one shot, Lao Li was actually very grateful to Kong Jie in his heart. Otherwise, Lao Li would have I won’t invite Kong Jie to drink.
In Li Yunlong's words, he owed it to Kong Jie. If Kong Jie's independent regiment had not broken out from the front and reduced the pressure on the New Regiment, the New Regiment would have lost at least nearly half of its troops in that battle.
Those who sacrificed were not just numbers, but also his brother Li Yunlong.
Of course, Li Yunlong also braved a hail of bullets to rescue Kong Jie from the dead.
The two have a deep friendship, so naturally they don't care about this.
As for the Yamamoto special agent team in front of us.
Kong Jie's impression was that his reputation was terrifying, and his appetite was even more terrifying.
Returned from studying at Munich Special Military Academy in Germany and is a Japanese special operations expert.
As the top military commander of the Yamamoto Special Forces, Kazuki Yamamoto has an amazing resume, and his tone is equally astonishing. Chongqing or Yan'an can always be targeted. Even the commander's headquarters in the World War II zone seems not to be happy to be a target.
It was such a guy who was really talented but very arrogant. He spent more than a year forming the Japanese special operations force, the Yamamoto Agent Team.
There are more than 80 members, and it is said that all of them are the elite of the elite.
But in Kong Jie's impression, there are only two words that can describe these guys - slutty!
Yes, what a slut.
Why do you say that?
Just the clothes of these guys from Yamamoto Agent Team can fully interpret the word "slut".
It is completely different from the standard military uniforms of the Japanese regular combat troops. It is a non-reflective steel helmet with a camouflage net, and even a pair of goggles on it. An American M3 submachine gun hangs around the neck (of course, this gun seems to be a bit time-traveled, and it is said that it should be It is a German-made MP38 submachine gun), plus two grenades hanging on the chest.
The whole outfit was dressed up, as if he was trying to tell others that our army is different from the regular Japanese combat troops. We are a fucking special operations force - the Yamamoto Agent Team.
In Kong Jie's opinion, all this is too ridiculous.
I have never seen such stupid special operations troops. I am afraid that others will not know that they are engaged in special operations.
Not to mention, why are the military uniforms so cool in design?
You can tell the difference at a glance, and what are the goggles used for? Even if there is occasional dust here in northwest Shanxi, it won't be able to confuse your little devil's dog eyes, right?
Kong Jie believed that Kazuki Yamamoto, who graduated from the Special Military Academy in Munich, Germany, would never be so stupid. At the very least, Yamamoto should know that the most important thing about special operations is absolute concealment.
How can a special operations force in the true sense be so showy? Where can you stand in front of it and your eyes will shine?
Therefore, Kong Jie guessed that the Yamamoto special agent team that was about to appear might not be the same as what he had in mind. Perhaps they were wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, and they had deliberately worn out the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army, specially added some patches, and then made them black. Maybe he spoke Chinese very fluently, and Kong Jie might not even be able to tell the difference if he didn't take off his pants and see the crotch cloth they often wear.
Those are the troops that really engage in special operations.
He comes without a trace and leaves without a trace. Even if you find him, you still think he is one of your own.
If such a special operations force were to reach the headquarters and then disguise themselves as members of the Eighth Route Army, Yamamoto Kazuki's arrogant strategic goal might not necessarily fail.
Kong Jie was thinking about these questions in his mind, and the sky gradually darkened.
It was already around ten o'clock at night, and none of the soldiers were sleepy.
Everyone felt the seriousness in the expression of the group leader Kong Jie, as if something big was going to happen tonight.
Although many cadres were full of doubts, especially the second battalion commander Shen Quan, they always felt that the regiment leader was a little ecstatic. He had just guessed that there might be a special operations force in the Japanese team. Could it be that they are coming tonight?
Will you still be so foolish as to plunge into the trap set by our independent group in advance?
But no one asked more questions, not even Shen Quan. Everyone believed Kong Jie.
As a soldier of an independent regiment, if you don’t even trust your own regiment leader, then who can you trust?
Maybe it’s the military perception unique to excellent military commanders!
The night is getting deeper, the moonlight is gradually hanging high, and without the heat of the summer day, the night in northwest Shanxi is somewhat cool.
The entire Yang Village was completely silent. The villagers in the village had already fallen asleep after a tiring day of farming. Even the few big yellow dogs raised in the village had their heads drooped and their eyelids drooped, and there was no movement.
Kong Jie waited quietly at the end of the village, with no sleepiness on his face.
According to the intelligence letter provided by the system, on the night of June 15th, that is, tonight, the Yamamoto special agent team will pass through Yangcun. However, the specific time is not clear, but Kong Jie estimates that it should be soon.
Across a space, a few kilometers away from the head of Yangcun Village.
A group of black shadows sprang out of the woods like ghosts. They quickly crossed the gentle slope and entered the next hiding place in an extremely orderly manner with extremely skilled and solid tactical movements.
A voice sounded at the head of the team. It was in Japanese. It was lowered by the speaker, revealing calmness and calmness, as well as a hint of coldness:
"According to the latest information that came in a few days ago, we are not far from the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army. There is a village called Yangcun further ahead. It is the shortest way to the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army in Daxia Bay. According to the information, there are no troops for the time being. Stationed, but all precautions must be taken, and no trace of exposure can be allowed before arriving at the Eighth Route Army headquarters.”
"Remember, from now on, no language communication is allowed in the team without my permission. All tactical orders are issued through sign language."
"In addition, there will definitely be a considerable number of guards at the Eighth Route Army headquarters. After approaching, if you need to disguise, don't speak easily, and you are only allowed to speak Chinese!"
"Hi!"
Behind him, a group of rustic guys were clearly wearing patched Eighth Route Army uniforms. They were completely indistinguishable from the Chinese. They even looked like farmers-turned-Eighth Route Army soldiers. They all responded in Japanese...
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