Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty packed up and left the 67th Division headquarters at night.
The two of them didn't speak a word along the way, they just kept busy.
Chen Zhonghuai gave the two of them a map of the latest situation of the Chinese and Neon armies on the front line, which provided them with great convenience.
Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty followed the map and under the cover of night, weaving in and out at the joints of various units, and rushed to the location agreed upon by Baoshan and Lao Li.
Although they couldn't kill a few neon devils happily for the time being, the two of them were still able to protect themselves, so they were on their way.
It should be said that it is appropriate to rush on the road at this time. The 67th Division just launched a surprise attack yesterday morning. Both armies were tired, and the tense nerves of both sides were slightly relaxed at this time.
Hurrying along slowly and hurriedly, at ten minutes before dawn, we finally arrived at the scheduled location - an abandoned village ten miles outside Baoshan County.
"Who? Password!"
As soon as Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty took their first step into the village, a low roar sounded in their ears.
Then, there was the "click" sound of the gun being pulled.
"Password, crossfire!"
Seeing this, Ma Xiaoguang quickly replied.
The password was given by Ma Xiaoguang to Lao Li via the radio before departure.
The person who asked the question heard the command correctly and quickly put away the gun. However, he didn't say much and just let Ma Xiaoguang and Fatty enter the village.
In a dilapidated ancestral hall in the village, the two met Lao Li.
Lao Li had a dusty look on his face and was carrying a Hans MP35 submachine gun.
His beard was longer, his eyes were bloodshot, and his left hand was wrapped in a bandage.
"What's wrong? Did you lose the lottery?"
When the fat man saw this situation, he first asked with concern.
"Ma Dan, I was scratched a little bit by the fragments of the Japanese artillery shell. It's okay. It's just a skin injury..."
Lao Li replied nonchalantly.
"The Japanese have navy naval guns and army heavy artillery, so their firepower is naturally much stronger than ours!"
Ma Xiaoguang found a place to sit down and said with some depression.
"Then what do we do?"
Lao Li asked Ma Xiaoguang anxiously.
"What we can do is find out the location of the Japanese heavy artillery regiment and find a way..."
Ma Xiaoguang said while handing Lao Li a Hardman.
"There is a way?"
Lao Li did not light up his cigarette in a hurry, but asked Ma Xiaoguang with concern.
"This is also luck. The Japanese were looking for our heavy artillery position, and we also ran into...the plainclothes team."
The fat man smiled evilly, took out a stack of IDs from his backpack, and placed them on the altar table in the ancestral hall.
"It seems that I still have to follow the chief..."
Lao Li's eyes lit up and he said.
"Yes, nine meals in three days!"
The fat man replied with a playful smile.
Listening to the two people's nonsensical questions and answers, Commander Ma's face was full of black lines, but in this extraordinary period, he could not preach with a straight face, so he could only change the topic.
Ma Xiaoguang said: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, quickly find three brothers who are smarter and can speak Japanese, plus the three of us, and dress up as a plainclothes team."
“What to do with the photos?”
Upon hearing this, Lao Li nodded first, then turned around and was about to find someone when he suddenly asked.
"Fat Man and I have press badges with photos on them. Just peel them off. Your brothers all have their badges. It's the same thing. If you're a spy, don't give it to me. You don't know how to do it."
Commander Ma finally came to his senses and quickly regained his position.
When Lao Li heard this, he smiled sarcastically, took the fat man with his ID and left the ancestral hall...
At dawn, the three special operations team members selected by Lao Li and Fatty came to the ancestral hall with their IDs.
"This is Fu Mingyi...this is Gao Chao...this is Zhao Qingze, they are all good!"
Lao Li introduced Commander Ma.
"Hello, sir!"
The three team members looked calm and greeted Ma Xiaoguang after saluting.
"Okay, we are all brothers, don't be too polite and get ready to take action..."
Ma Xiaoguang said to everyone.
As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man opened a bag - it was filled with shabby clothes.
"Where did it come from?"
"They were collected in the village. Some houses were in a hurry and even their clothes were confiscated."
The fat man said while picking out clothes.
The six of them quickly changed into clothes that had a faint smell of something strange - this was an extraordinary period, so naturally there was no need to pay much attention to it, and it was God's blessing that they could have clothes to change into.
After being prepared, the six people left the village and headed east.
"The 11th Division of the Neon Army is attacking Baoshan this time. The division commander is Yamamuro Munetake. They have a mountain artillery regiment and a heavy artillery unit...the specific number is unknown."
Lao Li introduced the enemy situation on the front line to Ma Xiaoguang.
"Ma Dan, we only have one battalion in Baoshan, so what else are we going to do?"
The fat man's face changed when he heard this, and he lost his voice.
"That's why we have to find the Japanese heavy artillery position as soon as possible and find a way to destroy it!"
Ma Xiaoguang gritted his molars and said bitterly.
Just as he was talking, he saw a flash in front of his eyes.
It was Zhao Qingze who was walking at the front to explore the road and signaled on a mound a hundred meters away - there is something!
When everyone saw this, they didn't immediately stop talking, and quickly rushed to the hidden mound of Zhaoqingze.
Looking into the distance from the grass on the mound, it was a neon army position.
"It looks like it should be the Japanese infantry regiment..."
Lao Li squinted his eyes, glanced at the distant position and said.
"The artillery position must still be behind. We can only pass through the infantry position... Don't be too nervous. Remember, we are all members of the Neon Plainclothes Team now and speak Japanese!"
Ma Xiaoguang pondered for a moment and then spoke to everyone in Japanese.
The group of people walked down the mound and walked in a large circle towards the flank of the Neon Army position.
…
The fat man found a wooden stick, picked up a piece of white cloth, and walked at the front of the team.
He looked very unhappy, as if Commander Ma still owed him a year's military pay.
"stop!"
A Japanese command sounded in front of everyone.
Before he finished speaking, six Neon Army soldiers appeared like ghosts in the surrounding grass.
These soldiers had cold expressions and fierce eyes. At first glance, they looked like battle-hardened veterans.
They carried Type 38 rifles with bayonets attached and pointed their guns directly at Ma Xiaoguang and the other six people.
"We are from the Army Intelligence Department... plainclothes team. I am the captain Toshiyuki Yamashita!"
Ma Xiaoguang quickly stepped forward and said to the leading sergeant with a smile on his face.
As he spoke, he handed over the certificate he was holding in his hand.
Seeing this, the rest of the people also took out their IDs and handed them over.
The sergeant looked solemn and carefully checked the IDs of the six people one by one. While looking at the IDs, he also looked at the faces of the six people in front of him.
The sergeant's eyes were as cold as a bayonet, which made people's hearts tremble.
"Plainclothes team...this is a battlefield, you should leave as soon as possible."
The sergeant said to Ma Xiaoguang without any emotion, and handed the certificate back to him as he spoke.
When everyone heard what the sergeant said, their hearts sank. It was so depressing to be persuaded to leave before they even touched the door!
When everyone was anxious, they saw Ma Xiaoguang's expression change, and he reached out and took out something from his bag...
