Chapter 61 Monk Wei
"Who told you that I only brought one company?"
Yang Lin had a sly smile on his face.
There is a tough guy in the Shuangnian Township prisoner-of-war camp. As long as they catch Yamamoto's special forces during their daily training, this tough guy will definitely organize a riot.
By then, with the cooperation of both sides, it would be much easier to capture the prisoner-of-war camp.
Then, after making some simple deployment, Yang Lin led his troops along the trail towards the prisoner-of-war camp.
After reaching the designated position, Yang Lin stopped the team.
He asked the soldiers to rest for a while in a hidden valley, while he, with Ma Gan and Zhao Yuting, carefully moved towards the commanding heights on the top of the mountain.
There are only a few sparsely grown small trees on this side of the mountain. Fortunately, there is a lot of weeds growing on the top of the mountain, so if someone hides in it, he cannot be found unless he gets closer.
After reaching the commanding heights, Yang Lin slowly pushed aside the weeds and snow in front of him, and then took out the telescope from his waist.
The entire prisoner-of-war camp appeared in sight. It was square and surrounded by a towering wall. A circle of barbed wire was hung on the edge of the wall. About a dozen Japanese sentries were walking back and forth on it.
"battalion commander!"
"This is really a tough nut to crack!"
Artillery company commander Zhao Yuting put down the telescope in his hand and said solemnly.
Looking down from the commanding heights, the layout of the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp is clearly visible, and the number of troops and machine gun firepower is clearly visible.
But this is where the difficulty lies.
Zhao Yuting counted carefully and found that the Japanese had machine gun positions on the watchtowers at the four corners of the wall, and each machine gun position was equipped with at least one heavy machine gun. In addition, there was at least one light machine gun.
These machine gun positions are in a pincer position. Once attacked, they can assist each other and cross-fire. There are no blind spots in the four directions of east, west, south and north.
In other words, no matter from which direction our side attacked the Japanese prisoner-of-war camp, we would be shot by at least two enemy machine gun fire points.
Yang Lin sneered: "No matter how hard your bones are, they can't stand up to a group of wild wolves like us!"
"Did you see the enemy's machine gun position?"
"When the battle starts, the enemy's machine gun positions will be handed over to your artillery company. Is there any problem?"
"no problem!"
Zhao Yuting spoke in a firm tone. This place was only about 1,500 meters away from the enemy's prisoner-of-war camp. He was fully confident that he could use the small cannon to accurately hit the target.
Yang Lin added: "By the way, be careful not to hurt the prisoners inside, they are all my soldiers!"
"yes!"
Zhao Yuting agreed again, and then asked: "Battalion Commander, when do we launch the attack?"
Zhao Yuting was already a little impatient . This was the first battle of the artillery company since its establishment, so he naturally wanted to perform well.
Yang Lin raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a wolf-like sinister smile: "Now is not the time."
"Let the brothers take a short break and stay hidden. Don't let the Japanese find you."
Yang Lin was waiting for a suitable opportunity. After a pause, he added, "Also, when the battle starts, we must fight quickly and decisively."
"According to reliable intelligence, the nearest Japanese reinforcements will arrive here in an hour at most, so we must end the battle and evacuate here within half an hour."
"yes!"
Ma Gan and Zhao Yuting nodded at the same time.
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Shuangnian Township Prisoner of War Camp.
Since the Yamamoto Special Forces arrived in Shanxi, this place has not only been a prisoner-of-war camp, but has also become a training base for the Yamamoto Special Forces.
At the training ground, more than 20 members of the 3rd Squad of Yamamoto's Special Forces were all standing in the middle of the field.
Leading the team was squad leader Fujiwara Ichiro.
After giving a brief speech to his team members, he turned to the Japanese captain and said, "Yagyu-kun, we are going to have a combat practice. Please release the Chinese prisoners of war held here."
This Japanese captain was named Hideyoshi Yagyu, and he was the garrison officer of the Shuangnian Township prisoner-of-war camp.
"Ha Yi!"
Yagyu Hideyoshi bowed respectfully and then asked, "Major, how many Chinese prisoners of war do you need to release?"
“How many are left now?”
"There are 113 more prisoners of war."
"Let them all out!"
"What?"
Yagyu Hideyoshi was somewhat surprised and said, "Major, these prisoners of war are all elite soldiers of the 27th Division of the Northwest Army of China. They are very strong in fighting, and are not even inferior to ordinary imperial troops."
"I repeat again, release all these Chinese prisoners of war!" Fujiwara Ichiro's face suddenly turned gloomy.
"Ha Yi!"
Hideyoshi Yagyu quickly realized that this special forces unit was not an ordinary imperial army.
He had seen the other party's fighting training with his own eyes a few days ago.
A total of more than 50 prisoners of war were released that time, and each prisoner was given a dagger, but the special agents fought with the prisoners with their bare hands.
However, the final result was that none of the more than 50 prisoners of war lasted more than 3 minutes and they were all killed, while the more than 20 members of Yamamoto's special forces team did not suffer any casualties.
This completely shattered Hideyoshi Yagyu's cognition. This special forces team seemed to be born for killing. They were not like human beings, but more like war machines!
Then, Yagyu Hideyoshi immediately ordered his deputy beside him: "Open the gate and release all those Chinese prisoners of war!"
"Ha Yi!"
The deputy bowed his head sharply and then walked towards the door of the holding room.
Soon, the door opened and prisoners of war wearing Kuomintang military uniforms walked out one by one.
Perhaps because they had been detained for too long, their faces and bodies looked extremely disheveled.
Among them, there was one person who stood out from the crowd.
There was no other reason, it was just that this man was too big. The prisoners next to him were all over 1.6 meters tall, but this man was at least 1.9 meters tall.
In this era, a height of 1.89 meters is definitely rarer than 2 meters in the 21st century.
You should know that the height of Japanese soldiers during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression generally did not exceed 1.6 meters, and many were even less than 1.5 meters.
There is a reason why we call them the Japs.
This man is 1.9 meters tall, a head taller than the others, standing out like a crane among chickens.
The most noticeable thing is that this man is bald, and you can vaguely see a few scars from the ordination on his head.
"Monk!"
"What do these Japs want to do?" asked a prisoner standing next to the monk in surprise.
The man had a full beard and his dirty military uniform made him look very disheveled, but his eyes were very sharp as he quietly scanned the surrounding situation.
"I don't know either, but what is certain is that it will not be a good thing!"
The monk shook his head. There were originally , but for so many consecutive days, people were constantly released and no one came back.
Given the brutal nature of the Japanese devils, the answer to where these people went is obvious.
