Bright Sword: Leading the Special Operations Squadron to Fight the Japs

Chapter 145 The Awakening of the Independent Group

At the shooting range of the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, Wang Ming personally went to the shooting range, with his left hand behind his back, veins bulging in his right hand, and he pulled up the Mauser rifle, aiming at a lump of earth placed on a wooden stake a hundred meters away.

Bang, bang, bang.

After ten crisp gunshots, the ten clods of earth turned into yellow smoke all over the sky.

A battalion commander selected a soldier nicknamed "Accurate Hit".

"Accurate Shooter" is not tall, but his marksmanship is one of the best in the battalion.

"You can shoot while lying prone!"

"Need not!"

"Accurate shot" loaded the bullet, stood in front of the target, took a deep breath, then raised the rifle and called out the names of the clods of earth one by one.

The battalion commander counted secretly in his heart, 1, 2,..., 9!

"Good shot, keep it up! If you beat the Independent Column, I'll treat you to dumplings later!"

"Good hit!" He chuckled, the dumpling seemed to be in his mouth. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he actually shot it away?

"Harmful!"

There were sighs from the soldiers of the first battalion.

Next came the bomb throwing and bayonet fighting, and as expected, the special forces won the game.

A deep sense of loss swept over "Fighting Accurately" and all the soldiers of the First Battalion of the Independent Regiment. They finally realized the difference between them and the Independent Column.

Wang Ming glanced at the dejected soldier jokingly.

"What's wrong? Didn't you scream so loudly just now? Why are you so silent now like a little girl?"

Killing people and breaking their hearts, Wang Ming paced back and forth in front of the group of soldiers, with his hands behind his back, and occasionally bent over, looking at the soldiers' blushing faces.

"Raise your f*cking heads! I'm asking you, do you want to win the battle?"

Silence, as always, silence.

"Haha, you don't even have the courage to answer? Independent Column, move the weapons and equipment to the car and go home! When you get back, report to Commander Li. The current independent regiment is a bunch of wimps!"

Just as the independent column was pretending to move their weapons, a deafening roar was heard.

The battalion commander's face flushed red, and his fists were clenched as tight as iron lumps.

"miss you!"

Then the roars of hundreds of people merged into a deafening murderous intent and fighting spirit.

"Think! Think! Think!"

Wang Ming turned his back and revealed a barely noticeable smile.

Wang Ming turned around silently.

"Okay! Since you want to, I'll teach you! But you are not allowed to complain about the hardship or tiredness!"

“Don’t complain about the hardship or tiredness!”

"Yes, this is a bit like an independent regiment! Now distribute the equipment! The squad leaders and deputy squad leaders should all change to MP40 submachine guns! The rest of the soldiers, put aside the Hanyang-made and old slides in your hands, and come and get the Mauser rifles!"

The soldiers soon basically unified their equipment. The entire battalion had only two types of rifles, the Type 38 rifle and the Mauser rifle, plus submachine guns.

The soldiers of the first battalion were jubilant after changing their uniforms, but they had not yet realized that this was the beginning of their nightmare.

The next three months were filled with day and night training, as well as endless assessments and actual combat.

With the support of the independent column, there is enough ammunition for shooting training, and those who pass the assessment will be rewarded with egg powder, instant noodles and compressed biscuits.

The combat effectiveness and morale of the independent regiment are gradually recovering to their heyday.

Li Yunlong was not idle either, as the half-month period was almost up.

It’s a murderous night with a dark moon and high wind!

Jia Guier took his own people from the detective team, bribed Boss Hu, and then lured all the investigators from the slaughterhouse into the city.

Monk Wei looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the morning, which was the time when people were most sleepy.

"Boss Hu, thank you for your help!"

"No, I take money from others and help them get rid of disasters. But after you occupy Pingshun County, please leave some food for me!"

Monk Wei did not say much. He left a platoon of soldiers to guard the slaughterhouse, and the other soldiers followed the established combat plan and surrounded the gendarmerie headquarters, the city gate tower and the police station.

With Jia Guier, who had been in the county for many years, leading the way, everything went smoothly.

The soldiers dressed in detective uniforms treated the unsuspecting Japanese soldiers and puppet police like pigs.

Without firing a shot, they occupied all the territories except the gendarmerie headquarters.

Carrying two bottles of white wine and a bag of pork heads, Jia Guier, along with four detectives, walked towards the machine gun position in front of the gendarmerie headquarters.

Holding the white wine and pork head high above his head, Jia Gui hunched over and approached with a smile.

"Thank you, Madam. You are still on guard so late. This is a small token of my appreciation!"

"Yoshi, Captain Jia has a great conscience, a friend of the Imperial Army! Let it go!"

Captain Jia put down the wine and pork head, and took the opportunity to rush in.

But then a bayonet was pressed against his chest.

"Captain Jia, what are you doing? This is the Military Police Headquarters, get out!"

"Friends of the Imperial Army, go in and take a look!"

After Jia Gui finished speaking, he gently pushed away the bayonet with his hand and tried to sneak in shamelessly.

Who knew that the sentry would not buy it and completely forgot the expression on his face when he accepted the wine and meat.

"Baga! Get out!"

After saying this, he drove Jia Gui out.

Jia Gui was out of ideas and could only evacuate first and then think of another solution.

Who knew that the ignorant sentry was eating pig's head and making loud jokes behind his back.

"The Chinese are nothing but dogs of the Imperial Army."

After saying that, he threw a piece of fatty pig head on the ground.

There is a way to heaven if you don't go, but there is no way to hell you break in!

Jia Gui's blood was boiling. He made a gesture to Monk Wei in the darkness, then turned back with four soldiers and picked up the pig's head on the ground.

"Hahaha, the Chinese are really dogs, they just pick up the meat on the ground and eat it!"

Jia Guier still walked up to the sentry with a smile, bowed her head, and reached into her arms with one hand.

"Taijun, let me show you something!"

The Japanese sentry thought that Jia Gui'er had something valuable in her arms, so he stared with wide eyes and tried to get into Jia Gui'er's arms.

"Yoshi, bring out the good stuff!"

Jia Guier took out a Type 92 pistol and pointed it at the Japanese.

"Taijun, this is a great gun! Do you want one?"

As soon as this beautiful pistol was taken out, all the Japanese sentries surrounded him except for two stupid machine gunners who stayed where they were and looked over here.

"Yoshi, bring it over and have a look!"

"Okay, let's take a look at the bullets first?"

Jia Guier's face darkened, and the flattery and fawning on her face disappeared completely, replaced by ruthlessness and determination.

He pulled the trigger gently, and the bullet entered the chin of the Japanese soldier who was chewing a pig's head, directly opening the top of his head.

The sudden gunshot frightened all the Japanese soldiers, and the four detective team soldiers also opened fire in succession.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

All the surrounding Japanese soldiers were knocked down, but the Japanese machine gunner also reacted and loaded the gun!

Jia Gui and his four companions had nowhere to hide and could only watch the black muzzles of the two Type 92 heavy machine guns of the Japanese.

"It's over. I, Jia Guier, have just turned over a new leaf and it's over..."