Chapter 73 Why Is the Colonel Laughing?

Faced with the long-planned attack of the independent regiment, even Yamamoto Ikki, who claimed to be the pioneer of special operations, was beaten a little flustered.

It was a pity that he was in a relatively backward position and could not die for a while.

The so-called elite team members were even worse. There was almost no natural cover in the open area where they were, and they could only dodge in panic when facing the bullets fired by light and heavy machine guns.

As the commander of the special forces, Yamamoto watched his carefully trained first combat team being ambushed by the Eighth Route Army.

More than a dozen people were killed in less than half a minute, which made him tear his eyes and almost lose his mind.

These enemies on the opposite side, whom he looked down on in the past, seemed to have known that they were coming to carry out the decapitation mission, and they also knew him and special operations very well.

They actually took advantage of their idea of ​​not wanting to be exposed in advance and deployed a meticulous guard force in the village to lure them to start from the cliff.

This group of enemies even knew what weapons they carried and built a defensive position in advance outside the range.

This trap-like arrangement is like a Venus flytrap with its mouth opened, waiting for these headless flies to drill in.

Thinking of what he had done before, Yamamoto Ikki wanted to slap himself in the face. Special operations, is intelligence the game?

The Eighth Route Army that ambushed them must have known all their intelligence.

Not only did they know when they would set out, but they also formulated a combat plan targeting Yamamoto Ikki.

Otherwise, with the ammunition storage of this group of beggars, how could they build their positions so far away.

But he didn't know how much effort the independent regiment had made to wipe them out. Opportunities always come to those who are prepared.

The angry Yamamoto Ikki now just wants to know who leaked the traces and intelligence of his group.

Even within the First Army, the existence of their Yamamoto Special Forces is a secret, and they are almost in a closed environment during daily training.

There are very few people who know their complete information, not to mention that this combat mission is a spur-of-the-moment one.

The old devil's mind flashed through the faces of several people, but he denied them one by one. Even Hirata Masaharu, who was at odds with him, was determined to succeed.

Yamamoto Ikki shook his head and quickly adjusted his emotions.

Now is the critical moment for the survival of the special forces team. These messy things should be considered after everyone is safe.

The one-sided crushing battle continued. Because of the short hand of the independent regiment leader, his team members had no way to organize an effective counterattack.

In addition to submachine guns and grenade launchers, they also had two soldiers carrying Type 97 sniper rifles.

Although the sniper could already fight back at this distance, the two devils were suppressed by the fierce firepower.

The leader of the first combat team, because he led by example, died on the spot during the first wave of enemy attacks.

At this time, Yamamoto no longer thought about Daxia Bay. From the moment they were exposed, the mission had no meaning.

After a short thought, the old devil made a new decision, which fully demonstrated his combat quality.

This situation seemed to be in a desperate situation, as if the special forces had reached the point where they needed to cut off their tails to survive.

Under normal circumstances, he should abandon the first combat team and part of the second combat team.

At the cost of these people's lives, cover the smooth retreat of the living forces.

Although he divided the special forces into three parts, the enemy's carefully prepared positions covered most of the team members, and now only the third group as the rear guard had a chance to escape.

Moreover, these agents were his loyal admirers. Even if they were asked to execute orders that would lead to certain death, these warriors would not frown.

But at this time, a weapon temporarily carried before departure could break the situation.

As an elite force trained with a lot of money, their Yamamoto special forces can choose any infantry equipment that the younger country can get, and the equipment they carry will be adjusted according to the battlefield they face.

In order to be able to retreat smoothly after completing the decapitation mission, they carried a certain amount of smoke bombs this time.

In this situation, smoke bombs are simply a magic weapon to save lives.

A new round of flares from the independent regiment has been launched. The yellow flares have risen to 76 meters in the air, and the intensity of 18,000 candles has illuminated the area where the special forces are located.

This time, not only light and heavy machine guns were firing, but the only two 60-gun mortars of the independent regiment also participated in the battle.

Although the Japanese soldiers were somewhat scattered because of avoiding bullets, Kong Jie still ordered not to be afraid of wasting shells.

Looking at the increasingly fierce battlefield, Yamamoto Ikki decisively ordered the launch of smoke bombs.

With the smoke bombs launched by grenade launchers and manpower, a large amount of smoke enveloped the scene, and the machine gunners of the independent regiment suddenly lost their targets.

Although shooting in the direction of the smoke can still cause certain casualties, it depends on which side has better luck.

Yamamoto Ikki looked at the local machine gun position that had lost its accuracy, and he nodded with satisfaction.

What needs to be done now is to select some soldiers to cover the rear to prevent the enemy from abandoning the position and chasing.

These subordinates are all his loyal followers, and they are brainwashed a lot at ordinary times. Even if they are asked to perform a mission that is bound to die, they will have no regrets.

Although doing so would sacrifice a large number of special agents, the price is not unacceptable.

As long as he is the soul of the team, the secret service will not collapse. After returning home, as long as he seriously reflects on his mistakes to Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka, the Yamamoto Special Agent Team will be able to rise from the ashes.

"The third combat group retreats to the cliff! The first and second groups are responsible for covering!"

Yamamoto's position was not far from the edge of the cliff, and he quickly returned to the original starting point with three well-organized groups.

Thinking that he was about to escape, he looked up to the sky and laughed a few times.

The leader of the third combat group beside him thought that his commander was going crazy because he could not bear the blow. He asked with concern:

"Why is Colonel laughing?"

Seeing the cautious look of his subordinates, Yamamoto Kazuki curled his lips with some disdain in a calm manner.

"I don't laugh at others, but I only laugh at the enemy's commander who is so clueless and incapable of success! In my opinion, their Eighth Route Army is incompetent after all!"

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom of the cliff, looked at the dark ground and pointed at Jiangshan Road:

"If I were to command this battle, I would definitely have a group of troops ambushed below the cliff, waiting to be done."

"Even if we can retreat, we will inevitably suffer heavy losses. If the enemy's firepower layout is the same as that in the defensive position, we will have almost no chance of survival."

"But there are no enemies down there. Do you know why I'm laughing now?"