This night was a nightmare for the soldiers of the Sakata United.

Under the dark night, explosions came from all over the station from time to time, military supplies were lit and fired, and soldiers from Kansai shouted words to the emperor in the middle of the night.

The artillery troops were lost after losing the corps captains and the squadrons of the brigade did not dare to search around late at night to cause chaos. They could only hide in their respective camps like turtles, waiting for dawn.

If you say you can find the target, there is nothing to say, just a cannon machine gun, just erect the bayonet.

But the problem is that there is no one to be found.

All that can be found are corpses everywhere, plus various destroyed military supplies.

Many Buddhists have private rumors that they have encountered ghosts.

This statement is widely circulated among the Sakata United team.

"It's not a ghost." Yamamoto Ichiki, who came to check this matter, said after checking the Japanese soldiers killed by Wang Xiao, "He is a top expert."

After dawn, the Sakata United no longer had the intention of revengeing the nearby people. They hurriedly took the injured and the dead and supplies, and ran all the way back to Taiyuan City, where the First Army headquarters was located.

A colonel captain died and suffered heavy losses. Naturally, it attracted many attention.

It's like Yamamoto Ichiki, who is determined to promote special operations, is one of them.

After checking the sentry whose neck was broken by Wang Xiao, he concluded that it was definitely not a ghost, but a powerful martial arts master.

Lieutenant General Shinozuka Yoshimo, commander of the First Army, asked "How to determine?"

Faced with the inquiry from his immediate boss, Yamamoto Kazuki explained seriously, "Your Excellency Commander, although you can indeed break your neck from a certain angle and skill. However, this requires special training and great strength."

Then he pointed to the neck of the soldier lying on the iron rack. "Commander, please see, the angle of the soldier being killed is not the best position, and he has no skills to exert force. Simply put, with great strength, he easily and casually put his neck.

Twist off.”

"So that's it." Yoshio Shinozuka is not a waste either. As a graduate of the Mainland Sword Group, it is impossible to graduate without real kung fu.

It means that the attacker was like a joke, and he casually broke the short and strong soldier in front of him, who was short and thick and had a very thick neck.

It is indeed a great strength, and this strength that does not care about skills is indeed very exaggerated.

"There are such masters in the Eighth Route Army. There are indeed hidden dragons and creeping tigers in China." Yoshio Shinozuka's tone was full of melancholy.

Yamamoto Ichiki opened his mouth, thinking that this person was definitely not the Eighth Route Army, because such a single-soldier raid was definitely not allowed by a regular army with strict military discipline.

However, when the words came, they became "The Commander, it's impolite to come but not come. The subordinate asked to lead the team to raid the Eighth Route Army headquarters to avenge the captain of the Sakata United."

The Japanese were not very interested in special operations, so Yamamoto Ichiki, a top student at the Munich Special Military Academy, had a very awkward position among the Japanese.

His classmates at the University of Lu are either already the front-line corps leader or have a good position in the General Staff Headquarters. Some people even climbed to the position of general.

Only he, the top student who was selected to go to the country, was not valued either by or under.

Therefore, he never missed any opportunity to enhance the influence of special operations.

Yoshio Shinozuka looked at him and said for a moment, "Go and make me a report of attack."

"Yes, Your Excellency General."

The master who is missed by Yamamoto Ichiki is Wang Xiao.

He was not far from Yamamoto Ichiki at this time, because he also followed the Sakata United into Taiyuan City.

Wang Xiao knew very well that no matter how strong his strength was, he could not kill even if he was sloppy.

Therefore, we have to help strengthen the strength of the Eighth Route Army. Only those who are truly professional in fighting the Japanese.

If you want to provide help to the Eighth Route Army, such as training plans, tactical training, etc., someone is doing better than Wang Xiao, so he doesn't need to provide it at all.

What people really need is supplies that are scarce because of being blocked.

It’s okay to say about grain cloths, but there is output in the base area.

But weapons, ammunition and medical drugs are really out of stock.

Wang Xiao's mobile phone contains a lot of information about advanced weapons and equipment, but these things must have a certain industrial foundation before they can be barely produced.

It is like a famous iron fist, its essence is nothing more than a pre-installed recoil-free cannon.

The material is made of low-grade steel, and the charge ingredients are mixed with TNT and Black Sorkin. Even the propulsion medicine is made of black gunpowder.

For industrial countries, this has no technical content.

But for the Eighth Route Army, this thing cannot be made even if we know the technology, because it lacks relevant necessary production equipment.

Wang Xiao came here in Taiyuan to check the location of the nearest finished processing machinery nearby.

There is a well-known Taiyuan Arsenal here, with complete internal equipment. It can produce super-large industries from bullets to grenades, smokeless gunpowder to explosives, and guns to artillery.

Unfortunately, after the Japanese came, like a rich second-generation lost his foundation, they were also thrown to the Japanese.

It is precisely because of the huge benefits that the Japanese not only strengthened their strength, but also increased their greed to continue to absorb more benefits.

Wang Xiao approached close to reconnaissance and even sneaked into the heavily guarded arsenal several times.

The conclusion was that the Japanese were gradually dismantling the mechanical equipment and then sending it to the local area.

"Made, bandits! These are all things from Chinese people!"

Wang Xiao, who was furious in his heart, secretly killed a lieutenant who was considered tall among the Japanese. After changing into his military uniform, he walked towards the officer's restroom with a swagger.

This military uniform is still very tight, but at least it can be considered as being worn.

I came to the door of the restroom, handed my ID to the guard for inspection, and then walked in smoothly.

This was previously a house of a wealthy family in Taiyuan City, but was later forcibly expropriated by the Japanese and converted into an officer's restroom.

It contains sake and food shipped from the local area, and even special skills for performing.

It was evening now, and Wang Xiao had been wandering around here, and there were about thirty officers eating, drinking and having fun. With their guards and so on, there were about a hundred people.

Pushing open a wooden door, Wang Xiao walked in.

There were five or six lieutenants in the room, looking at him in confusion.

Wang Xiao pulled the wooden door with his back hand and smiled, "I'm disturbed, I'm Kato Eagle from the Communications Department of the Headquarters."

"Hi, what's the matter?"

Wang Xiao's hands drooped, and a few bullets fell into his hands. His smile became more friendly. "Nothing big is to ask you to die."

He threw the bullets out with hidden weapons and easily killed these people.

Wang Xiao went up and searched, but found nothing useful. He spat in dissatisfaction and stood up and went to the next room.

Same routine, same technique.

Before we knew it, most of the Japanese officers who came to relax were dealt with by Wang Xiao.

In the end, Wang Xiao walked outside the room with the largest area and the largest number of Japanese devils.

Standing at the door, you can hear the sound of musical instruments coming from inside and the strange Japanese songs.

Wang Xiao walked to the guards outside the door and whispered, "I'm looking for Captain Nobi Nobita from the Logistics Department."

"ah?"

Both guards were a little stunned. Is there anyone named Nobi Nobita in the Logistics Department?

While they were still thinking about who Nobita Nobita was, Wang Xiao had already raised his hand and grabbed their necks.

‘Dongdong!’

The knock on the door made the music inside stop instantly.

After a while, a dissatisfied humming came from inside, "Come in."

After opening the wooden door, Wang Xiao stood at the door.

There were more than a dozen officers in the room, as well as musicians playing music, and their faces were covered with pink and white as ghosts.

Sitting on the top was a colonel with a military uniform exposed with a white shirt. He looked at the tall Wang Xiao in confusion, "Who are you?"

"Communication Division of the headquarters, Lieutenant Kato Hawk."

"Nonsense." The colonel who obviously drank a lot of people shook his head directly, "I am the head of the communications department, why haven't I seen you before?"

Wang Xiao suddenly realized, then smiled, "Sorry, I was wrong. I am a courier from Dongfeng Express Company. I am here to deliver express delivery to you. Please get on the way."

"Express? What?"

"It's this thing."

Wang Xiao stretched his hands behind him forward, revealing two Type 97 grenades.

In front of everyone, he easily pulled out the safety pin with a hemp rope, then pressed the stick-shaped fuse of two grenades on his thumb, and after completing the impact of the hard object, he remained in the middle of the room neatly.

Before, when Wang Xiao attacked the Sakata United at night, the grenade seized and used was a Type 91 grenade. It is very similar to the Type 97 used at this time, but it does not require the safety to be pulled open and hit the hard object.

And this Type 97 grenade is the famous melon grenade.

It is the melon grenade that hits the helmet and throws it out after pulling the insurance pin.

The people in the room never thought that they would encounter such a thing in such a place.

Most soldiers still have professional instincts, and even if they drink too much, they subconsciously choose to avoid it.

But those who came from Japan didn't understand anything at all.

In a daze, I saw two balls of light flashing in front of my eyes.

You cannot carry weapons when you enter the officer's restroom, so Wang Xiao only hid two melons and a batch of bullets.

For him, that's enough.

After the explosion, Wang Xiao, who had previously disappeared, appeared at the door again.

Looking at the miserable arts and musicians, Wang Xiao's heart was not fluctuating.

When you come here in the years of war, you will be the enemy.

What the Japanese have done to our people is so difficult to write.

Wang Xiao stepped towards the Japanese officers who were moaning and begging for help, with bullets in his hands.
Chapter completed!