More than 100 commandos from the special service battalion rushed to the Pingtang prisoner of war camp in the early hours of the morning by helicopter.

At this time, the rain had stopped, and some mist gradually rose in the sky, which had a certain impact on the flight of the helicopter, but the impact was not great, and the helicopter formation still arrived here at the scheduled time.

"Guys, it's time for us to go down!" Zhu Jingxing waved his hand, and Huang Zheng, who was driving the helicopter, smiled at him, and then the door of the helicopter opened, and a thick cable was thrown down, and the team members slid down the cable in turn.

In order to avoid the roaring helicopter sound from attracting the attention of the Japanese army, Zhu Jingxing landed in advance with the first assault team, and the helicopter was on standby in the air not far away, waiting until their first wave of attack was successful to send a signal, and then launch all the attacks at that time.

Hammer, Clark and Ivanovic also slid down with them, and although it was the first time they had been downhill from a helicopter, it wasn't too difficult for them because of some previous training.

There were less than twenty people in this wave, and Zhu Jingxing seemed to have forgotten Hammer's identity as observers, and when assigning tasks, he also included them, and the three of them were regarded as assaulters.

Zhu Jingxing used the guide to point out the direction, and after determining the direction of progress, he led the assault team to run in that direction.

The crowd formed a marching formation with two arrows, and looked around from time to time as they moved their steps. The cold wind blew in gusts and cut through the face like a knife. The special operators were used to this, but Clark, a staff officer who was now just sitting in the office, couldn't stand it.

He wanted to quit, but there was no way to quit at this time, so he had to follow the team forward.

After marching for less than half an hour, they arrived near the Pingtang prisoner of war camp. Zhu Jingxing motioned for everyone to be quiet, and after he gestured, the two snipers* with optical scopes occupied the commanding heights, and the other team members were ready for a surprise attack.

Bang! Bang! Bang! After a few crisp gunshots, a patrolling Japanese soldier and a searchlight soldier fell from the tall building in response, and suddenly the sirens in the prisoner of war camp sounded.

Burst! At this time, Hu Liqun, the commander of the assault company, aimed at a special high point of the opponent with the bow and crossbow in his hand, fired a rope throwing gun, and after confirming that it was firm, he took the lead in sliding over with the gun in one hand.

"Action!" Zhu Jingxing gave a low order, and the team members began to move according to the formation prepared in advance, one team attacked the door and killed the sentries at the door, and the other team had already slipped into the prisoner of war camp through the cable.

The assault operation went smoothly, and after the team was launched, Zhu Jingxing ordered to expand the results of the battle, and this time the target was directly aimed at the command building of the Japanese army.

However, the original surprise attack is obviously no longer possible, and the current situation is only to take a strong attack. Although the Japanese army had more troops in the prisoner of war camp than the commandos, the quality and equipment of the individual soldiers were much worse, which offset the numerical gap between the two sides.

Zhu Jingxing followed the light machine gun to cover the fire, and the assaulters behind lined up in a row and held * forward in turn, and the people behind immediately made up for it when the magazine in front was changed, so as to ensure continuous suppressive firepower.

The offense seemed to work quickly, and this preemptive strike worked well.

However, during the next attack, several people saw that groups of Japanese soldiers were not carrying guns to counterattack, but running back and forth with gasoline barrels one by one.

"What the hell are these Japanese going to do?" Colonel Hammer couldn't help but wonder.

Zhu Jingxing raised the binoculars and looked at it, and shouted, "They are going to burn the prisoners of war!" ”

Lieutenant Colonel Clark said angrily: "God, these Japanese are simply devils! ”

However, Ivanovich broke through the mystery in one sentence, and he said lightly: "By doing this, the Japanese army can not only slow down the speed of our attack and burn down the prisoner of war camp, but also direct the focus of our attack to their side." In other words, if we do not choose to take care of the safety of the prisoners of war, the operation is meaningless; And if we choose to rescue these prisoners of war, then they will lead us by the nose in the direction of our attack. What a dilemma! ”

As soon as Ivanovic's words fell, Zhu Jingxing had already made a decision, he waved his hand, and called Hu Liqun of the second team and said: "Kill those devils!" ”

After Hu Liqun received the order, he waved his hand and ran towards the shed where the prisoners of war were held with a small team of soldiers.

There were quite a few commandos on the ground rushing over. They're going pretty well. However, the group of Japanese soldiers rushed towards the shed as if they were crazy, some of them carrying gasoline cans in their hands, some of them shooting with guns, and babbling and shouting of killing.

"Since they like to bake fire, let them bake enough!" Hu Liqun called out to a soldier with * in the team.

Under the cover of their firepower, the pyro pointed his musket at the group of Japanese carrying gasoline, and with a bang, a fiery dragon burst out. Several Japanese soldiers carrying gasoline drums were immediately covered by the raging fire, and then a heart-rending shout was heard.

By this time, the prisoners of war in the shed had been awakened, and when they saw the scene outside, they were surprised at first, followed by a burst of cheers.

The prisoners of war did what they said, and after killing several Japanese soldiers who were guarding them, they gathered.

"Brothers, someone has come to our rescue!" Chen Zihe, who was in the shed, saw the scene outside and shouted excitedly.

The other POWs were also alarmed by this shout, and everyone jumped up and down, what they had been waiting for for years was coming true!

The voices of everyone exclaiming kept coming, but Chen Zihe calmly realized that now was not the time to cheer.

"We can't just wait, brothers! Kill it with me! Counsel the brethren outside! Chen Zihe is usually quite prestigious here, but this time he raised his arms and shouted, and naturally there were many responders.

Chen Zihe still kept a cool head, he divided the prisoners of war into different teams, and after everyone rushed out, they obeyed the command and instigated the other prisoners of war in the shed to riot together!

Time was of the essence, and Chen Zihe was not allowed to arrange it carefully, and as soon as he finished the general order, the prisoners of war broke open the door of the shed and rushed out.

At this time, the Japanese machine guns swept and the prisoners of war who rushed to the front fell one by one, but the prisoners of war in the back still rushed out one after another.

The other sheds also rioted! The prisoners of war killed the Japanese guards and rushed unarmed towards the Japanese machine-gun nest with dense firepower.

There are shouts of killing everywhere! Gunshots everywhere! The entire prisoner of war camp has been in chaos, and the director of the prisoner of war camp, Hideo Ita, hurriedly shook the telephone and prepared to ask for help, but after changing several telephones, he found that there was no sound.

Apparently, the telephone line has been cut.

"Quick! Send a communications soldier to report the situation here to Shanghai! After Hideo Ita finished speaking, he grabbed a handful of * in front of the table, and said with a torch in his eyes: "Samurai! Whether it is a prisoner of war or a soldier, kill all the people of China! ”

Although the Japanese soldiers were attacked, they were not defeated. Their command system was still there, a Type 92 heavy machine gun had been brought out, tongues of fire were spitting from the machine gun nest, and the infantry were screaming and half-kneeling on the ground to shoot accurately.

Zhu Jingxing knew that he couldn't attack hard anymore at this time, so he ordered to launch a signal flare.

With a muffled bang, a red signal flare rose into the air, and in the distance, the hovering helicopter unit spotted the flare and immediately began to move and pounced on this side.

The helicopters moved very quickly, because they were not far from their position. The rumbling helicopter on-board machine guns continued to strafe, cooperating with the ground assault team to knock out the Japanese fire points one by one.

There were not many Japanese heavy weapons in the prisoner of war camp, and after some heavy machine gun points were knocked out by snipers in the early stage, only rifles in the hands of the infantry were left to fight back, which was like an egg hitting a stone compared to the helicopters and commandos armed to the teeth.

Not surprisingly, the organized resistance of the Japanese army was soon broken up by the devastating offensive of the commandos. Soon, they arrived in the central area of the prisoner of war camp.

Huang Zheng saw that a group of prisoners of war were swept by the Japanese machine guns, and immediately shook his tail and turned sideways at the Japanese soldiers.

The Gatling heavy machine gun on board poured a large number of bullets towards the stronghold of the Japanese soldiers, and under the suppression of powerful firepower, the tenacious fighting consciousness of the Japanese army has become fragile, and the dense machine gun bullets quickly penetrated the sandbag fortifications, and the Japanese soldiers were powerless to fight back.

After the helicopter hovered, the members of the assault team descended in turn, and the attack of the teams was launched.

In the face of a powerful offensive, Hideo Ita knew that there was no hope of victory, and he committed suicide swinging a knife in his office, ending his life of sin.

After clearing the battlefield of the remaining enemy, the helicopter landed, the door of the transport helicopter opened wide, and the prisoners of war lined up and ran towards the helicopter.

The POWs cheered loudly at the sight of these familiar faces, but more often than not, with expressionless indifference, perhaps because they had been in the camp for too long.

"Zhu Jingxing, hurry up and organize the withdrawal of troops, the reinforcements of the Japanese army should arrive soon." Huang Zheng said to Zhu Jingxing.

Zhu Jingxing nodded, and at this time, Chen Zihe came over and said, "Sir, we still have dozens of brothers who were captured by the Japanese today, and I want to take you to find them." ”

Huang Zheng and Zhu Jingxing glanced at each other, and Zhu Jingxing said: "That's good, but we have limited time, you can lead the way." ”