Yamamoto's mood is getting worse and worse, and this long-distance run seems to be going wrong everywhere. A very well-thought-out battle plan suffered setbacks at every turn in actual combat. Zhao Jiayu's first battle challenged his authority in the special team, although the team members didn't say anything, but their expressions showed a dissatisfied look, fighting is like this, no matter whether your tactical command is proper or not, as long as you win, you are a hero. Otherwise, you're not fucking bullshit, and you're the target of public criticism. If you think about it, there are only more than 70 people in a regimental headquarters and a guard platoon of the Eighth Route Army, and the equipment is not as good as the equipment of the Japanese army during the Russo-Japanese War at the beginning of this century. In the firefight, Yamamoto clearly felt that the firepower of the Eighth Route Army was sparse, it was still very lacking in training, and its tactical command was also very primitive. It stands to reason that such an army is vulnerable. The Imperial Army Special Forces had more than 80 well-trained special forces, well-equipped, and fierce, which was not an order of magnitude at all with the Eighth Route Army. But after the battle, Jing lost more than 20 team members, two of whom actually fell off the cliff by mistake while climbing. In particular, more than a dozen members of the former village entrance did not survive and all of them were killed.

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Kazuki trembled in distress, these special forces who were one in a hundred were the only money for him Yamamoto to gain a foothold in the army. Although the Eighth Route Army also lost more than 50 casualties, if Li Yunlong was not captured, this operation was meaningless.

As for Li Yunlong's new wife, that country woman, Yamamoto doesn't think it's worth much at all, considering his way of thinking as a Japanese man, a man with such a big name as Li Yunlong will not lack women, and it is too unrealistic for you to seize his woman and use it as a weight to make it conform to it, he may laugh it off and change to another woman the next day. In the wars of the East, it would be unwise to use women as weights. It took a lot of effort for Yamamoto Daisa to restrain himself from cutting down the country woman, since the secret service team was dispatched once, he always had to give an explanation to Tsuzuka-kun, and this woman should be handed over to Lieutenant General Tsukasa to deal with. As for the small village called Zhaojiayu, Yamamoto didn't even think about it, the people of the whole village were wiped out, and the village was burned clean with a fire, and they should pay the price for their actions.

Yamamoto was stunned by the sudden sound of fierce gunfire in front, the group of spearheads he sent and his team always kept a distance of two kilometers, and it must be that the spearheads were in trouble.

On the radio intercom, there was a call from the head of the spearhead Tatehara: Yamamoto-kun, we have been ambushed, it seems that it is the government army of China, we can still hold on, please reinforce, please reinforce. Zhu Ziming, the former security officer of the Eighth Route Army, who was accompanying the team, came over and said: Mr. Dazuo, that is the territory of Chu Yunfei of the 358th Regiment of the Jin Sui Army, and he has a reinforced regiment of more than 5,000 people, as well as an artillery battalion, let's take a detour, shall we? Yamamoto glanced at Zhu Ziming with squinted eyes, ignored him, he looked down on this traitor, how could a person who dared to betray even his own country expect him to be loyal to the imperial army.

The report, the Xiji stronghold called, they were shelled, all the cars were blown up, Tsuda Shaoza suggested that we move closer to the county seat of Ping'an. An officer reports.

Yamamoto looked ahead with a telescope and said to himself: Mr. Chu, I've heard of the name for a long time, wouldn't it be too rude if I didn't meet you for a while today? Zhu Ziming said with a pale face: Mr. Dazuo, you can't fight, with our dozens of people, can we strengthen the regiment with others? Yamamoto chuckled lightly, looking a little hideous: Mr. Zhu, I don't have such a big appetite to eat a regiment of him, but I am still interested in eating his headquarters, by the way, Mr. Zhu, are you sincere in cooperating with the imperial army? Zhu Ziming quickly calmed down: Mr. Dazuo, there is an old Chinese saying, "When the birds are exhausted, the good bow is hidden; when the cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys cook." Mr. Dazuo should not have crossed the river and demolished the bridge? Yamamoto, who is proficient in Han culture, certainly understood the meaning of Zhu Ziming's words, and this was a threat. As an intelligence officer lurking beside Li Yunlong, his value is affirmed by Commander Suzuka, you have no right to do anything to me, but you are wrong, your value has disappeared after the first battle of Zhaojiayu, how can Suzuka-kun still remember you as a little person? Yamamoto's face softened more and more, and he said kindly: "Where are you?" Mr. Zhu, don't get me wrong, I am very willing to believe in your loyalty to the imperial army, but you should at least confirm your loyalty, and you should not object to being assigned to the battle group now, right? Yamamoto's face changed, and he ordered coldly: "Shixiong-kun, Mr. Zhu has been assigned to your first combat team, he is not a guest, he is a member of the special team, and he has the right to fight like us. Zhu Ziming reluctantly took out the shell gun and opened the gun, and said with a thorn in his words: Mr. Dazuo is enough to give me face, I don't want to sell my life anymore, but I don't know how to lift it. Yamamoto ignored Zhu Ziming's sarcasm, his whole body muscles were tense at this time, like the last blow of a leopard pounced on its prey, the bloodthirsty desire, and the passion of battle made him almost cheerful, and a set of surprising and winning battle plans had been quickly formed in his mind.

I led the 1st Combat Group to attack this commanding height, and the headquarters of that army must have been located on it. The second combat team sneaked up on the machine-gun position, notified the spearhead group, stood by for reinforcements, and attracted the firepower of that army...... As soon as the battle started, Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong felt the same, and they felt that something was not quite right. The Japanese in this squad reacted too quickly, and Maxine's heavy machine gun swept towards the unsuspecting devils. The group of devils reacted almost synchronously, rolling behind the rocks in different postures, and in the rolling, they fought back again and again, and a few short shots killed two fire points, leaving only two devil corpses on the mountain road, but the first battalion lost seven or eight brothers. Chu Yunfei had been fighting the Japanese army since 1937, and in the past six years, he had been too familiar with the tactics of the Japanese infantry, and he had never seen such a powerful opponent. Chu Yunfei ordered the mortar to open fire and kill these dogs, I can't help you if you hide behind the rocks? Boom! The mortar shells blew up the two devils behind the rocks into the sky, Chu Yunfei smiled with satisfaction, well hit, a few more shots will be almost enough.

Boom!'boom!' Two more explosions, this time it was not the devil who flew into the sky, but the mortar that had just been fired. Chu Yunfei's cold sweat also came down, grandma's, the devil's grenadier was like having eyes. He became furious and shouted into the telephone: A battalion, light and heavy machine gun cover, infantry bayonets, damn, there are seven or eight devils left, Lao Tzu will trample you to death if you step on one battalion, remember, leave one alive, I want to ask the origin of this group of devils. The machine guns clattered wildly, and the brethren of the first battalion pounced on them with bayonets. The gunfire behind the rock was sparse, no bursts of fire could be heard, only a scattered burst of single shots, the soldiers fell, a battalion commander was killed, a bullet passed through his heart accurately, it was his major collar badge and officer's uniform that killed him. A terrifying agitation enveloped the attacking troops, the soldiers retreated like a tide, and the officer who supervised the battle brandished his pistol and shouted orders for the team to continue the attack, and before the words fell, a high-speed spinning projectile hit his head, and the huge impact caused him to fly two meters away on his back.

In the command post, Lieutenant Colonel Lin Zhiqiang, chief of staff of the regiment, wiped a cold sweat and said to Chu Yunfei: Tuanzao, this battle can't be fought, this is by no means an ordinary Japanese army, you see, these devils have rich experience in actual combat, and they dare to shoot a single shot to deal with attacks on the scale of the battalion, all of them are at the level of special shooters, and their psychological quality is extremely stable, they can make the limited ammunition play the maximum efficiency, it is too terrible, we can't do this kind of loss-making business. Chu Yunfei was using a telescope to observe the heavy machine gun position on the commanding heights opposite, several Maxine heavy machine guns and several Czech light machine guns were spewing out tongues of fire to form a crossfire and shoot condescendingly behind the rocks. Suddenly, the sound of machine guns on the opposite high ground stopped, replaced by the burst of submachine gun fire, and Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets and jacket-style combat uniforms appeared in the telescope, firing at the machine gunners with various skillful tactical movements. In the rain of bullets, the brothers' bodies twitched as if they had been electrocuted...... In the end, it is a professional soldier, Chu Yunfei's reaction is by no means slower than those special forces, he threw away the binoculars, turned around and picked up an American-made M3 submachine gun and shouted: The devil has climbed up from the cliff behind, the guard platoon, ready to fight. Chu Yunfei's alertness saved his life, the mountain of the command post was more than ten meters higher than the mountain on the opposite machine gun position, Yamamoto, who had always required accurate time, missed a move this time, and the two combat groups climbed at the same time, just because the height difference between the two mountains was more than ten meters, and this side was half a beat slower, if he met a commander with a dull brain, he might be able to make up for it, but he happened to catch up with Chu Yunfei, who was quick to react, and Yamamoto failed.