"My lord, how do we get in?"

Hidden in an abandoned building, Tetsujiro Yamaoka asked Zhang Sixing a little anxiously.

For he had been observing with a telescope for a long time, and had remained as motionless as a sculpture.

In Tetsujiro Yamaoka's own opinion, this is a very difficult military camp to enter.

After all, this is a camp for prisoners of war, and because of the presence of prisoners of war, it is always well lit. Patrolling infantry lined up and often patrolled inside and outside the barracks.

In the area where military supplies are stacked, artillery shells, firearms, and food are stacked neatly in different categories, and there are often mobile sentinels patrolling back and forth between the supplies.

In Tetsujiro Yamaoka's opinion, it would be difficult to enter such a camp, and it would not be easy to blend in even if he wore the same military uniform.

Here is no more chaotic than ordinary field troops, as a logistics and POW base, it is managed in good order.

The people who appeared here were the drivers who carried the military arms except the guards, and there were no people from the outside army at all.

Zhang Sixing, who had been observing for a long time, took down the binoculars and pointed to the camp to explain to Tetsujiro Yamaoka,

"Look there, I guess it's the officer's office, and the Japanese soldier who escaped has stayed until now and hasn't come out. Secondly, we have five minutes left, and the next batch of munitions is about to arrive. ”

Hearing Zhang Sixing's words, Tetsujiro Yamaoka already understood that he already had a complete battle plan. He picked up his binoculars and took a closer look at the office.

At this time, Zhang Sixing took out his carbon strip again in his backpack, and then turned on the flashlight to arrange it for Tetsujiro Yamaoka.

"See the scale above, a scale is the distance of burning in five minutes, and the time is thirty minutes."

As he spoke, Zhang Sixing connected the timed charcoal strips end to end and demonstrated them to Tetsujiro Yamaoka.

"Go find the explosives, the detonators, and put them in those munitions."

"What about you, my lord?"

Looking at Tetsujiro Yamaoka, Zhang Sixing did not hide his actions at all,

"I, I'm going to break into a prisoner of war camp, I'm going to get them out."

Hearing Zhang Sixing's arrangement, Tetsujiro Yamaoka only felt that his scalp was fried, and his face turned pale and he thought:

Is the prisoner of war camp so easy to break into, is it there a crooked handle and a heavy machine gun?

"My lord, break into the prisoner of war camp...... You're going to drive a military train into a prisoner of war camp, so ...... That's too dangerous, sir. I, I'll go, I'll put your ...... sir."

"You"

Looking at Tetsujiro Yamaoka teasingly, Zhang Sixing chuckled,

"It's all Chinese there, and a Japanese jumps off the military train, guess what they will do to you."

After a while, Zhang Sixing took Yamaoka Tetsujiro to the road where the military train came.

Soon the engine sound of "woo-woo" sounded, and three cars drove along the straight avenue.

At this moment, the automobile soldiers who had almost completely occupied Shanghai City turned on their headlights with confidence and boldness, and as the car moved forward, the bright headlights illuminated the two officers on the road.

Their collar badges flashed with the lights of lieutenant and ensign, which made the auto soldier a little strange how two officers could appear on the side of the road in the middle of the night without a single soldier.

But no matter what he thought, the second lieutenant among the officers made a sign to stop them.

"Squeak"

The car stopped, the driver poked his head out of the window,

"Lieutenant, second lieutenant, we were ordered to deliver ammunition to the front, and the battle was to start at six o'clock in the morning......"

But before he could finish speaking, the lieutenant had already yelled at him with a stern tone,

"We've received word that someone has infiltrated and our men are scattered around searching. Let none of your men come to the front and assemble us, and we will examine the spies. ”

The Shina man infiltrated the Marines of the Imperial Japan, was that possible, unless he knew Japanese. And the officer in front of him ...... He was too tall, tall and almost not like a Japanese.

Seeing his doubtful face, Tetsujiro Yamaoka got angry from his heart, and he stepped on the car springboard,

"Yaga...... Baga ...... How dare you squint at the officer, I will inform the gendarmerie......"

As he roared angrily, his hand slapped at the autobot's face.

It only took a few slaps to fan the doubts out of the minds of the auto soldiers, and in the Japanese army, which was highly hierarchical, it was unthinkable to disobey the orders of the officers.

And entered the gendarmerie...... Hehe.

The helpless car soldier had no choice but to jump out of the car, bow to Zhang Sixing and Yamaoka Tetsujiro again and again, and apologize again and again.

Tetsujiro Yamaoka is very satisfied with Tetsujiro Yamaoka, who does not miss his compatriots at all, and is especially satisfied with the traditions of Japanese bushido culture.

"Okay, Yamaoka-kun, let him call the people in the car behind, let's check it quickly, and let it go as soon as possible if it's okay."

"Hi"

Tetsujiro Yamaoka answered, sternly ordered the driver,

"Hurry, hurry up and tell them to assemble in front of the vehicle, they are not allowed to carry weapons, we have to carefully identify them under the headlights."

The car soldier, who was slapped in the face, answered the sound and quickly ran to the two cars behind to inform him.

Soon after, the drivers of the three cars and seven soldiers escorting the cars stood in a row in front of the bright car lights.

Although they almost opened their eyes one by one with the lights blazing, none of them dared to ask any more questions

Tetsujiro Yamaoka went to the car behind to check as planned, of course, to check if there was anyone on the car who hadn't gotten down. Zhang Sixing, who was in charge of delaying the time, was in front of a group of Japanese soldiers, carefully watching their faces.

As a logistics soldier, young and immature, I guessed in my heart that maybe these guys had a Navy ship to wipe the deck a few days ago.

A moment there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Tetsujiro Yamaoka bent down to report,

"Sir, there are only arms in the car behind, and there is no one else."

Nodding slightly, one of the two walked to the end of the team and the other walked to the head of the team.

Even counting the three drivers, there are a total of ten people standing upright in front of the headlights, and it is really not easy to kill all these guys in front of them at once if they really do it.

After all, there are only two people in Zhang Sixing and Tetsujiro Yamaoka.

And at this moment, there was another sound of footsteps on the street.

Tetsujiro Yamaoka rolled his eyes, and said secretly in his heart:

It's over, and the adult's plan is going to be ruined.

The footsteps of "tom tom" were getting closer and closer, and Yamaoka Tetsujiro's heart became more and more nervous, and he was more and more unsure of his decision.

Because he saw that Zhang Sixing didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, and even his hand was still touching the handle of the command knife.

This made Tetsujiro Yamaoka have a very bad guess, so that his nervous hair stood on end:

"Do you want to kill these guys in front of the patrol team, but even if you kill them all, you can't escape in front of the patrol."

The military train was clearly the way to get into that base, and the office was of course the target. If you think it is nothing more than killing all the people in the office, no one will naturally leak the situation of the Sixing Warehouse at that time.

"Let's go, let's go."

As a front-line arsenal, it is quite important to replenish sufficient ammunition before the offensive. It has to be said that the Japanese Marine Corps is much more abundant than the Army.

The truck whined,