In the face of the long-planned attack of the Independent Regiment, Rao is Yamamoto Kazuki, the self-proclaimed pioneer of special operations, was also beaten a little scrambling.

It's a pity that he is in a relatively backward position, and he can't die for a while.

The so-called elite team members are even more unbearable, they are in the open area with almost no natural cover, and they can only dodge in a hurry in the face of bullets fired from light and heavy machine guns.

As the commander of the special forces, Yamamoto watched as his carefully cultivated First Operations Group was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army.

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

On the other side, the enemies he had despised in the past seemed to have known that they were coming on a decapitation mission, and they knew him and the special operations very well.

Taking advantage of their idea that they didn't want to be exposed in advance, they deployed a meticulous guard force in the village to lure them to set off from this side of the cliff.

The enemy even knew what weapons they were carrying, and had set up defensive positions ahead of range.

The net-like arrangement of the sky is like an open flytrap, waiting for these headless flies to burrow into.

Thinking of what he had done before, Kazuki Yamamoto wanted to slap his face hard. Special operations, playing intelligence?

The Eighth Route Army, which ambushed them on the other side, must have eaten up all their intelligence.

Not only did he know when he would set off, but he also made a battle plan against him, Kazuki Yamamoto.

Otherwise, with this group of ammunition called Hanako, how could it be possible to build a position so far away.

But he didn't know how much effort the Independent Regiment had put into annihilating them, and the opportunity was always for those who were prepared.

The angry Yamamoto Kazuki only wants to know who leaked the traces and information of his group.

Even within the First Army, the existence of their Yamamoto Special Forces was a secret, and they were almost in a closed environment during their training on weekdays.

There are very few people who know their complete information, not to mention that this combat mission is even more improvised.

The faces of several people flashed in the mind of this old devil, but they were denied by themselves one by one, and even Hirata Masa, who was not dealing with him, had the mentality that he had the best to succeed.

Kazuki Yamamoto shook his head and quickly adjusted his emotions.

Now is the time when the survival of the Secret Service is at stake, and these messes will be thought about until everyone is safe.

The one-sided crushing battle continued, because he was beaten by the independent regiment commander, and his team members were simply unable to organize an effective counterattack.

In addition to submachine guns and grenadiers, two soldiers carried Type 97 sniper rifles this time.

Although the snipers could have returned fire at this distance, the two devils were suppressed under the ferocious fire.

The leader of the first battle group, because he took the lead, was shattered on the spot at the first wave of enemy attacks.

At this time, Yamamoto no longer thought about the affairs of Daxia Bay, and from the moment they were exposed, the mission was meaningless.

After a short period of thought, this old devil made a new decision and vividly reflected his combat qualities.

The situation seemed to be in a desperate situation, as if the Secret Service had reached the point where they needed to cut off their tail to survive.

Normally, he should have abandoned the 1st combat group and part of the 2nd combat group.

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

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

Moreover, these agents are loyal admirers of themselves, and even if they are asked to carry out mortal orders, these samurai will not frown.

But at this time, a weapon that you carry temporarily before departure can break the game.

As an elite unit cultivated with a lot of money, their Yamamoto special forces can choose any infantry equipment that can be obtained by their brother countries, and the equipment they carry will be adjusted according to the battlefield they are facing.

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

In this situation, smoke bombs are simply a life-saving weapon.

A new round of flares from the Independent Regiment had been raised, the yellow flares had risen to seventy-six meters in the air, and the intensity of the candlelight of 18,000 had illuminated the area where the special forces were located.

This time it was not only light and heavy machine guns that fired at them, but also the only two sixty mortars of the Separate Regiment took part in the battle.

Although the devils were a little scattered because of the bullets, Kong Jie still ordered not to be afraid of wasting shells.

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

With the grenadiers and manpower fired smoke grenades, a large amount of smoke enveloped the scene, and the machine-gun shooters of the separate regiment suddenly lost their target.

Although shooting in the direction of the smoke can still cause some damage, it depends on which of the two sides has the better luck.

Kazuki Yamamoto looked at the machine gun position where he had lost his head, and he nodded with satisfaction.

What needs to be done now is to choose some soldiers behind the palace to prevent the enemy from abandoning his position and coming out in pursuit.

These subordinates are all loyal followers of themselves, and they usually brainwash them. Even if they are allowed to carry out a mortal mission, they will have no regrets.

Although this would cost a large number of operatives, it was not unacceptable.

As long as there is a soul figure like him, the secret service team will not collapse. After returning home, as long as he seriously reflects on his mistakes to Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka, the Yamamoto special team will definitely be reborn.

"The third battle group withdrew under the cliff! The first and second teams are responsible for covering! ”

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

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 could not accept the blow and was crazy, so he asked with concern:

"Why is Osa laughing?"

Looking at the cautious appearance of his subordinates, Yamamoto Kazuki pouted his lips calmly and with some disdain.

"I don't laugh at others, I only laugh at the enemy's commander for being resourceless and wise! In my opinion, their Eighth Route Army is incompetent after all! ”

He stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom of the cliff, looking at the dark ground and pointing to the country:

"If I were in command of this battle, I would have ambushed a group of men and horses at the bottom of the cliff to wait for work."

"So even if we can retreat, we will inevitably lose a lot. If the enemy's firepower is the same as in the defensive position, then we have little chance of survival. ”

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

(End of chapter)