The group of people entered the Japanese camp like ghosts.

Sticking against the wall, Li Yunlong observed the layout in the camp and was wary of the Japanese patrol team.

Sure enough, the next moment, a team of twelve patrols came out.

Even at nearly 1 a.m., they were very energetic and their eyes were patrolling around.

Fortunately, Li Yunlong and others were all close to the wall, without making any sound, and were not discovered by the Japanese.

Waiting for the patrol Japanese to leave, Li Yunlong led his team members to the corner of the wall and touched the side of the barracks and dormitories, and the sound of snoring came.

He poked the dagger in his hand lightly, and he didn't have much effort to pry the window open and then flipped in.

In an instant, the strong smell of sweat and the smell of feet came, which was so spicy that it was a nose.

But Li Yunlong just moved his strength in his body, from external breathing to internal breathing, and he didn't hear anything.

What caught his eye was two rows of large bunk beds.

There were about ten Japanese slept in each row, and they looked like dead pigs.

Li Yunlong gently came to the first Japanese devil on his left hand.

He raised his left hand and placed it on the Japanese's face, and the dagger in his right hand was placed on the Japanese's throat.

The next moment, he moved.

He covered the Japanese's mouth and nose with his left hand to prevent him from screaming. The dagger cut the Japanese's throat almost at the same time.

The Japanese opened their eyes and looked at Li Yunlong with fear.

He wanted to scream, but unfortunately he was covered with his mouth and nose.

He wanted to struggle, but his throat was cut and his physical strength was quickly lost.

He could only watch Li Yunlong so much, feeling the loss of life, and waiting for the arrival of death.

Three seconds later, the Japanese finally stopped moving.

Li Yunlong let go of his hand and came to the second Japanese with a dagger.

The scene just now reappears, and he is solved in the same way.

And, the speed is getting faster and faster.

The first Japanese devil takes 4-5 seconds, and the latter becomes 3 seconds.

A strong smell of blood came, but it was covered by the smell.

In less than 3 minutes, about 20 Japanese devils in a barracks were dealt with by Li Yunlong.

Clean and neat, without any mistakes.

After dealing with the Japanese in this barracks, Li Yunlong quickly flashed away.

Continue with the next barracks.

Not only him, but even the special forces members completed the mission perfectly.

They seemed to transform into the god of death in the dark night, ruthlessly reaping one life after another of the Japanese.

Barracks and barracks were harvested.

However, the good times did not last long.

"Who is it?もなたは?やってくる, enemy!"

A guy woke up by urine. The special forces team responsible for harvesting the barracks had no time to do it, and the awakened Japanese screamed.

Although the special forces members quickly sent the Japanese back to the west, it was too late.

"I'm afraid of the eyes, the enemy!"

"People, get up!"

In an instant, the alive Japanese were awakened and screamed one by one.

Bang!

Hearing the movement, Li Yunlong stopped holding back. The dagger seemed to have become a phantom. After solving all the Japanese in the barracks, he rushed out.

"Xiao Li, what's going on?"

Looking for the voice, he came to the barracks where the accident happened. Li Yunlong asked the special forces member.

"A guy woke up accidentally. I didn't notice and was screamed by him!"

Xiao Li lowered his head, feeling embarrassed on his face.

"First solve the Japanese, let's talk about other things!"

Glazed at Xiao Li, Li Yunlong took action to kill the Japanese in the barracks.

The sound alarmed the entire camp.

"Heart match?"

“なぜ小さなチームが动かなかったのですか?”

"Die だ, すべてぬ!"

“悪魔,悪魔,人々のチームが死んでいて,2番目のチームは私たちのうちの1つだけを持っています!”

There are 180 people in a squadron, divided into three squadrons, and there is also a squadron headquarters. The special forces members have killed less than one squad of people.

The remaining Japanese were almost collapsed.

There was no way to see where the enemy was, and the entire camp seemed to be in a dead silence.

"Bang bang!"

Outside the camp, the special forces members who occupied the commanding heights began to act. The guns in their hands shot out bullets after bullets, harvesting the lives of the remaining Japanese.

“8つの Road, それはぶべき8つの Road!”

Finally, someone woke up and shouted, but the next moment, Zhang Daqiang, who occupied the high ground, was killed with a CS/LR35 7.62mm sniper rifle.

Not only that, even the Japanese officer, the captain of the Shangwei Squadron, was pierced through the head by bullets.

It took less than twenty minutes from launching the attack to the end of the battle.

"Everyone gathered together, found the war horse, and then hung everything in the arsenal on the horse's back. Take away all the things that can be taken, and all the things that cannot be taken away will be burned!"

After the battle, Li Yunlong immediately climbed up and called out, recruited the team members and collected the spoils.

One by one, one figure after another surrounded from all directions and counted the number of people.

Li Yunlong discovered that not only did he wipe out more than 180 Japanese soldiers in a squadron, but the special forces members also suffered no casualties.

"yes!"

The team members responded and then dispersed.

Soon, they found stables, arsenals, and food warehouses.

Rifles, boxes of bullets were moved out, bags of white flour were moved out, and placed in the yard.

In addition to the Type 38 rifle, there are two crooked handles, several grenade launchers, and two cannon shells.

Next is the food. Li Yunlong roughly estimated that it would be enough for everyone in the independent group to eat for ten days and half a month.

"How about it, have you learned the battle today?"

Looking at the team members who were carrying boxes of supplies onto the horse's back, Li Yunlong smoked cigarettes beautifully, which was touched from a Japanese officer.

"Captain, we have learned it, so don't worry!"

The special forces members were all very happy.

It was so easy to get the equipment of a cavalry squadron and a large amount of food, which was something I never dared to think about in the past.

However, they completed it easily today.

You know, the Eighth Route Army is living a hard life now. Not only is it short of food and clothing, but it is even incomplete in weapons.

Now, they seem to see a different path.

Kill the Japanese, grab equipment, and grab food.

Fight to support the war!

Soon, everything I could take away was packed and ready to go back.

At this time, Zhang Daqiang came over with his CS/LR35 type 7.62mm sniper rifle holding in both hands and presented it to Li Yunlong.

"Captain, this gun is really amazing!"

He exclaimed.

"Okay, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, go back."

Li Yunlong glared at him, then waved his hand and left the Japanese camp with his team members.

Before leaving, of course I didn't forget to set a fire.

As the fires soared into the sky, the special forces team members embarked on the road back to Yangcun.

The battle of Wanjia Town changed the way our army fought against the Japanese during the War of Resistance, and also made our army famous.

The news came out and the world was in an uproar.
Chapter completed!