Chapter 11 Surprise Attack on the War arsenal

The arsenal south of Liufeng Town is the largest arsenal of the Japanese army located in the northern foothills of Yanshan Mountain.

The arsenal is located in the wilderness five kilometers south of the town. It covers an area of two or three square kilometers. It is surrounded by tall courtyard walls. Each of the four corners is a sentry building, with Japanese soldiers guarding guarding and setting up searchlights. All the vegetation in the open space around the courtyard wall has been cleared, and there is no cover at all.

Moreover, the Japanese army also buried a lot of mines outside, turning this empty land into a dangerous place. If you accidentally enter, it is likely to be the result of nine deaths.

In the arsenal, there are more than a dozen warehouses. In addition to weapons, ammunition and equipment, a batch of newly requisitioned military food from various places and new military dry food from Japan have also been stored here.

The Yoshino Squadron of the Japanese Army is responsible for guarding the arsenal, with a total of more than 180 people. It is an elite unit of the Kanto * Army. The leader Yoshino Squadron Leader is an old commander who has participated in dozens of battles. He is experienced and thoughtful.

After dinner, Captain Yoshino walked out of his office and began to conduct daily routine inspections in the arsenal to see if there were any special circumstances.

Although the arsenal has been painstakingly operated by him for more than two years and has long been as impenetrable as an iron barrel, he still retains this habit and implements it meticulously every day.

With four Japanese soldiers all the way, Yoshino carefully checked each warehouse. Each Japanese soldier in charge of guard would talk a few words and ask them if they had found anything abnormal.

After turning around, more than an hour had passed. After Yoshino was sure that there was nothing abnormal, he turned around and walked to his office with satisfaction.

It was past midnight, and the arsenal fell into silence. Except for the Japanese soldiers standing guard, no other voices could be heard.

The night is like water, bringing coolness.

On a hill about a few miles away from the arsenal, Chen Feng appeared silently. He changed into a black leather coat, with an inch of short hair, a thin face, and the corners of his mouth were squeezed. He could rarely see his smile. A pair of slightly narrow eyes always flashed with a breathtaking cold light.

He took out an old knife cigarette from his pocket, and then snapped the fire. Chen Feng took a hard breath and looked up at the Japanese arsenal in the distance, silent.

A cigarette was almost smoked. He threw the cigarette butt under his feet, crushed it hard with leather boots, and then disappeared into the night like a ghost.

A moment later, his figure appeared on the edge of the open space separated from the outside world by the general's firehouse, carefully squatted down and looked down at the open space. A few minutes later, the corners of Chen Feng's mouth were slightly raised, revealing an inconspicuous curvature.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng's body shot out quickly and rushed into the open land. His movements were very light, as erratic as a gust of wind. He did not step on a mine in the devil's minefield. He smoothly passed through the open land and came to the wall.

In the process, the sentry on the devil's sentry upstairs glanced out several times, and the searchlight also passed through the open land several times, but it was cleverly avoided by Chen Feng and went under the wall without any danger.

After leaning against the wall, he calmed down first, and then touched the sentry building in a corner against the wall.

Upstairs, there are two devil soldiers on duty. One is operating a machine gun, and the other is mastering the searchlight. The two cooperate to guard the area outside the wall of the arsenal.

When he came to the bottom of the sentry building, he stopped, took a rope from behind his waist, and then threw it at the support pillar of the sentry building.

The sentry building is supported by wooden columns on the wall, so there are columns below, which gives Chen Feng a rare opportunity.

The rope in his hand circled quickly. Seeing that it was almost done, he threw it out as soon as he loosened his hand. The rope snake-like meandered forward, smoothly flew through the big gap in the mouth of the bowl and fell down from the other side.

He shook hard, proving that the rope was locked. Chen Feng grabbed the rope and climbed up, like a monkey, and reached the bottom of the sentry in the blink of an eye.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed a wooden board that turned out of the sentry building. Chen Feng loosened the rope, and then turned his arm hard and turned over to the sentry building.

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"Yi Meijun, have you joined the Kwantung Army for three years?"

On the sentry upstairs, the two devil soldiers were on duty while chatting in a low voice. Recently, the area around the arsenal was very quiet. Those anti-Japanese volunteers and bandits did not come to harass. It was rare for the devils to be so quiet once.

"Yes, I've been away from home for three years. I really miss the cherry blossoms under Mount Fuji, alas." The searchlight in the hands of the Japanese soldier, known as a mold, kept twisting, and the dazzling white light swept through the open space outside the wall and slowly moved into the distance.

There is a long scar on his left face, which is the scar left when he participated in the September 18 Incident to attack the Peking University Camp. For him, no medal can make him feel more glorious than this scar.

Yimold is from Tokyo. His home is at the foot of Mount Fuji. He has a gentle and kind wife and a lovely daughter. When he left Tokyo for an expedition to China, his daughter was only one year old. I'm afraid she can walk and run now.

He found that he was a little distracted. He shook his head and lowered his head to adjust the angle of the searchlight. As a result, he saw the head coming out of the railing of the sentry building at a glance.

"Who are you?" On the upper floor of the sentry post, the two of them almost subconsciously reached out to touch the gun after a moment of shock.

"Go to hell." Chen Feng snorted and wiped his hands around his waist. Two three-edged thorns suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand, followed by a rush forward. He slid between the two Japanese soldiers and came behind them.

The shouts of the two Japanese soldiers who had reached their throats were tightly strangled, and they saw them shooting out like a spring of blood in their throats, dyeing the machine guns and searchlights in front of them red, and then sliding down on the wooden floor.

Two three-edging army thorns penetrated from their throats, then penetrated from the back of their necks, and deeply penetrated into the log pillars behind them, hanging them on the pillars.

Walking forward, Chen Feng pulled out two three-edged military thorns into the wooden pillar, rubbed the blood stains on the bodies of the two people, and then took them back to his waist

It took Chen Feng f a long time to turn the machine gun and point it to the arsenal.

After all this was ready, he flashed three times with a searchlight to send the signal to the opposite woods.

Sure enough, with the signal, a figure appeared on the hill. These people were wearing very miscellaneous clothes. Some were wearing leather jackets, some were naked, some were wearing coarse cloth clothes, and some were even wearing the old Kwantung Army uniforms that had torn off the Japanese logo. Although the clothes were not neat, they were carrying guns in their hands and acted between actions. It's very agile, and it can be seen that they are all veterans.

There are about 100 people in these people, but they don't seem to belong to the same force, because they are naturally divided into several clusters and cooperate with each other while being on guard against each other. This is really strange.

"Go, go down the mountain."

After receiving the signal from Chen Feng, several leaders shouted in a low voice. A group of people suddenly ran down the hillside and ran towards the arsenal.

Chen Feng has left a mark in advance, so these people only need to follow the route he has walked, and they can successfully touch the minefield of the devils.

After these people climbed up the sentry building along the rope ladder thrown by Chen Feng, Chen Feng disappeared. After a moment, the searchlight on the adjacent western sentry building also flashed.

In this way, in less than ten minutes, Chen Feng killed all the devils on the four sentry posts, and on the way, he also cleaned up the Japanese soldiers standing on the wall.

The people who came behind him dispersed, leaving a few people guarding machine guns and searchlights on the sentry tower, and the rest were divided into more than a dozen teams, quietly touching the wall and going to the arsenal.

Before them, Chen Feng's figure flickered between the houses and directly touched Yoshino's squadron headquarters. Before several devil sentries on the way they passed couldn't figure out what was going on, they were knocked down by him and could no longer stand up.

At the mouth of the squadron department, two devils stood with guns in their arms, drooping their eyelids boredly, as if they were about to fall asleep. They did not find a shadow ghost appearing behind them.

Sneak--Two iron-blue rays of light came from behind, and the three-edging army thorns easily and freely pierced into the neck of the devil's sentry, and the other end came out of its wide mouth.

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"Baga, what's going on today?"

Yoshino lay in the squadron's ** and couldn't sleep. He had to turn over and sit up, grab his clothes and put them on his body.

Since he was assigned to guard the arsenal, Yoshino felt very depressed. He didn't like the feeling of doing nothing every day, the sound of gunfire and flesh and blood on the battlefield when he yearned for it.

Soldiers should die on the battlefield, instead of shrinking back as a turtle, which is Yoshino's persistent belief.

Even in name, guarding the arsenal cannot be regarded as a shrinking turtle, but this feeling is far less than the smoothness and pleasure on the battlefield.

"It seems that if you have time, you have to call Captain Noda and beg him to transfer me back and change someone else to guard him." Yoshino sat at the head of the bed and stared at a group photo on the opposite table.

In the group photo, there are three young people of similar age, all wearing the military uniforms of the Imperial Army Non-commissioned Officer School: the slightly tall one is Yoshino; the handsome one is Ichihiro Yano, who is now the counselor of the Imperial Japanese Embassy in Beiping; the shortest one is called Kizuka, who serves as a special high school deputy in the former secret service. Long.

At the beginning of the Imperial Army's non-commissioned officer school, three people were known as the "three masters of non-commissioned officers". They are all well-known top students, and now they also have a good future.

Yoshino always carries this group photo with him. The three of them are very close to each other. They often talk on the phone or communicate with each other. If they are not too far away, they will definitely get together often.

He walked to the table, grabbed the photo frame, and carefully wiped off the dust on it. Yoshino sat down at the table and planned to write to Captain Noda.

The attack on the patrol a few days ago made him feel a little uneasy, but he didn't think much about it. He thought that it might have been done by the nearby bandits, because the patrol was not only taken off the weapons and ammunition, but also the clothes were almost stripped, leaving only a piece of crotch cloth.

At this time, the figure outside the window shook, and it seemed that someone had passed by. Yoshino also happened to look up and inadvertently saw it. He casually shouted, "Is it Shinnosuke?"

At this time, only his personal servant Shinnosuke didn't sleep. He thought it was Shinnosuke who brought him supper, so he continued to be busy without raising his head and said, "Put down your things, and you can go back to rest."

There was no response, and there was no movement to put things down, which made Yoshino very strange. He put down his pen, looked up, and saw Chen Feng standing in front of the table at a glance.

Chen Feng put his hands in the pockets of the fur coat, and his face seemed to be smiling. A pair of narrow eyes stared at him for a moment, as if looking at the prey pressed under his claws.

Ji's ambition was shocked, but he asked Chen Feng quietly, "Who are you and how did you get in?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't move." Chen Feng said coldly, "Otherwise you will see your own brain."

Yoshino's face stiffened. His left hand under the table stopped halfway. There was a Nanbu-style pistol lying quietly in the open drawer, and the large and small head had been opened to shoot at any time.

Chen Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket, then grabbed the match on Yoshino's table, scratched the fire with a grin, lit the cigarette, and stuffed the match into his pocket.

He stepped to the table. His height of 1.89 meters allowed him to look down at Yoshino, who was only 1.63 meters tall, and his tone was joking, "Why don't anyone listen to my advice?"

Dou -, a saber shot out quickly and nailed Yoshino's left hand to the drawer. The blade was nailed from the back of his hand, penetrating the palm and nailed into the drawer. At this time, Yoshino had already touched the handle of the gun.

Ah, Captain Yoshino let out a scream. He tore his palm hard, hoping to take his hand off the saber, but failed. Instead, he pulled the drawer down.

With a click, the Nanbu-style pistol fell to the ground. Captain Yoshino couldn't pick it up, but jumped up and hit the window.

The opponent in front of him is so horrible that Yoshino knows that he will die if he stays again.

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