Chapter 69 Operation Devil's Scythe

The division headquarters of the 37th Division of the 29th Army was located in Miyun County.

It is far from the front-line battlefield of Xifengkou, and the flames of war have not yet burned here, so it is more stable than the front. At least you can see some vendors and pedestrians in the county, rather than the atmosphere of silence.

In a forest outside Miyun County, Liuchuan Junzheng squatted next to the map and carefully studied the action plan to rescue Major Yamahara. By his side, the Night Devil's Soul Action Team was fully armed and waited for Jun Liu Chuan's order.

This team of only 27 people are all the elites of the Night Devils. They are good at fighting under various terrains, and their destructive power is very terrible.

This time, in order to save Mr. Yamahara, Liu Chuanjun really made great efforts. He personally led the team to achieve success.

Looking at his watch, Liu Chuanjun looked up at Lin Wai and said to himself, "It's time. It's time."

Before the words fell, two transport trucks emerged at the corner of the mountain road in the distance. There was a small flag in the blue sky and white sun on the head of their cars. The two cars were full of soldiers, with about 30 people. The clothes should be ordinary soldiers. They seemed to be very leisurely with rifles on their backs, chatting from time to time.

The transport team just came back from the front line and delivered some supplies to the front line. After the victory mission, it returned to the division headquarters to recover.

Seeing that they were about to arrive in Miyun County, the soldiers were in a particularly comfortable mood and couldn't help fantasizing about hot water and fragrant dinner.

If you don't go to the front line, you can't feel the beauty of life in the rear. These soldiers return from the smoky battlefield and feel the happiness of peace more, so they also cherish every minute and second in the rear.

Transport convoys are the most frequently attacked targets. Whether they are devil bombers or infantry troops, they like to fight these weak but particularly important teams.

Severing off the logistics supplies of a unit is equivalent to holding the other party's throat, so it has always been a necessary means to break its logistics.

The soldiers of these transports may die under attack at any time, and their every departure may be the last time in their lives.

Therefore, although these soldiers did not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, they are also worthy of respect.

"I said, captain, we went back to the station this time. I'm going to take out the two silver dollars stored in the old grandson to marry widow Ma. It's been more than 30 years and we don't know what a woman feels like." The speaker is a veteran in his thirties, and the more than thirty in the army are older, because soldiers are generally under the age of 20.

Hearing what he said, the dry smoke between the transportation captain's fingers suddenly lit up, and then darkened. He muffled his head and took another breath, and then said angrily, "Ok, but your two pieces are not enough. I'll lend you two more."

"Captain, you are really a good person. If you are a woman, I must marry you." The veteran in his thirties was grateful and opened his arms and made a hug, which made the soldiers around him laugh.

The captain stared at his eyes and scolded, "You son of a perish, shall I make a fool of it?" After saying that, I'm going to kick it.

The veteran oilzi laughed and retreated. He knew that the captain was just joking with him and would not really kick him. He was about to open his mouth and continue to make fun of him. As a result, the captain's eyes suddenly opened, and then a red dot appeared in his eyebrows, and the next moment the hot ** splashed on his face.

The unique sweet smell of blood flowed on his lips. The veteran oil grabbed his rifle. I don't know why he had an impulse to cry in his heart. "Captain, your son of a bitch doesn't count. You haven't given me the silver dollar yet."

With a roar, a big tree in front of the truck was put down, which just blocked the way of the convoy, and another tree behind was also knocked down, stuck the two transport trucks on the wasteland.

The people in the transport team were also people who had rolled on the battlefield several times. Naturally, it was different from those rookies who had never seen blood, so they immediately reacted and jumped under the truck with a shout.

With the sound of the sniper gun, the big machine gunman carrying a Czech machine gun in the carriage fell off the truck and the bullet pierced his chest.

The people in the surrounding mountains and forests shook, and people kept shooting at the convoy, but when the people in the convoy wanted to fight back, they found that they could not find the target at all and could only stare and be beaten.

The soul of the night demon is shooting slowly. Every time you shoot, the soldiers of the transport team will fall down. The number of soldiers is getting smaller and smaller, and the strength of resistance is constantly weakened.

Finally, the gunfire of the devils stopped. After a moment, a team of agents of the Soul of the Night Devil came out of the forest and began to check the transport soldiers on the ground one by one.

As long as they find a transport soldier who is not dead, they will pierce his chest or eyebrows with a short blade, moving neatly and extremely coldly.

Liu Chuanjun came out of the forest. He shouted to the agents of the Soul of the Night Devil, "Change into their clothes, hurry up."

The agent members of the Soul of the Night Devil took off their agent uniforms, put on the military uniforms of the 29th Army, and turned into soldiers of the transport team.

Drag the bodies of the dead transport soldiers to the forest, dig a big pit and bury them, so that their identities will not be exposed for the time being.

After finishing these, Jun Liu Chuan gathered the soul of the night demon together. He said in awe, "Our action this time is called Operation Devil's Scythe."

"The reason why this name is that this time is not only the action to rescue Mr. Yamahara, but also an assassination of the senior commander of the 37th Division. We should give this team the heaviest blow like the devil's sickle, so that they can pay for the damage they have done."

The Soul of the Night Devil all shut up and listened. They admired Liu Chuanjun from the bottom of their hearts and were willing to obey his command.

Liu Chuanjun looked at his subordinates who had been disguised as soldiers of the 29th Army and told him earnestly, "Since we have made up as a Chinese soldier, from this moment on, we should forget our imperial soldier and enter Miyun County as a flawless Chinese soldier and enter the 37th Division. The division headquarters, assassinate their senior commanders.

"I understand, captain!" All the team members of the Soul of the Night Devil answered in unison, and they actually used pure Chinese.

Liu Chuanjun was very satisfied. He ordered to remove the trees in front of the transport truck. Then the team members of the Night Devil's Soul got on the truck, and the car started and went straight to Miyun County.

Cars bumped on the mountain road and went uphill from time to time. There were thick weeds on both sides of the road. Because of the war and abandoned farming, weeds bullied the road, leaving only enough space just enough for a truck to drive by.

The car passed another dirt hill and bumped violently. At the same time, a figure quietly fell from under the truck behind and rolled into the weeds by the roadside.

Because of the bumpy car, none of the team members of the Night Devil's Soul could find the shadow.

When the motorcade ran and couldn't see the shadow, the shadow stood up from the barren grass. It turned out to be the soldier in his thirties. He actually escaped the search of the Soul of the Night Devil and successfully survived.

Looking at the car that had gone away, the veteran's lips were bitten off. He spread his feet and ran towards a path in the weed.

From there, you can take a shortcut to Miyun County, which is almost half the distance than that of a car.

What veteran Youzi wants to do most now is to rush back and tell the division about the little devil pretending to be a transport team.

All the way to the post and ditch, the veteran oil was simply rolling and crawling through the paths. He couldn't walk through many places at all. His clothes were torn and torn by thorns, and his skin and flesh were also cut, dripping with blood.

"Hurry up, hurry up, you can't let the devils take the lead." Although it is unlikely that his two legs have run through the wheels of the devil's car, the veteran is still running wildly.

On the next hillside, he accidentally stepped on a stone. As a result, he slipped violently and fell to the ground. He happened to have a stump on his forehead and suddenly fainted.

The breeze blew, the veteran oil closed his eyes tightly, and the blood stains slowly came out of his forehead.

At the gate of Miyun County, several soldiers of the 29th Army were on guard with guns. Sandbag fortifications were set up here, and the horse was stopped. The inspection was very strict.

Although this is the rear, who can guarantee that there will be no battle.

The transport convoy galloped to the front. Liu Chuanjun jumped off the car and walked to him and handed the documents to the soldiers of the 29th Army at the gate.

The sentry took the certificate and checked it carefully, and then handed it back to Liu Chuanjun. He smiled and said, "Brother, thank you for your hard work. How's the front?"

"It's not hard. It's our duty." Liu Chuanjun spoke a standard Northeast dialect and couldn't hear that he was Japanese at all. "The front is not going well. The opponent's attack is very fierce, and many troops are a little overwhelmed."

The sentry heard it and sighed, "Yes, the little devils are not big, but it's quite difficult to deal with, but we are not afraid. We will beat them back to our hometown sooner or later."

Liu Chuanjun said a few words to him and then returned to the truck. The car started into Miyun County and went straight to the 37th Division.

Among the sentries at the gate, there was a truck staring at the distant truck, secretly muttering in his heart, "It's strange, why do I think that truck is familiar, like the car of the nine-headed dragons."

He is not mistaken. This truck is indeed a nine-headed dragon, that is, the veteran's transport truck, but because Liu Chuanjun and others have no flaws, and there are too many things at the gate, he didn't think much about it and left this matter behind.

In the curtain of the transport truck, Jun Liuchuan and a group of Soul of Night Demons are all there. They are in a circle and are discussing the next specific action plan.

Jun Liuchuan took a pencil and drew on the map and said, "The first team of the Daredevil is responsible for saving Mr. Yamahara with me; the second team of the night devil is responsible for raiding the division of the 37th Division and killing all the enemy's senior commanders."

Next, he arranged some details to pay attention to when taking action, and then ordered the two teams to act separately.

The fifteen agents of the Daredevil Second Team took advantage of the night and touched the division. They will start first here. While killing the senior commander of the division, they will attract the attention of the soldiers of the 29th Army to the division in order to save people here.

Ryu Chuan Jun rushed to the temporary prison where Major Yamahara was imprisoned with twelve Night Devil Soul members, ready to start saving people.

Outside the gate of the city, a wheelbicle creaked in front of the sentry, and the veteran oil nine-headed dragon sitting on it jumped down and limped towards the sentry.

After two steps, he turned around and said to the woman who pushed the wheelbicle and followed him, "Why are you following me? Go home and wait for me."

The woman snorted coldly, "Don't grind, let's go."

The nine-headed dragon seemed to be quite afraid of her and obediently walked to the gate.

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