C5 A Sneak Attack Succeeded

"Sir, may I ask how you know the secrets of these Japanese troops?" Zhu Jin felt that Hua Bicheng's answer was still unable to answer the questions in his mind, especially his fluent Japanese, which made him feel very strange.

"My family's old man studied in the Kingdom of Japan in his early days and knew a few friends from the Japanese Army Academy! Therefore, Hua Bicheng's answer temporarily dispelled the doubt in Zhu Jin's heart.

Zhu Jin looked at the Japanese ammunition depot again and asked Hua Bicheng: "Sir, what should we do? You better hurry up and make a decision! We can't just wait until morning, right? "

Hua Bicheng ignored Zhu Jinyi and continued to observe the Japanese soldiers patrolling around the ammunition depot.

Zhu Jin was worried, but he could only stare at Hua Bicheng. He did not dare to disturb Hua Bicheng.

It was unknown when Zhu Jin started to treat this Hua Bicheng as his pillar, but he had now firmly placed himself in the position of a subordinate.

"Don't worry, wait!" After a long time, Hua Bicheng finally spoke.

Just like this, the 20 people of the squad lay in the field outside the Japanese ammunition depot for almost 2 hours. Just when Zhu Jin felt that his internal organs were about to be burnt, Ginseng Jin slowly retreated from the observation position.

Zhu Jinyi and his brothers gathered up their spirits and listened to the plans of Mr. Hua. Hua Bicheng gathered everyone together and lowered his voice as he spread out his arms. He even grabbed a tree branch and gestured on the ground. Soon enough, the shadows dispersed from the field in twos and threes.

Hua Bicheng summed up the patrolling pattern of the Japanese soldiers. Even the patrol of a rigid devil was exactly the same. It was a very good estimation. Hua Bicheng and Zhu Jin took advantage of the gap between the scouts' patrolling time to sneak into the caravan at the front gate of the Evil Faction's armory. They were all waiting for the scouts' inspection, and the troops they belonged to varied and didn't know each other.

Hua Bicheng's first lieutenant uniform was the best cover, surrounded by the low-level logistics soldiers. Usually, no one was willing to provoke this guy in combat uniform. About ten minutes later, the military vehicle in front of Hua Bicheng drove to the front of the sentry, and the devil on the sentry post came out to inspect it. Hua Bicheng and his men were just following behind the military vehicle.

He slowly walked over and saw that Hua Bicheng had called a subordinate over to light a cigarette for him. It seemed that Hua Bicheng's cigarette had accidentally touched the ground, and Hua Bicheng had raised his hand to slap him in all directions!

"Pah!" "Pa!" The resounding slapping sound drew the attention of all the devils in front of them. After being beaten up, Captain Zhao kept bowing with his head lowered. However, Hua Bicheng didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

The lackey, who had originally wanted to come over and ask, was frightened by Hua Bicheng's ferocity and cowered back.

The military truck had finished its inspection. With a blast of the throttle, it drove out. Hua Bicheng acted as if he was in hot pursuit. He followed behind it, rushed through the door card, and climbed into the carriage along with the tailgate. Zhu Jin and the others also climbed up. When Hua Bicheng saw the somewhat nervous driver, he smiled and knocked on the back window. Then, he pointed at the rank on his shoulder, indicating that he should get a lift. When they were lining up to inspect, they saw that Hua Bicheng's Japanese chauffeur did not dare to ask. Thus, they could be considered to have tacitly agreed.

Hua Bicheng and the others arrogantly sat inside the carriage and began to tour through the evil spirit's ammunition depot. Hua Bicheng looked at the young platoon leader whose face had become red and swollen from his beating, and apologetically said, "Does it hurt? I really can't let you down just now! "

Captain Zhao turned his head to look at Hua Bicheng and said softly, "I know you have to. I don't feel any pain!"

Hua Bi Cheng looked at his somewhat childish face and smiled. "Don't be afraid, just follow me!" When the battle is over, we will rise to the rank of officials and make a fortune. "

Zhao Jianxin's eyes gradually brightened as his eyes became determined. The soldier firmly remembered the officer standing in front of him who was smiling at him. His words gave him boundless strength, "Take a seat! My name is Zhao Jianxin and I'm following you. I'm not afraid! " Hua Bicheng pressed down hard on Zhao Jianxin's shoulder, his heart was filled with boundless emotions. He hoped that he wouldn't have to live up to such a fervent gaze!

The Japanese military warehouse's security was not worth mentioning. Hua Bicheng and his men successfully found the warehouse where the artillery shells were stored. Then they made a simple time-delay explosive device out of cotton thread and grenades. The shells the devils used to kill the Chinese were now their own death knocker!

According to the previous agreement, the soldiers outside the armory opened fire on time to attract the attention of the Japanese army. Hua Bicheng and his men rushed out of the gate with the three or eight big lids and the guards. Of course, the real devils were rushing towards the place where the gunshots were concentrated. As for Hua Bicheng and the rest of them, their goal was the dark wasteland …

The goblin at the gate watched Hua Bicheng's ferocious face as he charged forward with the South Pistol. He was glad that he had not offended this devilish lieutenant. Hua Bicheng and Zhu Jin — they successfully hid themselves in the endless night.

He had been ambushed by local rebels in Manchuria in 1931, but he was still limping, and had been sent by his superiors to spend the rest of his days in the logistics unit before returning home.

In the Japanese army, logistics officers like Oobi didn't have much status. Oobi was often scolded by officers of his own combat troops who were several levels lower than him, watching as he stood there dragging his crippled leg and getting scolded.

However, he was satisfied with his current position. Since escaping from the ice and snow in the northeast of China, he had no intention of becoming a soldier. Although the position of the logistics team was a bit low, they still had a lot of good things to put into their pockets. The son of the peddler, Wilderness, was living quite comfortably in his current position. The amount of yen sent back to his home in Osaka every month was getting bigger and bigger. He was already looking forward to living in Tokyo after he left for home.

But tonight the sound of gunfire from outside the armory had ruined his interest in looking to the future. The brigade leader, Major General Feng, quickly made a call to Obi's office. On the phone, he reported to the well general that it was a group of scattered soldiers, not an organized raid, who had wandered near the warehouse. At the end of the call, Nobi kept saying, "Ha!" "Ha!" This made the captain very satisfied.

Obi put down the receiver and leaned back on his cot, trying to remember if he had said anything offensive to the General. He then took a sip of his wine and said with satisfaction, "I'll leave the defeated troops outside to the garrison to deal with!"

Just as he was feeling slightly intoxicated and happily dancing, a violent shockwave broke through the wall behind him, burying him in the rubble along with his hometown dream.