Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

At two o'clock in the morning, the operation started on time.

The target hospital was not full. It was not like other hospitals where people were always wailing. There was actually a strange sense of peace amidst the heavy snowfall on a winter night.

Looking around, in the entire area, only the sentry post at the main entrance of the hospital and the dormitory area of ​​the Japanese guard troops were still lit.

At this time, Sato Hidenaka in the sentry post had fallen asleep on the table.

The sound of the wind and snow outside is natural white noise, and this little day of being on duty for several consecutive days is blaming Fang Qiu in his dreams.

He smacked his lips and spoke in his sleep.

In the dream, the squad leader who used to boss him around became his subordinate.

"Go! Move that machine gun five meters to the left."

Kitahara Sosuke, who was working with him, glanced at his companion speechlessly. It was still more than an hour before the time they agreed on. Even if he was unbearably sleepy, he had to persevere.

People like them, who live at the lowest level, are often assigned to stand guard. If they don't join the group to keep warm, their lives will only be worse.

After walking out of the room in the sentry post, the cold weather made Kitahara Sosuke feel even more depressed.

He decided to turn the searchlight around symbolically to avoid being caught derelict in his duties.

They never worried about being attacked by enemies, or even considered that enemies would come here.

After all, even many of our own people don’t know that a new hospital has been built here.

The only thing that worried them was the madman who escaped some time ago.

But that lunatic escaped with so many medicines, and he must be living a life without worries about food and clothing.

Moreover, they who were on guard duty had been on duty for several days seriously, but nothing happened.

It doesn't matter, if the sky falls, there will be tall people holding it up, so who will care about little people like them.

Just as Kitahara Sosuke was thinking boredly, a vigorous figure had climbed up to the sentry post where he was, and the howling wind perfectly covered everything for the assassin.

The soldiers of the special agent company slowly approached from behind Kitahara Sosuke. The exhausted Xiaozhi didn't notice anything unusual at all. He patted Kitahara Sosuke on the shoulder politely and gracefully.

This little boy thought that his companion had woken up early and wanted to go to bed instead of him, so he turned around without warning.

But what greeted Kitahara Sosuke was a lightning-fast fist, which hit him hard between his legs.

Just before the scream could be heard, a big hand covered his mouth.

Then a pitch black bayonet pierced his thigh first. As he fell to his knees, he stabbed upward into his throat.

After a few seconds, the soldier from the secret service company turned the bayonet stuck in the Japanese's throat expressionlessly, and left after confirming that the enemy in front of him could no longer make a sound.

Kitahara Sosuke used the last bit of strength before he died to look at Sato Hidenaka in the sentry post. He was still praying that his companions could save him.

The scene inside the house cut off his last hope. The person who just attacked him also had companions.

The unknown enemy first grasped the bayonet with both hands and raised it high, and stabbed Sato Shunaka fiercely in the back.

As soon as Sato Shunaka uttered the first syllable, his mouth was covered.

At the same time, the bayonet drawn out drew a beautiful arc in the air and penetrated deeply into Sato Hidenaka's neck.

As good partners who stood guard together, their deaths were very similar.

Blood flowed uncontrollably from his neck and mouth. He wanted to speak but was choked and couldn't say anything.

The soldier who completed the mission spat at the corpse with a cold voice: "You really regard this place as your home. It's really ridiculous to be so confident."

After receiving the signal from the soldiers above that they had succeeded, Zheng Yingqi waved his hand, and three groups of soldiers hidden in the shadows moved towards their respective targets.

"quick!"

"Be careful!"

The second group led by Li Yunlong had a smooth journey and arrived fifty meters in front of the Japanese dormitory without disturbing anyone. He looked at the situation nearby and lowered his voice and said:

"I'll go deal with the guard room in front. You guys can act according to my situation."

Lao Li slowly moved forward along the shadows caused by the lights. When he got closer, he saw through the glass that the Japanese in the guard room were sleeping soundly wrapped in their own shit-yellow military coats. Even the 38-year-old cover had been thrown aside. .

He waved his hand at the soldiers behind him, motioning for them to press forward.

"Everyone! Get grenades ready! Everyone takes up shooting positions! Follow my orders and prepare to attack!"

The submachine gun carried by the special agent company is light, short, and compact, making it more flexible and convenient to use in narrow areas.

Even if the Japs wake up and fight with them, the secret service company still has a great advantage in this kind of terrain.

The combat distance is between tens of meters, and the precise aiming method of shooting becomes unimportant. The enemy and we compete on the rate of fire, firepower density, and firepower persistence.

The submachine gun is very balanced in these three aspects. It has a large magazine capacity and a combat rate of fire higher than that of a light machine gun. It can completely suppress the enemy's firepower.

Following Li Yunlong's order, the soldiers of the special agent company each found their positions.

Some were lying on the roadside, some were standing in corners, and some had their backs against the wall. Their guns were pointed directly at the Japanese dormitory.

Click!

With the uniform sound of bolt pulling, all seventy-five submachine gun bullets were loaded.

Li Yunlong waved his hand, and more than twenty soldiers opened the fuses of the grenades.

After a short wait, more than twenty wooden-handled grenades smashed through the windows and were thrown into the room.

Originally, Lao Li wanted every soldier to throw a grenade, but whoever thought about it later discovered that his plan was completely to kill mosquitoes with cannons.

Not only will it be a waste, but you may also accidentally injure your own people.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the enemy's dormitory was ablaze with fire, and violent explosions were mixed with crackling sounds of burning.

The powerful shock wave blew away all the windows and doors, and these illegal buildings were almost shattered into pieces in the explosion.

Although Li Yunlong didn't think any little devil could survive such a violent explosion. But just in case, he sent a dozen soldiers to check.

As expected, more than twenty offensive grenades full of materials were sent directly to them to meet the Locust.

Half of the remaining soldiers were sent by him to control the hospital to prevent any wounded soldiers inside from counterattacking. The other half was sent by him to the warehouse to collect supplies, and those medicines were also one of the purposes of the trip.

After the battle started, some Japs did run out of the hospital, but most of them didn't even have weapons.

Facing these old, weak, sick and disabled, the soldiers of the second group showed no mercy at all.

More than twenty submachine guns opened fire at the same time, and a gorgeous fire net covered the Japanese soldiers, tearing them apart like a downpour of bullets.

The snow was stained red with blood. These people hardly caused any trouble to the second group. Only two soldiers suffered minor injuries.

This was the most painful beating Li Yunlong had ever had. As long as there was a Japanese enemy, he would shoot out the bullets and all the resentment he had accumulated over the past few days.

Ask for everything!

This book’s ranking at the top of the classified new book list is all due to everyone’s support. I want to work harder and see if it can be ranked on the general new book list.

The old guys in the group all say that the military has no cards, so let’s all work hard together.