The soldiers of the special operations team wanted to trick the three little devils sent by the forward headquarters to repair the telephone lines to the Japanese artillery camp.

The purpose of this is also very simple, that is, they are afraid that the little devils standing guard will check their documents.

The real is mixed with the fake, and the fake is mixed with the real, so that the fake can be confused with the real.

"Now that the phone communication has been restored, your commander can contact our superior to form a patrol team."

The Japanese soldiers did not intend to go to the artillery camp. Although the distance was very close and they could even have a meal at the artillery camp, they still had no such intention.

"In that case, I won't force it."

When the special forces soldiers saw that the Japanese soldiers were unwilling to go, they no longer tried to force them to stay, lest the other side would find out any flaws.

"We are going back to resume our duties." the Japanese soldier responded.

It was completely dark, and under the bright moonlight, there were mottled figures.

The bonfire swayed in the wind, and there was total silence. The wood occasionally crackled when it burned.

"Wait a minute," the special forces soldier called to the three Japanese soldiers who were about to leave, "your things are lost."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the tiny flame was dying in the strong wind.

The surroundings are a little darker.

"What?"

The three little devils turned around almost simultaneously and looked at the special forces soldiers.

The special operations soldier held a backpack in his hand and walked up to the three little Japs.

The three little Japs stared at the backpack. There was nothing special about that backpack. It was just an ordinary Japanese army’s marching backpack.

"This doesn't seem to be ours," the special forces soldier said.

At a safe enough distance, the special forces soldiers spoke.

The Japanese soldier looked at the backpack curiously and waited for the special forces soldier to open it.

However, the special forces soldier directly grabbed his backpack and stabbed it out at a Japanese soldier.

Inside the backpack was a sharp dagger. The tip of the knife pierced the backpack, penetrated the clothes, and penetrated directly into the chest of the Japanese soldier.

The other two little devils were stunned by the sudden incident.

After a pause of two seconds, they realized that the other person was not one of them.

The two little devils quickly picked up the rifles, loaded themselves, and then turned on the safety...

This series of actions was too slow in front of the special forces soldiers.

If you want to use a rifle, it would be faster to pick up a stone from the ground and throw it.

This is what other special forces soldiers do, they throw rocks quickly and accurately.

Before the two little devils could turn on the safety of the rifle, the little devil was hit hard on the forehead by a rock.

The stone hit them on the head, and the two little devils were instantly dizzy.

Then there were two more stones, and the little devil's head was bleeding profusely. His eyes were full of stars, and the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning.

"I'll give you a way to live, but you have to go to the end of death."

The special forces soldiers first collected the weapons from the Japanese corpses, and then stabbed each of the three Japanese soldiers to ensure that they would not fake the corpses.

The Japanese artillery unit's password and unit number are known, but this is not safe.

"Sniper team, you stay. If we don't enter the camp in half an hour, you know what to do." The captain ordered.

Three special forces soldiers appeared openly and openly in the sight of the Japanese patrol.

The Japanese patrol ignored them because the Japanese sentry post was not far away from them. They must have seen these three people and they would definitely question them.

If these three Japanese soldiers can successfully enter the artillery camp, they will lead the remaining soldiers into the camp as Japanese soldiers.

In the dim light, the Japanese sentry stopped three special forces soldiers.

The other brothers waiting outside had their hearts in their throats at this time.

As long as these three soldiers are exposed, there is a high probability of disaster.

"We are checking the phone lines. This is our ID."

The special forces soldiers calmly took out the documents found from the Japanese corpses.

There are many people in the Japanese artillery position, and it is impossible for everyone to know each other.

After checking the password and unit number, the sentry will naturally check the ID.

In order to see the other party's face clearly in the dark, the Japanese sentry took a flashlight and carefully looked at the ID, and then shined the flashlight on the face of the special forces soldier.

The special forces soldier quickly covered his face with his hands: "If you shine a flashlight into your eyes, you will go blind!"

"Hands down!" the Japanese sentry shouted.

The special forces soldiers could only cooperate and put down their hands.

"Why can't I see the photo on the certificate clearly?" the Japanese sentry asked.

"It rained a few days ago, and when we were repairing the communication line, we fell into a mud puddle." the special forces soldier replied.

There was a stain on the document, which was deliberately done by the special forces soldiers. It had rained a few days ago, so they made an excuse.

"The same goes for us. If you have any doubts about our identity, you can take us to the headquarters to verify our identity." Another special force soldier came over and handed the ID to the sentry, "You don't have to run, it's such a dirty job.

Let us do all the work."

When the Japanese guard wanted to check the documents again, suddenly a gunshot was heard in the distance.

"Bang"

A Japanese soldier on the patrol was killed on the spot.

The surrounding Japanese troops were immediately on alert, and the search force immediately launched a search in the direction of the gunfire.

The Japanese sentry held a gun in his hand and looked warily at the direction where the gunfire sounded in the darkness.

"The sound of gunshots indicates guerrillas. They don't have much fighting power. Do they need to be so nervous?" the special forces soldier deliberately said to the Japanese sentry in a mocking tone.

The guard handed the documents back to them and said in a bad tone: "Hurry up and replace the documents. Next time I meet you on guard, you can spend the night outside."

"Bang"

Another gunshot put the Japanese sentries on high alert.

Soldiers from three special operations groups entered the Japanese camp under the cover of peripheral soldiers.

Almost all the little devils were attracted by the sound of gunfire.

After the Japanese artillery camped here, there was no gunfire.

After the Japanese search team searched the place, they did not catch the shooter.

But these two gunshots made the Japanese artillery feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Although the Japanese army believed that the shooters were most likely guerrillas with weak combat effectiveness, they were also afraid that they were Zhao Zhiguo's soldiers.

The combat effectiveness of the artillery is not half that of the Japanese infantry. If a large number of troops from the First Army Division really come near the artillery position, their artillery will not be able to withstand it for long.

After the search team returned, the Japanese army relaxed.

Because the Japanese search team found no traces of large-scale troop movements in the surrounding area.

The Japanese artillery determined that the two gunshots just fired were nothing more than nighttime harassment by the guerrillas.

The little Japanese camp returned to normal after an hour. As for the dead Japanese soldier, it did not cause any ripples among the Japanese troops.
Chapter completed!