"Where did he go?"

The Japanese artillery commander took the spearhead to the army Cao.

"After he answered your phone, he conveyed the command, and then never returned." Jun Cao replied.

"Find! Everyone go!"

As long as you find a communications soldier, you can find out the truth of the matter.

The captain of the Special Team gave his team members a look.

The team members naturally understand what to do. In the name of looking for the disappeared communications soldiers, they installed a strange thunder in the place where the Japanese army stored shells.

As long as the gun shells are the artillery shells, they will affect the lead, detonate the grenade, and then detonate the shells.

The shells stored on the Japanese position are enough to bombard the entire Japanese position into a ruin.

After arranging these, the special team captain took his soldiers into the Japanese artillery camp in the name of search.

However, the order of the Japanese artillery commander is obviously faster than the speed at which they slip out of the camp.

Before they were mixed out of the camp, the Japanese army had been comprehensive, and no one could enter and exit the camp without authorization.

"Captain, it's broken, we were blocked by the little devil."

The scale of searching for Japanese communications soldiers has further expanded.

After dawn, the corpse of the Japanese communications soldiers under the shell shell will soon be discovered.

The exposure of the corpse means that the special team soldiers were exposed. At that time, if they had not fled the Japanese camp, they would be caught by the little devil.

"It seems that we can only take risks." Said the special team captain.

All the way to the present, they have completed the mission and have not been known by the Japanese army. They have hit the big luck.

I thought that the last step was the easiest, but I didn't expect to desperate with the little devil.

"Hard rush?"

"The head is so stupid, the little devil has a truck." The captain of the special team glanced at him.

The Japanese trucks are neatly arranged in the camp, running and running, running faster.

The little devil's car is in the camp, and no one is guarded. These trucks are used to drag the cannon.

Special team soldiers came to the truck, put the oil of other trucks, and used fire to lighten fuel fuel.

The fire spread, and all Japanese trucks were shrouded in the fire.

"Fire, save the fire!"

The Japanese soldiers discovered a fire, whistle and shouted, and they were one after another.

The two trucks were launched and drove within the Japanese camp.

At the beginning, the Japanese soldiers thought that they were rescued trucks, so as not to burn the trucks by fire.

However, the special team soldiers of trucks only care about the gas gate, and they do not decelerate.

The Japanese soldiers who wanted to come to the fire were almost killed. After escape the cartoon of the truck, the little devil jumped up and scolded.

The truck rushed directly to the camp exit, the Japanese troops tried to intercept, but a grenade was thrown out of the co -pilot and rolled under the feet of the Japanese troops under the inertia.

"boom"

The grenade exploded, and a Japanese sentinel was killed on the spot.

The explosion quickly attracted the little devil, especially the Japanese army patrolling the peripheral.

"Stop them!"

The Japanese sentinel shouted.

The patrol team quickly fired at the truck.

But the truck roof suddenly set up a crooked handle, and the muzzle was facing the Japanese patrol team.

The patrol team was to block the truck on the spot without looking for any bunkers.

"Da Da Da"

Although the crooked hand gun is not easy to use, it still made the Japanese patrol team unable to fight for two consecutive long points.

Several of the fast -moving Japanese veterans quickly tested, avoiding firepower, looking for bunker cover, and then trying to fight back.

The speed of the truck was not slow. As soon as I stepped on the accelerator, it disappeared into the darkness.

The Japanese patrol tried to pursue him, but they couldn't even see the taillights of the car.

The artillery commander of the Little Devils realized that someone had sneaked into their camp, robbed their truck, broke through the camp gate, and walked away. He immediately called the troops along the way and set up a blockade to intercept them.

"Identify two military trucks. The other side is unknown and carries a machine gun. They must be intercepted."

After receiving the order, various Japanese military units immediately set up roadblocks on the roads in an attempt to prevent the special forces soldiers from escaping.

The Japanese artillery commander was furious. He still hasn't figured out whether their artillery correspondent had rebelled, because at this time he didn't know who escaped from their camp, and the number of them was unclear.

The best ones to identify so far are two Japanese military trucks.

But the Japanese artillery commander overlooked one point: the truck can be abandoned at any time.

When the special forces soldiers saw that the Japanese troops had not caught up, they abandoned the truck.

Although trucks run fast, in the Japanese war zone, driving a truck was like telling the little devils, "I'm here, come and beat me."

Special Forces soldiers don't want to mess around with little devils when they are concentrating on escaping for their lives.

The kid who set up a traffic jam on the road thought he would wait for his target.

Until dawn and the earth woke up, they found no target.

The special forces team disappeared into the vast wilderness of the occupied area.

In the Japanese artillery camp, the Japanese army finally found blood stains in the pile of shell casings and found the missing communications soldier.

"They're taking us for fools!"

After learning that the signal soldier had been killed, the Japanese artillery commander realized that he had been being played like a monkey by the special forces all night.

Now those soldiers have fled, but the Japanese artillery still doesn't know how this group of people sneaked into their artillery camp.

But more troublesome things were yet to come. Gangcun's telegram was quickly delivered to the Japanese artillery commander.

The Japanese army shelled the camp of the frontline troops, killing more than 400 soldiers and leaving more than 80 soldiers missing, including a battalion captain.

There were countless wounded, and a large number of Japanese wounded were unable to be rescued in time. Even after dawn, they were still wailing in the frontline camps.

Gangcun's telegram was not intended to comfort the artillery commander.

Such a huge mistake is enough to bring shame to the entire artillery unit and make the artillery commander take off his uniform.

Looking at the eyes of his colleagues, the artillery commander realized that he alone should be responsible for what happened last night.

"Your Majesty the Commander will send investigators here, I'm afraid..."

The Japanese army sent investigators, which is equivalent to the Lord of Hell sending black and white to the Japanese artillery commander.

Once it is confirmed that the artillery commander is responsible, the investigators will directly take off the artillery commander's uniform, then cuff him and escort him back.

In the end, there is a high probability that he will be sent to a military court and charged with maiming his own troops and causing heavy casualties.

The Japanese officers present lowered their heads and did not want to speak, because most of the responsibility for this matter lies with their commanders, not them.

As long as their commanders assume their responsibilities, others can still continue to be their officers in the artillery unit and continue to shine.

Seeing that no one said a word for him, the Japanese artillery commander became even more disheartened.

Overnight, the outcome of everyone's rejection was hard for him to accept, but he had to accept it.
Chapter completed!