Bright Sword: Rebirth of Kong Jie

There are a total of 41 special forces team members participating in the infiltration operation tonight. Kong Jie, as the commander, leads the team personally.

Li Yunlong was not there, and Kong Jie had another task for him.

There must be a deputy head of the group in charge.

Li Yunlong was very depressed about this. He also wanted to personally participate in the special forces team's first combat operation!

However, Kong Jie assured Li Yunlong that the situation this time was special and required the operation to be commanded from both ends.

Next time the special forces team takes action, Li Yunlong must be involved.

It is already midsummer. After night falls, the heat of the day is gone and there is a rare bit of coolness.

The entire special operations team was divided into four tactical teams of ten people each, advancing under alternating cover.

The cooperation between them is tacit and quick.

The continuous mountains slowly receded behind them, and the heavy earth gradually shortened under their feet. The team members followed the interlaced curve formulated by Kong Jie before the war and detoured to the east of the Japanese Army's No. 7 stronghold.

Inside the No. 7 stronghold.

Just like in the past, in this sad era when there is not much entertainment after sunset, the Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold still follow the rule of rising at sunrise and resting at sunset.

The only tall artillery tower is responsible for the most solid defense of the entire stronghold.

After all, the Japanese army still did not trust the puppet army enough and was worried about it, so the defense and vigilance of the artillery tower were all controlled by their own people.

The sentries on the second and third floors of the artillery tower were all Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers also slept in the bunk beds in the turret, mainly on the second floor.

The Japanese believed that the second floor of a gun tower was often the safest floor, as it could not only avoid direct enemy fire, but also allow for better vigilance and defense using the high terrain.

It is also comfortable to live in, especially in the summer when the night breeze blows in through the machine gun muzzles of the turret, making the entire interior of the turret exceptionally fresh.

Behind the artillery tower there are several bungalows built with earthen bricks, which are where the puppet soldiers live.

Narrow and cramped.

In the small bungalow of less than a few square meters, not only was there few windows, but seven or eight puppet soldiers were crammed in like pigs.

Eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are all within this limited area.

The various discarded household garbage emits a foul stench, attracting all kinds of mosquitoes to circle around it.

The urinal and the cesspool were not far apart - you couldn't open the door blocked by barbed wire in the middle of the night and run outside to relieve yourself, right?

Flies were buzzing.

There were all kinds of mixed odors, along with the odor of feet and body odor from the puppet soldiers who had not taken a bath for a long time in the cramped environment. It was so sour and strong.

Especially in such a hot environment as summer, everything is brought to the fullest.

Therefore, even the Japanese soldiers often looked at these puppet soldiers with disgust and disdain.

Normally, if it is not necessary, they are not willing to have much contact with these dirty, smelly puppet soldiers.

The living conditions of the Japanese soldiers were relatively better.

Firstly, their dormitory conditions were better, and secondly, most of the Japanese devils had undergone relatively formal and systematic military training, which included relevant regulations on housekeeping.

They would not completely let themselves go like the puppet soldiers.

Sergeant Ichiro Harada is a very interesting guy. He always seems to be able to imagine his boring life into a fulfilling and interesting song.

As the highest authority in the entire No. 7 stronghold, he would always patrol and inspect the stronghold around this time every day, like a landlord inspecting his land or an emperor observing his mountains and rivers.

Even though he was just an inconspicuous squad leader in the Japanese Army's land force system.

He only has a dozen soldiers under his command.

When he was in the combat unit, he was driven around by his superiors, beaten and scolded at every turn, and had no dignity at all.

But at this moment, inside the small but fully equipped Stronghold No. 7, Ichiro Harada felt extraordinary dignity and power.

He imagined that the not-so-big stronghold had become an entire kingdom, and he became the almighty monarch sitting on the Iron Throne.

"Stupid, cheer up, and be extra vigilant against the enemy's sneak attacks at night!"

Whenever the king walked through his territory and encountered a sentry on night duty, he would always curse him, like a majestic king reprimanding his subjects.

"Hi!"

Only when the sentry bowed his head respectfully did Ichiro Harada leave with satisfaction, his hands behind his back.

When they arrived at the bungalow where the puppet soldiers lived, Ichiro Harada became even more rude.

"Liu Gui, Liu Gui."

He shouted unscrupulously, pinching his nose and shouting loudly, not afraid of disturbing the pigs' rest at all.

——When the owner goes to the pigsty, is he afraid of waking up the stupid pigs?

Liu Gui, the puppet army platoon leader who was assisting in the defense of the No. 7 stronghold, quickly jumped up from the bed and trotted to Ichiro Harada.

"Taijun, I'm here!"

"Baka, you sleep so soundly. If the Eighth Route Army launches a surprise attack, you will all be dead. Tell your men to stand guard. The night watch cannot be missed for a moment." Harada Ichiro cursed.

"Hey, please rest assured, Madam!" Liu Gui responded quickly, wiping the sweat from his forehead and fanning himself with his hands to get rid of the foul smell on his body.

At least I managed to get rid of this Japanese guy in front of me.

night.

deeper.

Ichiro Harada was yawning, perhaps because he was tired of playing role-playing games and felt sleepy. He dragged his tired feet back to his bunk bed and went to sleep.

Now there was no sound at all.

The entire stronghold fell into deathly silence, with only the occasional whistling of the night wind and the faint croaking of frogs in the distance.

Several Japanese sentries on the artillery tower and several puppet soldiers on guard on the circular fortifications were guarding drowsily.

But this long night is really hard to endure. Sometimes my eyelids close completely, and when I open them again, I don’t know how much time has passed. I just hope that the next person to take over the shift can come in time.

As for the safety of the stronghold, these devils and puppet troops never worried about it.

Since the establishment of the No. 7 stronghold, it was only attacked by the Eighth Route Army troops in the beginning, and there have also been night attacks.

However, the firepower of the Imperial Army in the stronghold was powerful, and the stronghold's fortifications such as artillery towers and bunkers were easy to defend but difficult to attack. The Eighth Route Army was asking for trouble, and after suffering two heavy casualties, they retreated in embarrassment. Since then, no one dared to launch a sneak attack on Stronghold No. 7 again.

Moreover, there was a mechanized combat squadron of the Japanese army in the county town not far from the No. 7 stronghold.

Once the stronghold is attacked, reinforcements can be sent at any time.

Even when Ichiro Harada specifically reminded the sentries to step up their vigilance, it was just a deliberate move to demonstrate the power in his hands.

…It was already around two in the morning.

According to the laws of the biological clock, the Japanese and puppet soldiers in the stronghold sleep the deepest and feel the most sleepy at night.

In the darkness, the team members lurking on the left wing of the stronghold like ghosts crouched slightly and advanced quickly under alternating cover.

The chosen direction is northeast of the stronghold.

This was the most likely blind spot of the Japanese sentry that Kong Jie speculated after multiple simulations during daytime reconnaissance.

It’s not that I can’t really see it.

It was because the walls of the turret were thick. When the Japanese soldiers stood at the machine gun muzzle on the second or third floor of the turret and looked outward, they were mainly facing the three directions of east, west and south.

The northern area facing the stronghold was the Japanese army's rear security zone.

In order to see some views to the east and northwest, the Japanese sentry needs to stick his head out slightly.

For a sentry on night duty who is swept by sleepiness, even moving a finger would probably make him feel tired.

Not to mention poking your head.

Plus the cover of night.

The soldiers were well camouflaged during the night operation. Before setting off, Kong Jie checked again and again to ensure that there was no reflective part on the soldiers' bodies...