The Boss of the Yan Family in Siheyuan

"I heard that you are a monk from Shaolin Temple. Why don't you chant sutras in the temple but come to join the army?" Li Yunlong looked at Wei Dayong and said.

"Isn't this a kid here? He couldn't recite sutras reliably, so he ran out to join the army." Monk Wei didn't know why Li Yunlong asked this, but he still answered honestly.

"I want you to join the new elite team." Li Yunlong pulled a stool for Wei Dayong to sit down and said.

"Elite squad? Is that the group of people who all wore submachine guns that day?" Hearing Li Yunlong's words, Wei Dayong remembered the thirty-odd people equipped with special weapons when they first met.

"That's right, I will personally lead the elite team to perform special tasks. What, are you interested?"

"Since it is a team led by the leader himself, of course I am willing to join."

After hearing Wei Dayong's words, Li Yunlong immediately took him to the elite team's camp.

The elite team's camp is on the mountain behind the base. They only return to the base when eating. They usually train and sleep in the mountains. Except for sometimes performing missions, they usually don't go out of the mountains.

He took Wei Dayong to the elite team's camp and arranged it. After Li Yunlong came back, he took out the map and studied it.

Li Yunlong looked at the map mainly because he wanted to choose a cemetery for the little Japanese. The county seat of Qixian County was more than 20 kilometers away from the Huting stronghold, because the Japanese military strongholds were distributed along the highway.

Therefore, after receiving the request for help from the Huting stronghold, the little devils in Qixian County will definitely quickly assemble their troops and rush to the rescue along the highway.

In the next few days, Li Yunlong led members of the operations team to conduct reconnaissance around the Huting stronghold, and finally found a suitable ambush location five kilometers northwest of the Huting stronghold.

After finding the ambush location, Li Yunlong quickly took the members of the elite team back to Zhengjiazhuang.

In the inner room of the New Regiment's station, Li Yunlong had just taken a breath when the phone in the room rang. The soldiers of the Second Battalion found this phone when they attacked the Japs stronghold. In the next few days, they sent someone to bring it back to the regiment.

department.

Li Yunlong picked up the phone and put it to his ear and said: "This is the new regiment of the 386th Brigade."

"Li Yunlong." He thought of the brigade commander's voice on the phone, and Li Yunlong was frightened. But he quickly adjusted himself, regardless of whether the brigade commander could see it or not, and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, brigade commander, what are you doing?

Remember to call me?"

"How's it going? Are you satisfied with the political commissar I assigned you?"

"Satisfied, satisfied. I dare not be dissatisfied with the people transferred by your brigade commander."

"Li Yunlong, don't be so arrogant to me. I tell you, you must have a good relationship with Comrade Zhao Gang and lead the team well for me."

After hearing what the brigade commander said, Li Yunlong quickly said: "Definitely, definitely."

After a pause, the brigade commander asked again: "Zhao Gang has already reported to the brigade headquarters. You said that the Japs are going to carry out a large-scale raid on our Eighth Route Army base area. Is this news reliable?"

After hearing the brigade commander's words, Li Yunlong straightened his body and said seriously: "They should be close to each other. Based on the recent actions of the little devils near our station, it seems that they are going to deal with us. And the scale is definitely not small. This half

Within a few months, the Japs built dozens of strongholds around our base."

"It seems that the little devil has made some move on our part. Okay, I have to report to the superiors right away so I won't say any more to you."

After hanging up the brigade commander's call, Li Yunlong sent someone to call back the people from the second and third battalions, and then arranged for the cooking team to prepare dry food for the entire regiment for two days.

After the soldiers from both battalions arrived, each unit began to distribute ammunition and let the soldiers sleep during the day to recuperate.

When it got dark the next day, Li Yunlong led a new regiment of more than 2,000 people and marched in the direction of the Huting stronghold.

Although the mountain road was rugged and the cold wind was biting, the soldiers of the new regiment hurried away with their guns on their backs and their morale was high.

For this operation, Li Yunlong moved all his family's belongings, and even left none of the ammunition in the warehouse.

The whole regiment has a total of eighteen light and heavy machine guns, two mortars, six grenade launchers, two grenades, and a relatively sufficient supply of bullets and artillery shells.

Zhengjiazhuang is more than sixty miles away from Huting's stronghold, and more than seventy miles away from where Li Yunlong is preparing to set up an ambush.

The group walked for more than four hours until midnight before arriving near the Huting stronghold.

Arranging the Second and Third Battalions to set up an ambush, Li Yunlong led the elite team and members of the First Battalion to the outskirts of the Huting stronghold.

Although it was already midnight, the lights inside the Huting stronghold were brightly lit, with a searchlight in every direction constantly scanning around.

The Huting stronghold is at the crossroads of the highway. There is a dirt road next to the stronghold, which is the only way to the base area.

So the Japanese built a large stronghold here, blocking traffic arteries and blocking the roads leading into the base area.

The Japanese stronghold was connected with the gun towers in this stronghold, and they looked at the entire base terrain like a tiger, so the Japanese named this stronghold Hu Pavilion.

Li Yunlong lay down behind the slope with a telescope and stared at the Huting stronghold for a while.

The enemy's Huting stronghold will definitely capture more than the enemy's transport team, but the prerequisite is that it can be captured.

In order to prevent being besieged by the Eighth Route Army for a long time, the Japanese strongholds usually reserve three months to half a year's worth of food, weapons and elixirs. Especially for important strongholds like the Huting stronghold, the reserves inside can only be more.

If the New Regiment can take down this medium-sized stronghold, it will make a fortune, but the Little Devil's stronghold is not that easy to attack, especially for the Eighth Route Army, which lacks the firepower to attack the enemy.

After observing for a long time, Li Yunlong began to direct the members of the elite team to attack the stronghold, holding a rifle and shooting at the little Japs who were now on the sentry post.

In a bedroom in the Hutei stronghold, Shotaro Tanaka was playing with several Japanese singers when he was suddenly interrupted by someone who rushed in.

After the visitor entered the house, he was also shocked by the scene in the house, thinking that a little devil could play.

But before the visitor could speak, he was slapped in the face by Shotaro Tanaka.

However, the visitor was not angry about this, but said in a panic: "I'm sorry, Taijun, I'm sorry, Taijun. I didn't mean to do it again. It's coming from eight directions."

"Eighth Route?" Tanaka Shotaro asked curiously as he put on his clothes: "How many people are here on the Eighth Route?"

"I didn't see clearly. There must be more than a hundred people even if there aren't many." Wang Gui said while lying on the ground and kowtowing to the little devil.

"You're just over a hundred people and you're so scared? You're a waste." Shotaro Tanaka cursed angrily, and then began to gather his subordinates, thinking of going out to meet those who dared to come to his territory to provoke him.

Although the Sakata Regiment incident happened last time, the Japs' troops did not take it seriously. In their impression, the Chinese army was like a bunch of chickens and dogs.

I think that when they attacked the Northeast, they only had 60,000 troops. At that time, there were 400,000 Chinese troops stationed in the Northeast.

With such a huge disparity in military strength, 400,000 Chinese troops were driven out of Northeast China.

In his mind, what happened to the Bantian Alliance last time was just an accident. He was not even afraid of the national army, let alone Tubal Road.

So Shotaro Tanaka gathered his men and horses, left the stronghold and chased the elite team, leaving dozens of Japanese soldiers and more than 200 puppet troops to guard the stronghold.

He believed that with the fortifications of the stronghold, even if the enemy was deceitful, it would be impossible to defeat the stronghold in a short time, not to mention that the Huting stronghold was not too far from the county seat of Qixian County. Even if there was an accident, the worst he could do was to ask for support.

After more than half an hour of chasing, the little devils originally planned to give up, but every time they were about to give up, the elite team members turned around and fired a few shots at them.

This behavior of the elite team made Tanaka Shotaro very angry, and he vowed that no matter how high the price was, he would eliminate this group of thugs to vent the bad breath in his heart.

At this moment, the group of eight soldiers in front suddenly stopped because they had reached the ambush site designed by Li Yunlong - Guaizi Mountain.

As the name suggests, this section of the road makes a big turn here, and it still winds along the mountain.

As long as the Japs enter the ambush circle, the ambush troops will be able to form a condescending force towards the Japs, and the Japs will be cut in half directly, unable to look at each other, and unable to use their firepower. Li Yunlong also took a fancy to the dangerous terrain here, and casually carried out the ambush.

The location was chosen here.

"Captain, we still need to pursue. There may be an enemy ambush ahead, or we should return to the base." Vice-captain Ono Taro looked at the surrounding terrain with an ominous premonition, so he raised his head and said to Tanaka Shotaro.

However, at this time, Shotaro Tanaka was already furious with the popularity of the elite team. He could not care about ambush or not. He only thought about how to twist off the heads of this group of enemies.

So he did not listen to Ono Taro's advice, but insisted on going his own way and rushed towards the ambush point with more than 200 Japanese soldiers.

As soon as Shotaro Tanaka led his team through the bend, there was intensive gunfire noise all around.

"No, there is an ambush, retreat quickly." Seeing the soldiers beside him fall down one by one, Tanaka Shotaro's heart calmed down, and he waved his command sword to direct the Japanese to retreat.

However, it was already too late to retreat at this time, and Li Yunlong would not give him a chance to retreat. Just as Tanaka Shotaro finished speaking, a dense number of wooden-handled grenades were thrown down from the valley. Looking up at the sky, there was something like

A flock of sparrows flew over.

Boom boom boom, boom boom, boom boom boom…….

The entire canyon was instantly enveloped in the flames and smoke of grenade explosions.

More than a dozen soldiers in front ran forward desperately, preparing to run out of the valley mouth.

But the Eighth Route Army troops on the hillside above the valley entrance suddenly appeared. Before the Japanese could get close, intensive submachine gunfire rang out.

The submachine gun in the hand of the official elite squad soldier opened fire.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers were shot and twitched as if they were electrocuted, and then fell to the ground screaming.

"Baga." Seeing that the exit was blocked by fire, Shotaro Tanaka's face suddenly turned black, thinking that he was in big trouble now.

At this time, deputy captain Ono Taro waved his command knife, pointed at the commanding heights, and shouted sternly: "Kill the chicken and give it to me."

But the next moment, a bullet accurately penetrated into Ono Taro's eyebrows, penetrated his head, and then shot out from the back of his head, spurting out a line of blood.

"Ono-kun." Tanaka Shotaro screamed when he saw Ono Taro fell to the ground after being shot.

Suddenly, he discovered that the soldiers behind him fell in pieces under the fierce firepower of the Eighth Route Army. You must know that this is the strength of two battalions of the New Regiment and an elite team of more than 30 people. The strength is five to one, especially the

Ambush battle.

Tanaka Shotaro couldn't help but gasped, and he found that cold sweat was flowing down his forehead.

Until now, he didn't know how many enemies were lying in ambush here. Anyway, there were enemies from all directions and he couldn't tell them apart. He didn't dare to have any illusions about escaping. He just wanted to kill more enemies and accompany him.

Go to hell yourself.

Another round of grenades whizzed in and exploded in the air above the Japs' heads. The short and continuous explosions were deafening.

The flying shrapnel whizzed down with the breath of death. The panicked soldiers could not find a safe corner. Many soldiers were hit by several grenades at the same time, and their heads were blown up in different places.

You must know that Li Yunlong brought 4,000 grenades for the Japs this time, more than half of which were used here.

In two minutes, on such a narrow road, the power of more than two thousand grenades was undoubtedly terrifying.

It was not that Shotaro Tanaka had not struggled, but he organized several charges and tried to rush out of the canyon. However, he was quickly attacked by the elite team and retreated, leaving dozens of corpses behind.

Li Yunlong stood on the top of the mountain and observed carefully with a telescope. He could clearly see that the little Japs were suffering heavy casualties under the rain of grenades and bullets. If the attack continued, all the Japs would be dead.

It's time to rush down and fight hand-to-hand with the Japs. After all, the troops with the best quality are those who dare to stab the enemy with their swords.

Although the new regiment now has sufficient ammunition, hand-to-hand combat can very well cultivate the courage and willpower of warriors, especially those who are new to the team.

"Corpser, blow the charge horn." Li Yunlong looked cold and roared toward the back.

Immediately afterwards, the passionate and rapid charge horn sounded. Li Yunlong took the ghost-headed knife from the guard next to him, and then raised the ghost-headed knife above his head: "Come down with me, don't let any Japanese go."

In fact, the moment the charge horn sounded, an overwhelming number of killing cries rang out from the hillside.

Hundreds of Eighth Route Army soldiers carried rifles with bayonets and brandished machetes, roaring and rushing toward the Japanese at the foot of the hillside.

The members of the elite team were at the forefront. Dozens of submachine guns opened fire at the same time during the sprint, forming a dense firepower network. The road was hit with smoke and dust under the dense rain of bullets.

Seeing the Eighth Route Army rushing down, the surviving Japanese soldiers cheered up and fought back, showing no fear.

Some Japs even launched a countercharge against the Eighth Route Army on the hillside, but were quickly beaten to pieces by the elite squad's submachine guns.