Chapter 41 Murder on a Snowy Night

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

The target hospital was not full. Unlike other hospitals, there were always wailing everywhere. In the heavy snow on winter nights, there seemed to be a strange sense of peace.

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

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

The sound of wind and snow outside was natural white noise. This small day of being on duty for several consecutive days was in his dream.

He smacked his lips and said a dream talk.

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 for me."

Kitahara Sosuke, who was on the same shift with him, looked at his companion speechlessly. There was still more than an hour before the time they had agreed on. Even if they were too sleepy now, they had to stick to it.

For people like them who were at the bottom of society, they were often assigned to stand guard. If they didn't join forces to keep warm, they would only live worse.

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

He decided to symbolically turn the searchlight to avoid being discovered for neglecting his duties.

They had never worried about being attacked by the enemy, and had never even considered that the enemy would come here.

After all, even many of their own people didn't know that a new hospital had been built here.

The only thing that worried them was the madman who had sneaked away some time ago.

But that psychopath took so many medicines and ran away, and he must be living a life of food and clothing somewhere now.

And those of them who were on guard had also been on duty seriously for a few days, but nothing happened.

It doesn't matter, if the sky falls, there are tall people to support it, who would care about these little people like them.

Just when Kitahara Sosuke was bored and daydreaming, a nimble figure had climbed up to the sentry post where he was, and the whistling wind perfectly covered everything for the assassin.

The soldier of the special agent company slowly approached from behind Kitahara Sosuke, and he didn't find anything unusual in his exhausted life. He politely and elegantly patted Kitahara Sosuke's shoulder.

This little guy thought that his companions had woken up early and wanted him to sleep in his place, so he turned around without any precautions.

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

Before he could scream, a big hand covered his mouth.

Then a black bayonet first stabbed into his thigh. As he knelt on the ground, it stabbed into his throat.

A few seconds later, the soldiers of the special forces company twisted the bayonet in the devil's throat expressionlessly, and left after making sure that the enemy in front of him could no longer make a sound.

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

The scene in the house cut off his last hope. The person who just attacked him also had a companion.

The unknown enemy first held the bayonet tightly with both hands and raised it high, and stabbed it fiercely into Sato Hidenaka's back.

When Sato Hidenaka just uttered the first syllable, his mouth was covered.

At the same time, the bayonet that was pulled out drew a beautiful arc in the air and deeply inserted into Sato Hidenaka's neck.

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

Blood kept flowing out of the neck and mouth, and he wanted to speak but was choked and couldn't say anything.

The soldier who completed the task spat at the corpse, his voice cold: "You really think this place is your own home, and your fearless appearance is really ridiculous."

After receiving the signal from the soldiers above, Zheng Yingqi waved his hand, and three groups of soldiers hidden in the shadows touched their respective targets.

"Quick!"

"Be careful to hide!"

The second group led by Li Yunlong had a smooth journey and arrived at a position 50 meters in front of the Japanese dormitory without alarming anyone. He looked at the situation nearby and said in a low voice:

"I will go to deal with the guard room in front, you guys follow my situation and act accordingly."

Old Li slowly moved forward along the shadows caused by the light. When he got closer, he saw through the glass that the Japanese in the guard room were sleeping soundly wrapped in their shit-yellow military coats, and even the Type 38 rifle was thrown aside.

He waved at the soldiers behind him, signaling them to press forward.

"Everyone! Grenade ready! Each of you take up your firing position! Listen to my orders and prepare to attack!"

The submachine guns carried by the special forces company are light, short and compact, and more flexible and convenient to use in narrow areas.

Even if some Japanese woke up and fought with them, the special forces company still had a great advantage in this terrain.

The combat distance was between dozens of meters, and the precise aiming shooting method became unimportant. The enemy and us competed on the rate of fire, firepower density, and firepower continuity.

The submachine gun is very balanced in these three aspects. With a large magazine capacity and a higher combat rate of fire than a light machine gun, it can completely suppress the firepower of the Japanese.

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

Some lay on the side of the road, some stood in the corner, and some leaned against the wall, with their guns pointed directly at the Japanese dormitory.

Click!

With the sound of the bolts being pulled in unison, all 75 submachine guns were loaded.

With a wave of Li Yunlong's hand, more than 20 soldiers pulled the fuses of the grenades.

After a short wait, more than 20 wooden-handled grenades smashed the window and were thrown into the room.

Originally, Lao Li wanted each soldier to throw a grenade, but who would have thought that his plan was to use a cannon to kill a mosquito.

Not only would it be a waste, but it might also hurt one's own people by mistake.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the devil's dormitory was full of flames, and the violent explosions were mixed with crackling burning sounds.

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

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

As expected, more than 20 offensive grenades with full materials were sent directly to them to meet Tianhuang.

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

After the battle started, some Japanese soldiers ran out of the hospital, but most of them didn't even have weapons.

Facing these old, weak, sick and disabled people, the soldiers of Group 2 showed no mercy.

More than 20 submachine guns fired at the same time, and a gorgeous fire net covered the Japanese soldiers, tearing them apart like a heavy rain of bullets.

The blood dyed the snow red. These people hardly caused any trouble to Group 2, and only two soldiers were slightly injured.

This was the most enjoyable time for Li Yunlong to fight. As long as there were Japanese soldiers, he would shoot them. The bullets and the resentment accumulated in these days were all shot out.

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This book can be ranked first in the new book list of the category thanks to everyone's support. I want to work harder to see if I can get on the new book list.

The old losers in the group all say that the military has no face. Let's work hard together