Chapter 74 Yamamoto! Me? ? ? Immortal!

Sometimes, God closes a door for you, and even welds the window shut for you.

Just when Yamamoto was secretly delighted and felt that there was always a way out, the scene in front of him made Yamamoto, the old devil, almost desperate, as if Amaterasu had abandoned him.

Just after mocking the Eighth Route Army defenders for being brave but not wise and not clear-minded, reality pressed him hard to the ground.

A bunch of torches suddenly lit up below the cliff. Under the light of the fire, he clearly saw that at least 600 people were waiting for them.

And these enemies were very cunning, obviously organized and premeditated. They stood in very scattered positions and were stuck at the range limit of the grenade launcher.

Even the best grenade launcher soldiers in the special forces team could hardly guarantee the hit rate.

Because this was a decapitation mission, they did not bring the white phosphorus bombs often used by the army, and it was difficult to cause large-scale casualties with ordinary grenades alone.

When the sharp-eyed soldiers of the independent regiment below saw a figure appear on the edge of the cliff with the vision provided by the flares, he immediately shouted it out loudly.

The soldiers below the cliff began to shout in unison according to the previous drill.

"Yamamoto! F**k you immortal!"

"Lin Zhiqiang, the staff officer of the 358th Regiment of the Shanxi Suiyuan Army: I only have one sentence. What can I say if you snatch it?"

The first sound was not neat at the beginning, but after the second sound adjusted the rhythm, the third sound had the momentum of shouting slogans during daily training.

Various national quintessences such as northern dialects and southern dialects converged into greetings to Yamamoto Ikki's family.

Even comrades who had participated in Japanese language training classes organized to help Yamamoto recall the taste of home with a standard colonel accent.

Hearing the abuse from below, Yamamoto Ikki was so angry that his teeth itched. He regretted why he learned so many dialects of the Republic of China.

The colonel who was pampered and worshipped by others had never experienced the collective scolding of hundreds of people, but he could not lose his mind even if he was angry.

Looking from the cliff, the originally dark ground was now full of enemies.

Even if all the grenade launchers were mobilized here to provide them with cover, it was estimated that there would be little effect.

In this situation, if anyone were to go down stubbornly, he would be beaten to a pulp.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt relieved. Yamamoto's intuition was always accurate, and his special forces should all be killed here.

Looking at the enemies behind and below him, an inexplicable sense of pride still arose.

Facing more than 80 of them, the enemy still went all out despite the superior intelligence.

He waved his hand, signaling the communication soldier beside him to come closer. He decided to talk to Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka, who trusted him, for the last time before he died.

The special agent carrying the communicator seemed to be infected by his captain's determination to die. He connected to the First Army Headquarters far away in Tai Y at a faster speed than usual.

After a while, Yoshio Shinozuka, who was resting in bed, picked up the phone.

He was still asleep, and when he learned that Yamamoto Ikki, who was on a mission, called him, he immediately jumped out of bed.

He was not angry because the communicator ruined his dream. Instead, he went directly to Hirata Masaharu's room and woke him up to answer the phone together.

Good news should be shared together.

Shinozuka Yoshio knew that when performing a mission, Yamamoto's special forces would enter silent mode, and would definitely not contact him unless there was something particularly important.

And now that his beloved general called him, he must have completed the mission and reported the good news to him.

As for failure? Sorry, Shinozuka Yoshio would never think of such a thing that would boost others' ambitions and destroy his own prestige.

But as soon as he picked up the phone, he frowned.

The other end of the phone was very noisy, and it sounded like there were many people. The first reaction of this old devil was that his beloved general might be in trouble.

"Your Excellency, Lieutenant General, this is Yamamoto. I'm sorry, I betrayed your trust. Now the special forces are surrounded by a regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and we have no chance of escape."

"Although this sentence seems to be an excuse for myself, our intelligence has been leaked. Including but not limited to our equipment, routes and personal habits."

"There is an old Chinese saying, called a dying man's words are good. I hope that your Excellency can strictly investigate the top leaders of the First Army, not only for you but also for His Majesty Tianhuang."

"Your kindness, I can only repay with my death."

After saying this, Yamamoto hung up the phone without waiting for Yoshio Shinozuka to speak.

Deciding to fight to the death, he was extremely calm and quickly thought about the best option for the current situation.

As we all know, the regiment-level troops of the Eighth Route Army generally have only about a thousand people.

Since there are a full six hundred people under the cliff, there is at most only one battalion on the previous defensive position.

If we go down to fight, not only will we face more enemies, but we will also be unable to counterattack for a distance.

Without knowing the enemy's firepower configuration, this option is simply to let his own people die.

What's more, the enemy knew his name clearly, and the Eighth Route Army below must be waiting for him to go down and be slaughtered. He must be crazy to go down and die.

But the situation on the cliff is different. As long as they deal with the minefield, they even have a chance to counterattack with the cover of smoke bombs.

And after the battle just now, Yamamoto Ikki has initially figured out the firepower distribution of the defenders, and he is confident that he can replace more enemies.

Yamamoto's special forces are not inferior to any organization in their lives, and they will die on the way to charge.

But what he didn't know was that Kong Jie had calculated it from the moment he set out from Tai Y.

Half of the so-called 600 people under the cliff were scarecrows wearing the uniforms of the Eighth Route Army.

The distance between the two sides was so great that it was difficult to distinguish the dummies mixed in the army even with a telescope, not to mention that Yamamoto was still being scolded by his comrades.

A true master of defense would use various calculations to make his enemies choose the place where they were most prepared.

He would have to be crazy to fight the enemy's elite in the mountains without fortifications without using the trenches dug in advance.

Just like setting up guards in the village to force Yamamoto's special forces to climb the cliff, Kong Jie now used the empty city plan to prevent the enemy from going down.

If Yamamoto was willing to pay some price to retreat below, the mountainous terrain would become his loyal ally.

Moreover, all the firepower of the independent regiment had been concentrated on the cliff. The Chinese were his ancestors who played psychological warfare.

What is the meaning of full of martial virtue (fighting backward!

However, there is no pity on the battlefield. From the moment when Huang He told the headquarters the intelligence, the fate of Yamamoto and others was already determined.

Yamamoto, who made the decision, drew his command knife. He looked at the team members around him who were determined to die, and ordered all the survivors to inject methamphetamine.

This drug can cause hallucinations and enhance self-confidence and courage. Most importantly, this drug can keep people focused.

Generally speaking, as elites, they will not use such drugs that are harmful to the human body. But now it is time to fight desperately, so who cares about the body.

I thought for a long time, the classic can't be wasted, and it has to be super doubled! Are you satisfied with this big curse of 300 people?

I will send him to death tomorrow. It's a bit exciting to play with memes today.