Chapter Fourteen Enemy Occupation and Harassment

  The "Divine Eagle" anti-Japanese special operations team, including militia, had a total of 280 people. Except for the initial 40 people who still had strong combat effectiveness, the rest were all militia who were on the battlefield for the first time, and only about 100 of them had weapons. Go and fight hard against the well-trained devils? Chen Jifan wasn't stupid to that extent. However, how these militia would be deployed and commanded during battle was indeed a headache for Chen Jifan. These militia would become the backbone of the anti-Japanese forces in the future, and he didn't want them to make unnecessary sacrifices due to his own mistakes.

  "Head, there's a situation!" Zhao Jun ran over and interrupted Chen Jifan's thoughts.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Look at these leaves, it's obvious that someone deliberately arranged them like this. Look again," Zhao Jun said as he turned over the leaves one by one.

  There are bloodstains under the leaves! And the bloodstains extend all the way to the nearby woods.

  Chen Jifan immediately made a gesture of concealment. The troops following behind him immediately dispersed to both sides, each finding a place to hide and keeping watch in all directions, but the militiamen's reaction was still noticeably slower than that of the previous 39 people. Chen Jifan didn't mind, he gestured to Zhong Dingcheng and the other six original special soldiers, who understood and immediately followed with their guns.

  This is the first time they have come to this era in 7 years, and for the first time, they are showing their attacking posture in front of others. Chen Jifan and Zhong Dingcheng led the way, with two arrows forming an attacking formation, three people in a group, leaving Zhao Jun alone to cut off the rear.

  The troops behind, including Song Guanhu and Deng Fangshun, were well-versed in military tactics. At a glance, it was clear that this was an extremely professional formation, and I couldn't help but feel admiration and think that I hadn't misjudged the person.

  Chen Jifeng's 7-man team searched for about 3,400 meters in the forest and soon Wen Chuanhao discovered an abnormality under a large tree. In front of super sniper Wen Chuanhao, ordinary camouflage is unlikely to escape his eyes.

  Chen Jifan, Zhong Dingcheng and Hu Yunfeng quickly occupied advantageous positions in different directions, then Luo Yugang drew out his dagger and crept forward quietly...

  Unexpectedly, the opponent didn't even make a decent counterattack and was directly pinned to the ground by Luo Yuguang, with both hands tightly handcuffed behind his back.

  "You little rascal, turtle egg, if you have the guts, come and give your grandfather a good fight. When I frown, it's your grandson." The captured person struggled hard to free himself.

  "Father... Mother..., I'm unfilial, couldn't avenge you two elders, I have no face to see you..." Waaahhh...

  Luo Yuguang had caught neither a Japanese devil nor a traitorous puppet army, but a villager wearing tattered clothes, looking around twenty years old, perhaps malnourished, with a slightly waxen complexion, and thin. His calf was still bleeding, and there was a rifle beside him.

  "Let him go!" Chen Jifan shouted at Luo Yuguang with a wave of his hand.

  Luo Yuguang relaxed his hand and picked up the rifle beside him, standing aside.

  "Little brother, don't be afraid. We aren't devils, we're the ones who specialize in hitting devils. Who are you and why are you here?" Chen Jifan asked, squatting down.

  The young man under the ground slowly raised his head to look at Chen Jifan and others while rubbing his arm, he believed that these people were not devils, otherwise he would have died early.

  "You guys, you're really fighting against the devils? Not cheating us?"

  Chen Jifan smiled and nodded.

  The young man suddenly got up and knelt down in front of Chen Jifan, crying loudly, "Good sir, help us avenge! Our village has over 200 people, all dead! The little devils killed them all!"

  "Wait, you're from Lijiashan?"

  The young man named Jin Suo is a hunter from Li Jia Cun. His parents died early, and he followed his grandfather to hunt in the mountains since childhood. When the devils came, he happened to be on the mountain, so he escaped. Later, he witnessed the death of his fellow villagers at the foot of the village. After the devils left, he tracked them down, seeking an opportunity to avenge himself. Last night, he finally found a chance and snuck into the enemy camp during their encampment, killing one devil and taking his gun. However, he was also discovered and injured his calf while escaping from the devils' shooting.

  Chen Jifan rolled up his pant leg and carefully examined the wound. Fortunately, it didn't hit any bones. The 38 caliber bullet had strong penetration power, and as long as it didn't get infected, he would recover quickly. Chen Jifan asked someone to call He Chunxiang over to bandage him and apply medicine, then patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Jin Suo, you're a good kid, take care of your wound, the villagers' revenge is on our shoulders."

  "Who are you?" Jin Suo asked dully.

  "We are the 'Divine Eagle' special anti-Japanese squad that specializes in killing devils." Zhong Dingcheng hastily replied.

  "Captain, come and take a look at this gun." Chen Jifan raised his head to see Wen Chuanhao fondling the golden lock on the rifle as if it were a treasure.

  "This is Little Japan's Type 97 sniper rifle. When this gun is fired, the muzzle flash is almost invisible, making it hard to expose, and it inherits the advantages of the Type 38 rifle, with a flat trajectory and high shooting accuracy. We're going to make a fortune, Captain! He's indeed a professional sniper, talking about sniper rifles in a professional manner."

  "You little rascal, you're usually so quiet and reserved, but today you see a Japanese broken gun and get this excited?" Zhong Dingcheng also joined in the teasing.

  "Broken rifle? Give me a few more of these 'broken rifles' and my sniper squad's combat effectiveness will increase by at least double."

  "Little Japan also has snipers now, this is not good news for us. Kawahara, your sniper squad has a rival." Chen Jifan said.

  "Don't worry, the little Japanese aren't good at sniper warfare. They don't have organized special sniper support firepower, at most just a few exceptional marksmen. When we fight against the devils, I'll take care of their sniper rifles." Wen Kanhao's tone was unquestionable.

  After He Chunxiang carefully bandaged him, Jin Suo's injury seemed to be nothing serious and he stood up. "Everyone, I want to join your team, I'm a hunter, I can shoot."

  Actually, when Jin Suo was telling the story of his revenge against the Japanese devils, the "Divine Eagle" members had already taken a liking to him. He had both courage and wisdom, and at critical moments, he wouldn't be blinded by hatred and make unnecessary sacrifices. Moreover, he could infiltrate the enemy's camp and return unscathed. With some training, he would become an excellent special forces soldier. It's just that Jin Suo was currently injured, and nobody had the heart to let him participate in battles.

  Wen Chuanhao's face showed a long-lost smile, and he winked at Chen Jifan, meaning that this person was his.

  "Alright, Jin Suo, welcome to our team. From now on, you'll be following Officer Wen. Remember, you must obey orders!"

  "Yes!" Jin Suo excitedly gave a somewhat unstandard military salute on the spot.

  "Here's the gun and 120 rounds of ammunition, go take revenge on the devils for our fellow villagers." Wen Chuanhao patted Jin Suo's shoulder lightly.

  "Hmm!" Jin Suo replied somewhat sadly.

  With the lead of the golden lock, the speed of the troops' advance was significantly faster. After chasing for over ten kilometers, they finally discovered the trail of the enemy in the afternoon.

  After receiving the scout's report, Chen Jifan decided to let the main force hide in a forest first, and he led Zhong Dengcheng, Luo Yuguang and Hu Yunfeng to go for reconnaissance.

  As Zhao Jun said at the beginning, there were about 130 devils in this group, equipped with one Type 92 heavy machine gun, two light machine guns and two grenade launchers.

  After returning, Chen Jifang convened a meeting with everyone to study the war situation.

  Chen Jifan first set the tone, both to annihilate this group of enemies and to minimize casualties to the greatest extent. Everyone understands this principle, but it is very difficult to truly accomplish it. The devils in front are equipped with heavy firepower from the Japanese field army, relying on their own troops of three or four dozen people and more than 200 militiamen who have never been on the battlefield? If they fight, let alone achieve the goal of annihilation, even if they annihilate this group of devils, it is estimated that there will be no one left on their side. So for a while, everyone fell into silence.

  "What are you thinking? You don't think I'm going to lead the charge against these devils, do you? Don't worry, I haven't gone mad yet." Chen Jifan said with a questioning face.

  Everyone couldn't help but laugh at what the captain said, and the dull atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed. The conversation then continued naturally.

  "Head, do you still remember Chairman Mao's '16-character formula'? Our combat effectiveness is weak and we don't have the advantage of numbers, but there are many locals in our ranks who are familiar with the terrain..." Zhao Jun hadn't finished speaking when Luo Yuqiang interrupted him: "That's right! 'The enemy advances, we retreat; the enemy camps, we harass; the enemy tires, we attack; the enemy retreats, we pursue.' The Chairman was truly brilliant. Isn't this exactly the situation of 'the enemy camps, we harass'?"

  "I'm telling you, Luohan, wait until I finish speaking before you respond, okay? You really didn't expect it, did you? Even Zhang Fei can use strategy."

  "Go ahead, what's the big deal? The chairman has long been familiar with these things in the army. I think today's momentum will definitely be useful." Luo Yuguang said with a smug face.

  "Alright, let's get down to business. Luohan is right, only fools would try to take on this bunch head-on. Let's toy with them!" Deng Fangsheng unexpectedly chimed in.

  Nakamura was intently studying the map outside his tent, and unlike some Imperial officers who were dissatisfied with the deployment of the Imperial Field Division in the countryside, feeling that it was beneath the dignity of a warrior to be placed in such a position. Nakamura did not think so, as previous security incidents in Chuzhou had shown that the Chinese people were still unfriendly towards the Imperial Army, and more needed to be done in Nanjing to instill fear in the Chinese people. Therefore, during this security operation, Nakamura was determined to let the despicable Chinese experience the might of the Imperial Army. Yesterday, when passing through a village, he ordered his soldiers to kill everyone without hesitation, using the blood of the Chinese to wipe their bayonets clean.

  Although the resistance force of the Chinese people has not been found yet, Nakamura still did not slack off. However, he really hoped that these mobs would come to his door, so that he wouldn't have to lead his troops through the mountains and valleys like this, and could solve all problems in one battle.

  Chen Jifan brought up all the grenade launchers in the team, he wanted to use these devils to practice his "artillery" hands. "Listen to my orders, give me a good fight, where there are more people, don't worry about shells, until you want this group of dog day's life, shells are plenty!"

  Five mortars fired simultaneously, the scene was quite spectacular. The first shell landed directly on a group of devils, and immediately sent several devils to see the great god of heaven. The remaining devils were caught off guard by the sudden "artillery fire" and were somewhat flustered, with the continuous explosions constantly blowing them up. However, these devils were well-trained after all, and soon each found a place to hide, even gradually forming a defensive formation under the command of officers at all levels.

  Chen Jifan quietly watched the results of the battle through his binoculars. After several rounds of artillery fire, the enemy had only 20 or 30 casualties. He shook his head slightly, completely forgetting that these "artillerymen" were operating the grenade launchers for the first time.

  Wen Chuanhao had already led his ambush team to hide near the enemy camp, he didn't let Jin Suo come, his leg was injured and it wasn't convenient for him to move. He wasn't interested in the chaos on the enemy's camp, he quietly lay there like a sculpture, carefully searching for the Japanese sniper through his scope, snipers were absolutely dangerous people, he not only wanted their lives but also coveted the "97" type sniper rifle in their hands.

  The Japanese army indeed quickly restored order, which surprised Wen Chuanhao a little, but he didn't lose hope because his prey had arrived.

  A Japanese soldier with a few blades of grass on his body was lying behind a stone at the edge of the camp, and another one was hiding under a big tree twenty meters away. However, in Wen Chuanhao's opinion, the enemy sniper's camouflage was very low-level, and the enemy's shadow became clearer and clearer in the sight of the 88-style sniper rifle. Wen Chuanhao put the crosshairs firmly on one of their heads, 600 meters distance, 88-style sniper rifle, special forces elite sniper, Wen Chuanhao didn't think that blowing someone's head off with one shot was a difficult task.

  "Bang", the devil behind the stone wall fell down with a loud noise, and his forehead was opened with a blood hole. Wen Chuanhao quickly turned the muzzle of the gun. Aiming, firing, and finishing in one breath, another gunshot sounded, and the devil sniper behind the tree fell down with a loud noise. Wen Chuanhao quickly retracted the gun and transferred it.

  When the team leader opened fire, Meng Fei and Xu Yougen were not to be outdone. Although the guns in their hands were only Type 38 Arisakas, after a month of training on the mountain, the two men's sniping tactics had improved significantly. Before the battle, the team leader assigned them the task of specifically targeting the enemy's machine gunners and grenade launchers, so after the team leader fired his shot, the two men separately found their targets and began "picking off" the enemy one by one.

  In no time, 6 Japanese soldiers had fallen beside the machine gun, and since Wen Chuanhao's bullets were limited in number and could not be replenished, he could only aim at high-value targets. Those who held military knives and shouted "Ah" became the first choice. Lieutenant Colonel Nakamura was hiding relatively well and would live a little longer.

  The gunfire was sparse, but after each shot, a devil would fall, and it was either an officer or a machine gunner. Nakamura finally realized that the enemy had a godly marksman, and he ordered to stop charging and hide in place to counterattack.

  But the Chinese on the opposite side stopped after fighting for five minutes, and the camp that was previously filled with gunfire and smoke suddenly became quiet. Nakamura immediately realized that the opponent was only a small number of resistance fighters, which could be seen from the accuracy of their grenade throwing. Moreover, the fact that they had already thrown grenades proved that some Imperial Army soldiers had been attacked by them.

  "Damn it!" Nakamura was getting angrier by the minute, earlier that despicable Chinese had launched a sneak attack causing 27 casualties, including one platoon leader, three sergeants, two squad leaders and six machine gunners. What's even more infuriating is that the two elite snipers assigned to him hadn't even shown their faces before they were killed.

  "This is a shame to the Imperial Japanese Army! Brave warriors of the Empire, I command you to capture these despicable Chinese and tear them limb from limb, as an offering to the heroic spirits of our Imperial warriors!"