That night, there was a cliff behind Yangcun.

Two black shadows suddenly appeared under the pitch-black cliff.

The two black shadows climbed up carefully, carefully observed the situation nearby, and confirmed that everything was normal.

The two black shadows took the rope on their backs, tied one end to a big tree, and then threw the rope down.

These two black shadows are members of Yamamoto's agent team.

At this moment, Yamamoto Kazuki and his special agents were waiting at the foot of the mountain.

Seeing the rope hanging down from the mountain, Yamamoto Kazuki showed a sneer on his face, and then waved his hand.

The Japanese crawled up the mountain one by one. These Japanese crawlers were well-trained and flexible in shape.

The cliff that was dozens of meters long climbed up in just a short while.

Soon dozens of Japanese devils all climbed up.

Yamamoto Ichiki raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was already 2:30 in the morning.

This period of time is basically the most sleepy time for people and the most sleepy time.

Yamamoto Kazuki said softly: "The village in front is Yangcun, which is only two kilometers away from Daxia Bay."

"Before three o'clock, we have to rush to Daxia Bay, and then suddenly launch an attack, striving to end the battle before three o'clock, and eliminate the target person, and retreat quickly."

"Hayi!"

Several Japanese officers around responded respectfully.

Yamamoto Kazuki nodded with satisfaction, and then ordered: "The first combat team is responsible for opening the way forward."

"Silently bypass Yangcun from the edge of the village, and then head straight to Daxia Bay."

"Hayi!" a Japanese officer responded respectfully.

Yamamoto Kazuki then ordered: "The second combat team followed up, cover the first team, and be ready to support the first team at any time."

"The third combat team is the defender!"

"Hayi!"

“Set out ~!”

"Hayi!"

Then the Japanese, as Yamamoto Ichiki's instructions, set out separately, and under the cover of night, they quietly advanced towards Yangcun.

The Japanese were preparing to walk around Yangcun from a small road beside the village.

Yamamoto Ichiki looked at his soldiers and disappeared from his sight one by one, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, the old Japanese was also very excited. It was only two kilometers away from Daxia Bay. For Yamamoto, it was only one step away from victory.

If this battle is won, Yamamoto Ichiki will become famous all over the world. The old Japanese seem to have seen that scene.

However, when the Japanese vanguards walked to the entrance of Yangcun Village, their movements attracted the attention of the Eighth Route Sentinels.

The Eighth Route Sentinel suddenly woke up, flashed out from behind a courtyard wall, held up a gun, and asked loudly: "Who is it? Command!"

He had already vaguely seen people flashing not far away, but where is this place? It is the hinterland of the Eighth Route Base Area, and behind it is Daxia Bay, which is the headquarters.

The territory of the Eighth Route Army within a radius of dozens of miles was basically all over the Eighth Route Army. The sentry never dreamed that the Japanese devils would suddenly touch this place at night.

The Japanese were also shocked and unprepared.

Because according to their previous information, there was no garrison from the Eighth Route Army in Yangcun.

However, these Japanese devils have received strict training and their reaction speed is still very fast.

A Japanese man quickly raised his gun, pointed it at the Eighth Route Sentinel and pulled the trigger directly.

"Da da~!"

Two crisp gunfire sounds, and a beautiful shot. The Eighth Route Sentinel was shot and died heroically without having time to dodge.

At this time, another sentry ran over, raised his gun and shot it into the darkness, and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack~!Enemy attack~!"

With a "puff!", a blood arrow spurted out from his forehead, and the sentry leaned down to the ground.

Seeing that it had been completely exposed, the Japanese devils rushed into the village without stopping.

"Da da da da da~!"

A dense gunfire sounded, and a hot tongue of flame spewed out from one roof.

This is the Eighth Route Army's secret whistle, but the Japanese were well-trained and several Japanese soldiers cooperated with each other to attack forward.

As a gunshot sounded, the machine gun on the roof was also knocked out by the Japanese.

Then dozens of Japanese devils rushed into Yangcun Village.

At this time, the Eighth Route Army soldiers in the village woke up from their sleep. Many soldiers were wearing clothes while running out quickly.

The scene was in chaos.

Some soldiers met the Japanese as soon as they left the house.

"Da da da da da~!"

The dense gunfire kept ringing, and the Japanese were incredible in combat and their firepower was also very strong.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers were unable to prevent the mistakes, and they suffered heavy casualties and could not organize effective resistance.

But at this time, the Japanese were also confused.

"Baga~! How could there be so many Eighth Route Army members!"

At this time, the Japanese realized that the Eighth Route Army stationed here was not a small army at all.

The Eighth Route Army was everywhere in the village. Although the Japanese were fierce, they were unable to resist it after the Eighth Route Army counterattack.

At this time, Yamamoto Ichiki also came outside the village. Listening to the constant gunfire and explosions coming from the front, the old Japanese furious.

A little Japanese man ran back from the front and said respectfully: "Report to your Excellency Colonel, the first combat team was discovered by the enemy sentry and has now exchanged fire."

"The village is full of the Eighth Route Army. Chuluo estimated that there would be hundreds of people. The second team has already rushed to the battlefield to support it, but in a short period of time, they may not be completely eliminated."

"Bagaya Deer!"

Yamamoto Ichigi cursed in anger: "According to our information, isn't there no Eighth Route Army in Yangcun?"

"How come so many Eighth Route Army members suddenly appeared?"

The devil lowered his head and replied, "Well! I don't know much about it."

Yamamoto Ichigi gritted his teeth and said, "Notify the First Battle Team and the Second Battle Team to alternate cover, withdraw immediately from the battle and retreat in full swing."

"Your Excellency Colonel, do you mean to cancel this mission? But we are about to arrive at Daxia Bay, and victory is right in front of us."

"Baga!"

Yamamoto Kazuki said angrily: "As soon as the gunshots sounded, the fighter planes had disappeared. Do you think it is meaningful for us to go to Daxia Bay now?"

"What's more, there are so many Eighth Route Army members in Yang Village, we cannot get out in a short time. There are all Eighth Route Army members nearby, and soon their troops will come from all directions."

"By that time, we will not only be unable to reach Daxia Bay, but we may not even be able to escape unscathed."

"Retreat immediately, no mistakes are allowed!"

"Hayi!"

Yamamoto Ichiki was also very decisive. Although he was a little disappointed, he did not want to sacrifice the lives of his soldiers in vain, so he ordered the troops to retreat directly.

After Yamamoto Kazuki's order was issued, the Japanese immediately alternated cover and began to retreat quickly along the original path.
Chapter completed!