Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

In the Japanese military headquarters in Wuzhou, Major General Sakurada Takeshi paced back and forth anxiously, his face full of anxiety and urgency.

"Haven't you made contact yet?" he asked again, his voice revealing nervousness and anxiety.

This action was undoubtedly a gamble for him.

If successful, the Chinese army would suffer a heavy blow, which would bring a huge strategic advantage to the Japanese army.

But if he failed, the consequences would be disastrous, as it would mean the annihilation of one of his battalions.

However, he couldn't help but comfort himself in his heart.

Do not!
It shouldn’t be possible. It’s probably not that easy to wipe out one of his teams.

After all, his soldiers are elite soldiers who have undergone rigorous training and have tenacious combat effectiveness and will.

Major General Sakurada Takeshi bit his lips and stared at the communication equipment, hoping for good news as soon as possible.

Various possible situations kept appearing in his mind, and he was thinking about how to deal with them.

The outcome of this gamble is still unknown at the moment, but he knows that he must prepare for the worst and not give up any hope.

"Hai, we haven't contacted the Jingtian Battalion yet." The communications staff officer immediately stood up and reported to the director with a nervous and respectful look.

There was a hint of uneasiness in his eyes, as he knew that this news would make Major General Sakurada Takeshi unhappy.

"Damn it, what the hell is the Iida Battalion doing?" Major General Sakurada Takeshi's face suddenly turned gloomy and he roared angrily.

His eyes were wide open, and anger seemed to be bursting out of them.

This sudden anger instantly made the atmosphere in the command center tense. Everyone was silent and dared not make a sound.

"Your Excellency the Brigade Commander, perhaps they have entered radio silence." The combat staff officer next to him said quickly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere.

His voice trembled slightly, and he carefully observed Major General Sakurada Takeshi's expression.

Although this explanation is a bit far-fetched, it is a reasonable guess under the current circumstances.

After hearing this, Major General Sakurada Takeshi frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

He knew that in certain special circumstances, the troops would enter radio silence to avoid being discovered by the enemy, but at this critical moment, he still felt very uneasy about not being able to contact the Iida Battalion.

"Damn it, according to the time calculation, we should have launched an attack on the Chinese army by now. Why is there no news coming back yet?" Major General Sakurada Takeshi's face became increasingly uglier, and the uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide.

He paced back and forth, his hands clenched into fists, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Is this really a trap?" This thought flashed through his mind, making his heart suddenly tighten.

He tried hard to deny this idea, but the loss of contact with the Jingtian Brigade forced him to doubt it.

"It shouldn't be possible. How could the Snow Fox betray the Empire?" He muttered to himself. In his opinion, the other party would never betray the Empire. After all, they have always been loyal to the Empire.

However, there has been no news from the Jingtian Brigade so far, which is really abnormal.

This abnormality filled him with doubts and worries. He didn't know what had happened, nor how to deal with it. Major General Sakurada Takeshi stopped and looked into the distance with a serious look, as if looking for an answer.

But at this moment, there was only silence all around, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

"Sir, brigade commander, should we send reinforcements?" The operations staff officer lowered his head slightly and asked in a low voice. There was a hint of worry and expectation in his eyes as he waited for Major General Sakurada Takeshi's decision.

"Forget it, let's wait a little longer." Major General Sakurada Takeshi pondered for a while, waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to send reinforcements for the time being.

There was a hint of hesitation on his face, and he was still weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

He knew that sending reinforcements might bring more risks, but if the Jingtian Battalion was really in trouble, not sending reinforcements might lead to serious consequences.

"Maybe I'm too anxious. The Snow Fox will not betray the empire." Major General Sakurada Takeshi said to himself, trying to convince himself of the Snow Fox's loyalty.

A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including trust in the snow fox and worry about the current situation.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and continued to wait for news from the Jingtian Brigade.

At this tense moment, every minute and every second seemed particularly long, and Major General Takeshi Sakurada's heart was filled with anxiety and anticipation.

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On the other side, Ma Dazhi and Yao Ma followed the commandos closely and quietly reached the outer defense line of Wuzhou.

Those members of the team who could speak Japanese played a key role. They pretended to be Japanese soldiers and made the march unexpectedly smooth.

The Japanese soldiers stationed along the way simply conducted a simple inspection and let them pass easily.

The level of success was a bit surprising to everyone.

"So simple?" Someone couldn't help but mutter.

The person who spoke had a puzzled look on his face, and his eyes revealed his confusion about this unusually smooth situation.

He frowned slightly, feeling uneasy in his heart. He always felt that this operation was too smooth, so smooth that it made him feel uneasy.

"Yeah, it's indeed a little too simple, and it makes me wonder if there's some kind of trap." Another person echoed softly, his voice also filled with worry.

He looked around vigilantly, as if looking for possible hidden danger.

"Don't you see what we are wearing now? It's the Japanese's clothes." A person next to him said nonchalantly.

There was a hint of pride in his tone, as if he felt that it was precisely because they were wearing Japanese military uniforms that they were able to pass the inspection so smoothly.

However, his words did not completely dispel the doubts in everyone's minds. Everyone remained highly vigilant and continued to move forward cautiously.

In fact, there are other factors besides the Japanese military uniforms.

Judging from the fact that they were able to successfully impersonate Japanese soldiers and pass inspection, the commandos' Japanese language skills were quite good.

They could communicate naturally with the Japanese defenders and accurately answer questions about unit numbers, task arrangements, etc.

This shows that they are at least able to use daily military Japanese proficiently, including some command language, troop-related terms, etc.

For example, when asked about the unit numbers they belonged to, they were able to say the numbers that were consistent with the Japanese military's organization without hesitation, and their accents and wording did not arouse the Japanese army's suspicion.

This requires a relatively precise grasp of Japanese pronunciation, vocabulary and grammar, just like a real Japanese soldier answering questions.

If it weren't for the exchange of merits, it would probably cost a lot to master these skills.

Even if you have mastered it, you will still make mistakes due to nervousness.

After all, the Japanese troops came from different regions, with different dialects and military slang. The mobilized soldiers who exchanged merits also mastered these contents, so they could communicate more naturally with the Japanese troops.

They knew the dialect vocabulary unique to the Japanese army in certain regions or the slang popular within the army, and were able to use it appropriately.

For example, some colloquial words popular in specific areas of mainland Japan, or slang used in the Japanese military to refer to specific equipment and actions.

Their skillful use of these would make the Japanese soldiers feel that they were part of their own team, making them more convinced.

It was these factors that made this operation go smoothly, but Ma Dazhi and his men were not aware of this and thought it was because of the military uniforms.

It can only be said that military uniforms can only play a small role, and most of the time you still have to rely on proficient spoken English to get away with it.

"Okay, stop guessing and follow closely. The closer we get to Wuzhou City, the more inspections there will be." Ma Dazhi ordered in a low voice.

His eyes were filled with vigilance and solemnity, and he knew that the next action would be even more difficult.

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison, their voices low but full of determination.

They followed Ma Dazhi closely, taking careful and cautious steps, as if they were walking on a tightrope.

As the investigation went on, just as Ma Dazhi had expected, there were indeed more inspections.

At every checkpoint, Japanese soldiers were on high alert, carefully checking passing personnel and vehicles.

Their eyes are sharp and they won't miss any suspicious points.

This is enough to show that the Japanese defense is still very tight.

With such defense, it is basically impossible to get in.

Moreover, the nearby civilians had been relocated, and the entire area seemed particularly deserted and grim. Without the protection of the civilians, the commandos' actions became even more difficult.

They must respond to every inspection more carefully, looking for opportunities to break through.

Everyone's nerves were on edge, as if they could break at any time.

But they did not retreat. The faith and mission in their hearts drove them to move forward, even though there were many obstacles ahead.

"Further ahead is Wuzhou City," Ma Dazhi narrowed his eyes slightly, his sight passed through the smoke in front of him and fell on the Wuzhou City that was looming in the flames of war. His voice was steady and solemn, as if every word carried a heavy weight.

"I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle next. The Japs have set up a tight net around us, and every step may be dangerous. We are like moving forward in the dark and may be ambushed by the enemy at any time. But Wuzhou City is right in front of us. We have no way to retreat and can only move forward." He clenched the gun in his hand, his eyes became more determined, and that look seemed to be able to penetrate the city wall and see the suffering of the people in the city.

"Don't worry, when it comes to fighting, our brothers will never be afraid of death." Yao Ma took a step forward, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his broad chest heaving violently, and every breath was filled with passion and pride.

He patted his chest vigorously, and the "bang bang" sound was particularly loud in the silence, like the beat of a battle drum.

"We have all come through the hail of bullets, and every time we didn't put our heads on the line. We are fighting for our country and our nation. For our compatriots who have been killed by the Japanese, we have long put life and death aside. As long as we can destroy the Japanese, we will never frown, even if we are torn to pieces!" His eyes were as hot as fire as he glanced at his comrades around him. Everyone felt the power to move forward courageously in his eyes.

The surrounding soldiers responded one after another.

"Yes, we are not afraid!"

"Let's fight the Japanese!" The passionate voices rose and fell, echoing in the team.

Hearing this, Ma Dazhi looked at these brothers who were ready to die, and a warm feeling surged in his heart, and his tense expression relaxed slightly.

"Well done, brothers! You are true warriors." His voice was a little hoarse and tears were flashing in his eyes, but his gaze was as hard as steel.

"Wuzhou City is an important stronghold of the devils. We must succeed, no matter how great the cost."

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.

At this time, the team arrived at the city gate quietly and smoothly.

In front of the city gate, the atmosphere was as tense as a bowstring about to break.

The Japanese army's checkpoints were extremely strict. The soldiers were armed with live ammunition and looked at everyone who passed by with vigilant eyes.

This time the inspection was more stringent than the previous checkpoints.

After all, their brigade headquarters is inside the city, which is their core area and cannot afford to make any mistakes, so the inspection must naturally be much more serious.

Every detail is magnified, and every suspicious point may cause a storm.

"The seventh squad of the third battalion?" The second lieutenant in charge of the inspection frowned slightly and muttered to himself. He glanced at the people in Japanese military uniforms in front of him, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

His scrutinizing gaze swept across everyone's faces one by one, as if trying to find some flaws in their expressions.

He thought about it for a while, and he felt something was wrong. This feeling was like a thorn in his heart, making him feel uneasy. But for a moment, he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

Is there something wrong with the number?

But this is the normal organization. Is it the demeanor of these people?
But they looked no different from other Japanese soldiers.

The lieutenant's hands unconsciously tightened around the sword at his waist, and he became even more alert.

The members of the commando team appeared calm on the surface, but each of their palms was slightly sweaty. Their hearts were in their throats, and they were secretly preparing to deal with possible crises.

They knew that any small mistake at this moment could cause the entire operation to fail.

"Do you know Yoshino-kun?" The Japanese second lieutenant in charge of the inspection suddenly spoke. His eyes became sharp, like two shining cold knives, staring straight at the mobilized soldier in charge of negotiating with the Japanese army.

The mobilized soldiers who were in charge of negotiating with the Japanese army were a little confused for a moment.

His heart sank suddenly and his mind went blank. He really didn't know the specific name. This sudden question was like an unsolvable knot that trapped him.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't know how to answer.

Just as he was thinking about how to explain it, trying to piece together a reasonable answer from his chaotic thoughts, Yao Ma beside him could no longer bear it.

A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Do it."

These two simple words, like a battle horn, broke the extremely tense silence.

Yao Ma knew that if he waited any longer he would only fall into a desperate situation. Rather than being discovered by the Japanese army, he might as well give it a try.

He suddenly drew the weapon from his waist and pounced towards the Japanese second lieutenant like a tiger descending from the mountain.

At the same time, other members of the commando team also reacted quickly, took out their weapons and launched attacks on the surrounding Japanese troops.

For a moment, shouts and gunshots intertwined, and the city gate instantly fell into chaos. (End of this chapter)