Comrade, Your Ingredients Are Too Complicated

Sometimes, when God closes a door for you, even the windows will be welded shut for you.

Just when Yamamoto was still secretly happy, he felt that there was no way out. The scene that happened before him made Yamamoto, an old devil, almost despair, as if even the great god Amaterasu had abandoned him.

Just after he had ridiculed the Eighth Route Army defenders for being brave and foolish and not thinking clearly enough, reality slammed him to the ground.

A bunch of torches suddenly lit up below the cliff. Under the light of the fire, he could clearly see that there were at least six hundred people waiting for them.

Moreover, these enemies are very cunning and obviously organized and premeditated. They were spread out and stuck at the limits of the grenade's range.

Even the soldiers with the best grenade skills in the special forces can hardly guarantee a hit rate.

Because this was a decapitation mission, they did not bring the white phosphorus bombs commonly used by the Army. It was difficult for ordinary grenades to cause large-scale damage.

When the sharp-eyed soldier of the Independence Regiment below saw a figure appearing on the edge of the cliff with the vision provided by the flare, he immediately shouted about it.

The soldiers below the cliff started shouting in unison according to the previous drill.

"Yamamoto! I will **** you, Sennin!"

"Lin Zhiqiang, staff officer of the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army: I just want to say one word, what can you say if you rob me?"

The first sound was not neat at the beginning, but after adjusting the rhythm with the second sound, the third sound had the momentum of shouting slogans during training on weekdays.

Various national quintessences such as northern dialects and southern dialects are gathered into greetings to Yamamoto Kazuki’s family.

Even comrades who had attended Japanese language training classes organized themselves to help Yamamoto recall the taste of home in a standard Osaka accent.

Hearing the abuse directed at him from below, Yamamoto Kazuki was filled with hatred. He extremely regretted why he had learned so many dialects of the Republic of China.

The colonel, who was usually pampered and had been sacrificed by others, had experienced hundreds of people scolding him, but he could not lose his mind even if he got angry again.

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 would probably have little effect.

In this situation, if anyone dares to slide down, he will definitely be beaten into a sieve.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt relieved. Yamamoto's intuition has always been very accurate. All of his special agents should be handed over here.

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

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

He waved and motioned for the communications soldier who was following him to come closer. He decided to have one last conversation with Lieutenant General Yoshio Shinozuka who trusted him before he died.

The agent team member carrying the communicator seemed to be infected by his captain's will to die. He connected to the First Army headquarters in Taiyang faster than usual.

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

While he was still sleeping, he immediately jumped out of bed when he learned that Kazuki Yamamoto, who was on a mission, had called him.

He was not angry because his dream was ruined by the correspondent. Instead, he went directly to Masabu Hirata's room to wake him up and listen to the call together.

Good news to share together.

Yoshio Shinozuka knew that when performing a mission, the Yamamoto Special Agents would enter silent mode and would not contact him unless there was something particularly important.

And now that Ai Jiang is calling, he must have completed the task to tell him the good news.

As for failure? Sorry, Yoshio Shinozuka would never even think about letting someone else's ambition destroy his own prestige.

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

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

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

"Although this sentence is suspected of excusing myself, our intelligence has been leaked. Including but not limited to our equipment, routes and personal habits."

"There is an old saying in China that even when a person is about to die, his words are also good. I hope that the Lieutenant General can strictly investigate the senior officials of the First Army. This is not only for you but also for His Majesty Tianlu."

"I can only repay your kindness with death."

After finishing speaking, Yamamoto hung up the phone before Shinozuka Yoshio could speak.

Determined to fight to the death, he had an extremely calm mind 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 only have about a thousand people.

Since there were six hundred people under the cliff, there was at most only one battalion in the previous defensive position.

If we continue to fight, we will not only face more enemies, but we will also have a long way to go before we can fight back.

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

What's more, the enemy even knows his name clearly. The Eighth Route Army soldiers below must be sharpening their knives and waiting for him to go down and be slaughtered. He went down to die because his brain was broken.

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

Moreover, after the previous battle, Yamamoto Kazuki had initially figured out the firepower distribution of the defenders, and he was confident that he could replace more enemies.

The Yamamoto Special Agents are no weaker than any organization in their lives, and they will die on the way to charge.

But what he didn't know was that Tai Y had been plotted by Kong Jie from the moment he set off.

Fully half of the so-called six hundred people under the cliff were scarecrows wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms.

The distance between the two sides made it difficult to distinguish the dummy among the troops even with a telescope, not to mention that Yamamoto was still being scolded by his comrades.

A true defensive master will use various calculations to make his enemy choose the place where he is most prepared.

If you leave the trenches dug in advance and don't use them, you will only fight with the enemy's elite in undefended mountains if your brain is full of water.

Just like the village was heavily guarded and forced Yamamoto's special forces to go up the cliff, Kong Jie now uses the empty city strategy to prevent the enemy from going down.

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

Moreover, all the firepower of the independent regiment has been concentrated on the cliff. The Chinese are his ancestors in playing psychological warfare.

What does it mean to be full of martial virtue (fight and retreat!

However, there is no regret on the battlefield. From the moment the information was reported to the headquarters by Huang He, the fate of Yamamoto and others had been decided.

After making a decision, Yamamoto pulled out his command knife. He looked at the team members with death-defying expressions around him and ordered all the survivors to be injected with methamphetamine.

This drug can cause hallucinations and increase self-confidence and courage. Most importantly, the drug provides sustained mental focus.

Normally, as elites, they would not use such drugs that are harmful to the human body. But now that it's time to fight hard, there's no need to worry about your health.

I thought for a long time, classics cannot be wasted, they must be doubled! Are you satisfied with the collective scolding of these 300 people?

I'll send him to death tomorrow. It's a bit fun to play jokes today.