"Don't ask, I don't know if I ask!" Sang Yongliang said helplessly as he ran.

In fact, he really didn't know what was going on. In the evening, the radio station contacted the superior suddenly gave an order, asking them to quickly reach a wooded joint 10 kilometers south of Handan City to help carry things.

Well, Sang Yongliang and the others came here, so of course they helped Hu Yizhou and the others carry things, and also got some good things for their own home. The stronghold was silently removed. The Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold could be left for the Japanese, but the things on the Japanese puppet troops had to be taken away, right?

There are also various supplies and various guns, ammunition, telephone and telephone lines in the base, and they have to be taken away. The animals in the base, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, etc., must be taken away? This is a perfect thing, I like it very much!

There are also pots and pans that will always be useful after taking away, right? Even the beds, tables and stools of the Japanese and puppet troops, the telephone lines scattered on the road, the doors and windows, etc., will always be useful when taking them back?

These things are messy and not valuable, but they are indeed useful things. The security team may not look down on them, but the Eighth Route Army will definitely like them very much.

So the telegram sent Sang Yongliang and his camp closest to Handan. Well, Sang Yongliang's camp is also the only battalion-level unit in Handan with a radio station...

Then why did you send a telegram to Sang Yongliang until now? Isn’t this to keep it a secret?

As for whether the security team can take down those strongholds? No matter the leaders of the Eighth Route Army or the liaison officers who came, it seems that no one doubts the security team's attack ability.

In the night, Sang Yongliang led more than 1,000 main forces of their camp and more than 1,000 militias from the base area to advance rapidly along a not-so-wide highway.

Around Handan, the soldiers of the Special Forces Reconnaissance Company have completed the removal of the first batch of strongholds and are moving towards the second batch of strongholds.

In the past two years, in order to control the railway lines and surrounding highway lines, the Japanese have also worked hard to build various strongholds. Especially around Handan and on both sides of the railway line, there are many strongholds of various sizes.

No matter how powerful the security team is, it is impossible for them to remove all the strongholds overnight.

Therefore, the main attack direction of the security team this time is the strongholds along the railway and the strongholds radiating to both sides. In addition, there are several strongholds directly west of Handan City.

Of course, there were more than 17 strongholds that needed to be removed, but considering the physical fitness of the soldiers, Hu Yizhou determined 17 targets.

"Gugugugugugume..." In the dark night, the night owl's cry was particularly terrifying, and it seemed that he felt a stream of death rising.

"Gagahahaha..." I don't know if the pheasant there was awakened and made an ugly cry.

"Jijijijijijijijijiji..." The birds singing with unknown names also came one after another, as if this night was particularly noisy.

Of course, through the contact signals among these birds' chirping, the second wave of attack began again.

Still approaching slowly, then use a soft pistol or directly kill the sentry, throw it in the tiger's cake where there is a dog, and then approach, sneak in, get in, turn the scent, turn your head and leave...

After this process is completed, there will be basically no living people left in a stronghold.

Well, it's not right.

"Okay, the target No. 7 has been taken down. Hurry up and let liaison officer Zhang come over to identify which one is the undercover agent who came into the Eighth Route Army. Don't make any mistakes!" Looking at the puppet army full of the room, Xiuxian waved and asked someone to take the liaison officer of the Eighth Route Army over.

That's right, the intelligence personnel of the Eighth Route Army are very powerful. Several of these strongholds have sneaked into the Eighth Route Army's undercover personnel. The special forces team members only knew about this before the operation, which shows how much importance the Eighth Route Army attaches to these undercover personnel.

"Okay, even him, and these two can be transformed! Others...you can do whatever you want!" Zhang Jueming looked at the puppet army who fell to the ground and sighed slightly. Well, the underground personnel who worked hard to invade, this time they were completely useless.

"Okay, action! Let the brothers of the Guard Company take action this time!" Xiuxian waved his hand and asked the special forces members to guide the soldiers of the Guard Company 1 to twist their necks. This is also a kind of training in advance...

The second batch of attack targets were quickly completed, and Sang Yongliang and the others also rushed to the agreed location with the militia.

"Gugugugugugume..." The night owl's cry still resounded in the woods.

"Battery Commander, this night owl is so cunning, right? I'm all goosebumps!" A squad leader said with a trembling heart.

"Damn, the last time you fought to the death of three Japanese devils alone, I didn't see you. This time I was scared by a few birds? You are the only one, and you are from your class. Let's walk forward a few steps and learn to meow together!" Sang Yongliang said.

"Learn to meow?" Several people were confused.

"Meow Meow..." But soon, the meows of cats of different sizes and strengths mixed together.

"Gagaha..." The night owl stopped chirping, and no one knew whose duck ran into the forest again.

"Geeh..." Okay, the big rooster crowed in advance.

"Hahaha, Comrade Sang Yongliang, right? I am Li Desheng, a liaison officer sent by my superiors!" When I met the secret code, the birds cried and Li Desheng walked out of the forest.

"Hahaha... Hello Comrade Li!" Sang Yongliang greeted him.

Soon, the two of them explained what happened tonight. Sang Yongliang turned around and separated the people he brought and headed towards several nearby strongholds. Not long after, he entered the unplugged stronghold.

"Be good... this is killing people without blood!" An Eighth Route Army soldier was pulling down the good things on the Japanese. Looking at the Japanese's soft neck, he felt a chill.

"Okay, let's take action quickly! The things must be placed in different categories and sent to Ma'anshan! This time, our camp can divide a lot of good things!" Sang Yongliang could already know that it was the security team that was taking action, which means that the harvest tonight would not be small.

Time passed quickly, and the killing continued in waves, until two o'clock in the morning, and finally the removal of all target strongholds was completed.

That night, the security regiment killed more than 200 Japanese soldiers alone, and seven or eight hundred puppet troops also lost their lives. Of course, Sang Yongliang and the others who were picking up things behind were also rewarded.

Well, those more than fifty bicycles, 14 sideboard motorcycles and 5 trucks will not be distributed to the Eighth Route Army. Sang Yongliang felt it was a pity.

Not to mention anything else, would it be better if I could just ride a bicycle! That was Sang Yongliang's idea.
Chapter completed!