Anti-Japanese Black Wolf Special Forces

Chapter 577 British Guerrillas

When Mahami heard the fierce fighting sounds coming from behind, he slowed down his pace and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, once we get to our camp and verify your identities, we will release you! As for now, we still need your cooperation!"

Mai Hami spoke in English, and Du Shao could understand some of it, so he nodded and said.

"We have people behind us, can you send someone to support us?"

Of course, the cunning man knew that these people would never come to support him, but in front of his men, he naturally had to put on a show.

This is to prevent people from saying in the future that he abandoned his brothers and only cared about escaping for his own life.

"Support?! How can we support? What can we use to support? There are only so few of us, and the Japanese have a battalion of more than a thousand people. Tell me, how can we support!"

Mahami pulled up an evil smile, and all his men laughed in glee.

Because they deliberately left the map to the Japanese, their purpose was to use Yuan Shuai to delay the Japanese.

How could they possibly turn back and support Yuan Shuai?

Besides, there are more than a thousand Japanese soldiers.

They are only a company of more than a hundred people. Only a fool would go back.

Du Shao didn't say anything else and could only continue to retreat with the team.

When it was getting dark, Mai Hami found a place to stop and rest. He built a fire in the valley and roasted the Japanese canned food.

The woods here are dense and it is located in a valley. Even though they are far away, it is dark and the hillsides and dense branches block the view for the Japanese to find them.

Yuan Shuai and others were still following the direction and heading towards them.

After all, Yuan Shuai, Hu Dacai and other members of the Black Wolf Army are all masters of jungle tracking, especially Yuan Shuai, who has a particularly keen nose.

Even at night, you can smell the scent left in the air after these people passed by.

But after many of the Japanese were killed or injured in successive minefield explosions, they stopped pursuing and instead stopped, built a fire in the woods, and roasted their lunch boxes.

Although the Japanese sent another large group, there was only one squadron of Japanese soldiers at the front, more than 180 people.

After stepping on several minefields in succession, more than 30 of the one hundred Japanese soldiers were killed or injured, leaving only about 150.

The Japanese squadron leader was worried that there was a minefield ahead, so after dark he could only let his troops rest on the spot and continue the pursuit during the day.

After walking for a while, Yuan Shuai in front could already smell the scent of cooking smoke in the wind, so he quickly asked him to stop and hide.

"Boss, there's cooking smoke and the smell of baking cans!"

Hu Dacai squatted on the side, muttering in a low voice.

"Cooking smoke?! Why didn't I see it?"

The Kuomintang brothers around him raised their heads and stretched their necks to look at the sky.

Unfortunately, the dense branches and leaves made it difficult for them to see through.

The night sky was pitch black and no smoke could be seen rising into the sky.

"Not by looking, but by smelling. The smell of baking cans won't rise to the sky!"

Little Sweet Potato reminded cheerfully.

"Yes, it looks like they should be not far ahead!"

The mountain cat was also muttering and looking around with vigilant eyes.

"Is it the devil?"

Wang Shuncheng quickly made a suggestion, otherwise we should take advantage of the Japanese sleeping, sneak over and kill them.

"It shouldn't be the Japs. If they were the Japs, they would have definitely gone over to support us when we heard the gunfire. Since they didn't go over to support us, they shouldn't be the Japs. And the footprints along the way were all big, so they definitely weren't the Japs!"

"What should we do? Master Du is still in their hands!"

"You stay here, my people will go scout first! Wait for us to come back!"

After Yuan Shuai finished speaking, he led his brothers in the Black Wolf Army and quietly advanced forward.

On the hillside not far ahead, there were several British guerrillas standing guard.

It's just that these guys were quite careless.

Moreover, they had come a long way to carry out the mission and were already exhausted.

After finishing their meal, these people leaned against a big tree and rested with cigarettes in their mouths. No one noticed that someone was approaching them.

Yuan Shuai led his men to approach them, and while they were off guard, he covered their mouths with his left hands and put bayonets on their necks with his right hands, scaring them so much that they quickly raised their hands and surrendered.

After all, there are only three soldiers on guard here.

There are six people here with Yuan Shuai.

Six people blocked their mouths with cloth and tied them up together.

Yuan Shuai squatted next to a big tree on the hillside, looking at the situation next to the fire in the valley, and his brows suddenly frowned.

“More than a hundred people!”

"No heavy machine guns, only rifles, light machine guns and submachine guns! Grenade launchers!"

"What kind of gun is that?"

Little Sweet Potato looked at the foreigner's gun with confusion on his face.

"That's a Thompson submachine gun. It was originally an American product, but other countries, including the UK, also imported a lot of it. The US made a lot of money!"

"This gun is pretty good. It comes with a 30-round magazine and can be fired in bursts. It has an effective range of meters!"

"Where's that machine gun over there? Why is it similar to the crutch? It looks a bit like the Czech type!"

"That's a British-made machine gun. Its performance is similar to the Czech model. It can fire in bursts, but it has a curved 30-round magazine, which has 10 more rounds than the Czech model!"

"Boss, Master Du and the others are also in the team!"

Tie Xiaogang quickly pointed in the direction of Du Shao.

What surprised them was that although Du Shao and the others had their hands tied, they were tied in front of them, and there were no signs of beating on their bodies.

At this time, Wang Shuncheng ran over with his men.

"Damn it, there are so many foreigners, what do you think we should do, boss?"

Wang Shuncheng swallowed guiltily.

After all, there were too many foreigners, more than a hundred, and Du Shao and his nine brothers were all arrested.

If someone took Du Shao and the others as hostages, they would be completely helpless.

Yuan Shuai did not answer, but walked to the side of the captured person, looked at the armband with a flashlight, then put the bayonet on the guy's neck and asked in fluent English.

"What is your purpose for coming here this time, guerrillas?"

Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that Yuan Shuai could speak not only Japanese but also English.

Even the captured prisoners were shocked.

Little Sweet Potato pulled the cloth out of his mouth.

He said with a guilty conscience.

"We are here to kill the Japanese. We are the Allies. You can't kill us!"

This guy was speaking English, which the other Chinese soldiers didn't understand, and they looked at Yuan Shuai with confusion.

Of course Yuan Shuai understood, and continued to ask.

"Where is your headquarters, and how many people are here in total?"

"I am a soldier, I cannot be a traitor! Ah!"

Before this guy could finish his words, Yuan Shuai punched him hard, causing him to scream.

The sound immediately alarmed the British troops in the valley.

They quickly got up and held their guns.

"Damn it, it might be the devils, defend, defend!"

Mai Hami shouted loudly.