AWB Chapter 308 Bai Luo's Plan
Chapter 308 Bai Luo's Plan
During the time that Ozawa Yuji was mobilizing troops in various places,
Bai Luo, along with Zhang Qing, had already bombarded three locations belonging to the Japanese.
The Japanese city hall, three warehouses for Japanese merchants, and the police station of the collaborators.
Although the casualties were not significant, it really gave the Japanese troops in Ershi a hard time.
After Bai Luo and Zhang Qing once again evaded a patrol of Japanese soldiers, they emerged from a small alley.
Zhang Qing looked at the Japanese patrol that had just run past and said with some worry.
"Xiao Luo, there are more and more Japanese soldiers on the streets now. I'm afraid we won't have many opportunities to cause trouble for the Japanese anymore?"
Bai Luo said to Zhang Qing after hearing this.
"Uncle Zhang, this is just the beginning. The real show is about to begin."
When Zhang Qing heard that Bai Luo had another plan, he quickly pressed for details.
"Xiao Luo, what's the plan next?"
Seeing Zhang Qing's curious gaze, Bai Luo slowly uttered two words.
"Sniper."
"Snipe? Snipe who? The Japanese commander? The Japanese commander shouldn't be easy to kill, right?"
Zhang Qing asked with some doubt.
Bai Luo watched as more and more Japanese soldiers appeared on the radar in his mind.
A chilling smile appeared on his lips as he explained to Zhang Qing.
"Of course it wasn't the Japanese commander. The death of one Japanese commander wouldn't affect the operation of the entire Japanese force in Ershi."
My goal is to snipe all Japanese soldiers at the squad leader level or above in Ershi City. I want to completely paralyze the Japanese grassroots command.
Only when the Japanese army lacks a large number of junior officers will they be temporarily unable to send troops out to arrest civilians.
"Huh? Can they even kill them all? Besides, these low-ranking Japanese officers are all in the barracks..."
As Zhang Qing spoke, he suddenly turned to look at a group of Japanese patrolmen who had disappeared from sight.
He seemed to understand why Bai Luo was causing explosions everywhere.
These days, aren't Japanese squad leaders and other officers running around everywhere?
Zhang Qing was shocked by Bai Luo's bold idea.
Seeing that Zhang Qing had figured out what he had done, Bai Luo patted Zhang Qing's arm.
"Uncle Zhang, notify the intelligence network that they can stop making explosions. Leave the rest to me."
Zhang Qing glanced at Bai Luo with some concern, but ultimately proceeded with Bai Luo's plan.
Around 1:30 PM.
The city of Er, which had been filled with explosions, suddenly fell silent.
At this time, the streets, big and small, were filled with strongholds established by Japanese soldiers.
At this time, it was at the intersection of a main street in the south of Er City.
A small squad of 50 Japanese soldiers was ordered to garrison this area.
The wide street had been blocked by barricades, with a machine gun emplacement on each side of the barricades.
Meanwhile, two Japanese officers were sitting on one of the bunkers, chatting.
"Lieutenant Mishima, what exactly happened with the explosion this morning? Has headquarters caught those who carried out the bombing?"
Yoshio Mishima glanced sideways at his sergeant major and cursed him inwardly as an idiot.
If the headquarters had caught them, would they still be starving here?
But this idiot is, after all, my sergeant major, so I still have to give him some face.
But just then, Mishima Yuo, who was about to respond to his subordinate, suddenly felt as if he had been hit on the back of the head by a sledgehammer.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head, and Mishima Yuo felt his vision go black before he collapsed to the ground.
He lay motionless on the ground.
The Japanese sergeant standing nearby was stunned for a moment when he saw the large hole in Mishima's head.
But in less than a second, the Japanese sergeant major reacted immediately.
He immediately ducked behind him to cover his rear, shouting at the same time.
"Sniper..."
But before he could finish speaking, a bullet that seemed to come from nowhere shattered his neck.
"Gurgle... gurgle."
The Japanese sergeant, whose neck had been broken, did not die immediately. Instead, his body slumped against the bunker, blood gushing from his mouth.
His eyes were wide open, and his body was convulsing.
But then nothing happened.
Upon seeing this, the remaining Japanese soldiers immediately sought cover on the spot, then raised their Type 38 rifles and kept their eyes fixed on the positions where snipers might be hiding.
But even with their eyes practically popping out of their sockets, they still couldn't pinpoint the location of the enemy that had shot their squad leader and sergeant.
But at this moment, they dared not leave their cover easily.
More than a minute passed.
Only one Japanese medic dared to crawl toward the body of the already dead Yuo Mishima.
The one who sniped the two Japanese soldiers was Bai Luo.
At this point, he had already reached another Japanese checkpoint.
It was two hours later when Jujiro Itai received news that a large number of junior officers had been sniped.
It was now 3:25 p.m.
In just two hours, Bai Luo had sniped 58 Japanese soldiers of squad leader rank or higher.
"Snapped."
The meeting room of the Ershi City Command Headquarters.
The Japanese guards at the door were startled again by the loud slamming of the table from inside the room.
Inside the meeting room, Jujiro Itai's face was grim.
His eyes were fixed on the report his subordinates had just delivered, detailing the sniper killing of a junior officer.
Looking at the list of more than 50 junior officers who had died in battle, Jujiro Itai's anger reached its peak.
Meanwhile, Ozawa Yuji, who was standing to the side, frowned after reading the report.
He was pondering what the enemy's intentions were in doing this.
But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.
After a period of impotent rage, Jujiro Itai's anger was gradually suppressed by reason.
After thinking for a moment, he spoke to Ozawa Yuuji.
"Order all Imperial officers to change into soldiers' uniforms, and at the same time, deploy snipers to all high-rise buildings."
Also, get all the Special Higher Police officers mobilized.
If an officer snipes again, immediately seal off that area and search it inch by inch.
Even if it means turning the entire city upside down, I will drag these rats out of the gutter.
"Hi."
Ozawa Yuji immediately accepted the order and walked towards the conference room door.
4:55 PM.
Bai Luo hid in an alleyway, watching the Japanese symbols that kept appearing on the monitoring radar at a high position.
Bai Luo smiled and thought to himself that the Japanese were quite quick to react.
But this was no challenge for Bai Luo. He quickly took out a Japanese military uniform from his spatial storage and put it on.
He then swaggered out of the alley and climbed up to a nearby three-story building.
But Bai Luo soon discovered that the Japanese had become smarter. He observed several Japanese patrol teams, and they were all composed of Japanese soldiers.
We couldn't even see a single Japanese soldier of the rank of sergeant.
This gave Bai Luo a bit of a headache.
"Did the Japanese withdraw all their officers?"
Bai Luo thought this was unlikely, but it was quite possible that it was a Japanese officer dressed as a soldier.
Thinking of this, Bai Luo observed the Japanese patrol team passing by him even more carefully.
Soon, Bai Luo discovered something suspicious about a patrol team.
Bai Luo looked at a patrol team that had just passed by his building, about 100 meters away.
With his eyes fixed on a Japanese soldier in the middle of the patrol, Bai Luo looked at the pair of gleaming riding boots on his feet.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
"You little devil, your chicken feet are showing."
As Bai Luo spoke, he took out a VSS sniper rifle from his spatial storage.
After quickly loading his gun, Bai Luo glanced at the Japanese soldiers on the surrounding high ground.
After confirming that no one was paying attention to their side.
He raised his hand and fired a shot into the head of the Japanese soldier whose chicken feet were sticking out.