Chapter 4: The Headquarters of the End Demon Squad (1)

This is truly timely! The map is precisely of this area, detailing every hill, every stream, and every valley, as well as providing detailed annotations of the enemy's troop numbers and approximate equipment at various locations.

He rolled up the map and stuffed it into the small bag he had prepared in advance, and also packed those documents inside. Zheng Xiao looked up and saw the lieutenant's uniform hanging nearby, and an idea suddenly struck him.

This fellow is mumbling as he walks towards the stone, covering his stomach while walking, seemingly having a bit of an upset stomach

Hiding his military uniform and weapons, Zheng Xiao emerged from behind the rubble and stepped towards the enemy's camp

Watanabe on the right sighed and then said, "Alas, this mission is too important; none of us in the squad can rest until the task is completed"

The enemy squad leader did not even raise his head, merely gesturing for him to leave with a wave of his hand, while continuing to study the map.

Zheng Xiaoduan approached with the large bowl, placed it on the table, and then spoke in pure and fluent Japanese, "Squad Leader, it's time for a late-night snack"

Good day, Captain! Two enemy sentinels hurriedly bowed.

About twenty to thirty meters away from the enemy squadron's headquarters, Zheng Xiao quietly lay behind a pile of rocks, holding a binoculars to observe the movements of the enemy.

The enemy on the left, named Mishima, glanced towards the tent entrance and then whispered, "The squad leader has been busy all day; why hasn't he rested yet"

"What kind of task is so important?" Mitsushima asked Watanabe in surprise, "I heard that the Itano squad has been mobilized and is conducting a sweep in this area."

At the entrance of the squadron's tent, two enemy sentries are on guard with their rifles, engaged in low conversations.

The entrance of the squadron department has once again returned to tranquility

Taking a step back, Zheng Xiao glanced around furtively and noticed that there was no one in the room. He knew the moment had come, and with his right hand, he drew a military knife from beneath his clothing at the back, holding it in a reverse grip

A military knife severed the neck of the enemy squad leader, and Zheng Xiao placed the enemy's head he was holding onto the small table to avoid making a sound when it hit the ground, then took the map from the table.

The night is as tranquil as water, and the night in the jungle feels particularly cool

A Japanese officer emerged from inside wearing a military overcoat. Although his face was obscured by the turned-up collar, the lieutenant's insignia on his shoulder seemed to indicate his identity

Since his infiltration, the enemy's squadron headquarters has remained lively, with people constantly entering and exiting the tents, hurrying towards another tent

During the recent covert observation, he had already identified the tent of the enemy squad leader, so now he approached with ease and familiarity

"If you are really sleepy, then a pillow should be provided." Zheng Xiao felt a surge of joy in his heart, and hurriedly lowered his head to run over, taking the large bowl from the sergeant's hands and heading towards the tent where the squad leader was located

After more than an hour of observation, Zheng Xiao had essentially grasped the defensive patterns of the enemy, and had devised a plan for a surprise attack in his mind; now, he was merely waiting for the right opportunity

I have also heard that a Chinese aircraft reportedly crashed in this mountain, carrying a group of researchers and a number of very important experts

In the mountains at night, the temperature is somewhat low, especially when the stones become damp with dew; they feel particularly uncomfortable against the skin. However, Zheng Xiao lies quietly behind the stone, as if he feels nothing at all

Watanabe chuckled and said, "You might as well stop daydreaming and stand guard properly."

"I will be stepping out for a moment; no one is allowed to enter my command post." The captain, wrapped in a coat, snorted through his nose, leaving this vague remark before striding away towards the location of the armory

At that moment, a faint sound seemed to reach his ears, causing him to suddenly open his eyes and look in that direction, "Could it be a snake"

In the telescope, the target finally appeared; it was a cook from the enemy forces. Judging by the rank, he seemed to be a new recruit, likely a cook who had just been assigned to the cooking team.

In just a few moments, Zheng Xiao stripped the enemy of their clothes, putting on the enemy's military uniform. After adjusting it a bit, he found that the outfit fit him reasonably well

So that's how it is, no wonder! Mitsushima suddenly realized, and just as he was about to speak, he heard footsteps behind him. The two individuals from the Tuhua Publishing House quickly straightened their bodies, not daring to say a word

He rushed to the rocky area, and the Japanese cook hurriedly pulled down his pants, then let out a long sigh of relief; that feeling made him feel more comfortable than the emperor himself

Along the way, the enemy has set up at least three checkpoints, and there are even more of them within the camp. Zheng Xiao's disguise to infiltrate poses a considerable risk.

At that moment, a sergeant hurriedly emerged from the kitchen tent, holding a large bowl in his hands. Upon seeing Zheng Xiao, he immediately shouted, "Come here, take this to the squad leader."

Today, the squad leader seems a bit different from usual, Mitsushima murmured to himself as he watched the lieutenant's departing figure

He entered the enemy camp safely and without incident, making his way towards the cooking team’s area. Currently, he held the identity of a cook, and it would likely be inappropriate to suddenly approach the tent where the squad leader was.

There he did not see a snake, but Bian Bin saw a man, a man with a face painted in vibrant colors. What remained in his impression was the other person's gaze, sharp and piercing like a blade.

Inside the tent, there is a tatami mat with a small table on top. A middle-aged Japanese officer, approximately in his thirties, is sitting behind the table, lost in thought as he gazes at the map before him. He habitually taps a red and blue pencil on the table, seemingly deep in contemplation, surrounded by a multitude of documents.

Releasing the neck that he had twisted, Zheng Xiao moved Bian Bin's corpse to a different location to avoid soiling his military uniform. This outfit was crucial for the execution of his plan and could not be tainted by the excrement on the ground

However, Zheng Xiao remained remarkably calm, whistling quietly as he walked.

At the entrance of the tent, two Japanese soldiers on guard nodded in acknowledgment, and Zheng Xiao entered with the bowl of noodles in hand

For Zheng Xiao and his companions, who arrived at this place completely in the dark, this item was truly a timely blessing, and it was of utmost importance

"Why are you still not leaving—" The soldier, seeing that the delivery soldier had not moved from his spot after delivering the meal, felt a bit angry. He raised his head to scold him a few words, but when he looked up, all he saw was a flash of cold light, and the next moment, he knew nothing at all.

If I had known, I wouldn't have stolen that piece of sushi. With this thought in mind, Bin slightly closed his eyes, savoring the delightful sensation.