The expeditionary force began to dominate Southeast Asia by recruiting defeated soldiers

Chapter 455 I’ll give you a stir-fried Japanese pirate dish!

Lin Laisheng raised a finger and put it in front of his mouth to signal for silence.

The people on the boat slowed down their movements and used small wooden oars to slowly slide on the water surface. The speedboat slowly slid into a small tributary with dense forests and bushes on both sides. It was obviously an excellent hiding place.

As soon as the boat docked, Lin Laisheng left a guerrilla fighter to guard the boat, took up his weapons, and took the rest of the people ashore.

Everyone stepped carefully on the muddy and rotten land, made a circle, and returned to the fork in the road.

At this time, the sound of the engine puffing became louder and louder, and an iron-hulled motorboat soon appeared on the surface of the main river in the distance.

The boat wasn't big, and it looked like a Dutch relic. The Japanese insignia was painted on the hull, and the Hinomaru Army flag was planted on the bow. On the deck, two Japanese soldiers, rifles in hand, surveyed the surroundings.

"It looks like just a routine patrol," Karen said, lowering his voice. "They're generally alert, and they don't seem to have noticed us."

"It's difficult. If they keep hanging around here, how can we conduct reconnaissance?" a guerrilla whispered.

"How about I lead them away and you guys continue with your mission?" Zheng Yongchun jumped up and tried to jump into the water, but was stopped by Lin Laisheng.

"No." Lin Laisheng's eyes were firm. "This is not the time for you to act like a hero. These are just a few devils. Just listen to my instructions. We can beat them so hard that they dare not leave the city to investigate again, right?"

A few minutes later, the Japanese patrol boat arrived at the fork in the road.

The Japanese soldiers on the boat were talking in a low voice, with cigarettes hanging from their mouths. They showed no signs of nervousness at all, and only occasionally looked around as a matter of routine.

That’s right, there are no large Allied forces on Sumatra, only some mismatched guerrillas. Why should they be so nervous?

Soon, this ship of Japanese devils paid the price for their carelessness.

"Guhu-guhu-"

The cries of water birds were heard from the shore. The next second, Lin Laisheng pushed aside the bushes camouflaging him in front of him, knelt down, placed the air-dropped RPG launcher on his shoulder, aimed at the slowly moving speedboat not far away, and pulled the trigger a little ahead of the speedboat's body.

"Whoosh-"

There was a flash of fire, and an anti-personnel grenade flew out, propelled by gunpowder.

The few Japanese soldiers on the boat obviously had never heard of the name of the Anmin Army's "single-man cannon". Their first reaction was not to jump off the boat to escape, but to be stunned for a moment, wanting to carefully observe what this thing was?

At this moment of distraction, the warhead of the RPG anti-personnel grenade arrived and hit the small iron shed in the middle of the ship.

"boom--!"

The sensitive piezoelectric ceramic fuse was immediately triggered. Under the effect of the TNT explosion, hundreds of small steel balls flew out, and the surrounding Japanese soldiers immediately danced with joy.

"Pretty!"

Zheng Yongchun, who was hiding on the other side, saw clearly that after one shell, almost all the Japanese on the ship were injured and their combat effectiveness was reduced by more than half.

He immediately took off his camouflage, picked up the M3A1 submachine gun in his hand, and fired wildly at the boat, suppressing the Japanese soldiers above and protecting Lin Laisheng.

The Japanese on the ship were stunned by the sudden and fierce attack.

Encountered guerrillas?

That’s not right. How could the guerrillas have such firepower?

A slightly wounded Japanese veteran immediately lay down and lay on the side of the ship, fired a shot in the general direction of the incoming fire, regardless of whether he hit anyone or not, and immediately lay down to avoid being swept by the fire from Zheng Yongchun's direction.

The remaining recruit was still in a daze. The violent explosion caused tinnitus and deafness in his ears. He was completely dazed and was soon mowed down by the crossfire from Karen, Zheng Yongchun and another guerrilla fighter on the side.

The remaining few Japanese soldiers were also seriously injured and fell on the boat, wailing uncontrollably.

Lin Laisheng dropped the empty RPG, rolled over and quickly moved to another position, then picked up the M1 carbine on his back and frantically pulled the trigger at the Japanese boat. Many bullets hit the side of the boat, sparks flying everywhere.

Suddenly a Japanese soldier rushed out of the iron shed, holding a Type 99 machine gun and firing directly back from the hip.

The bullet flew past Lin Laisheng's ear. He quickly bent down and rolled over, then changed his position and continued shooting.

On the other side, Zheng Yongchun and his men reloaded their ammunition and continued firing. There was madness in his eyes: "I'm going to give you a stir-fried Japanese pirate dish!"

The Japanese veteran who was lying on the ground crawled towards the Type 92 heavy machine gun mounted on the bow of the ship.

"We're close enough, get ready to throw the grenade!" Lin Laisheng, who noticed him, immediately shouted.

"Take it." Karen threw a Coca-Cola bottle filled with oil over, and Zheng Yongchun caught it. It was the famous "Molotov cocktail".

Zheng Yongchun took out a lighter and lit the cloth strip on the bottle mouth. Then the burly man swung his arm and threw the homemade incendiary bomb.

The burning glass bottle drew a beautiful parabola in the air and landed precisely on the deck of the Japanese boat.

Explosions and flames appeared simultaneously on the river, and chaos suddenly broke out on the Japanese patrol boat.

The remaining Japanese veterans and machine gunners were all stuck in the splashing oil, wailing and turning into torches, and finally jumped into the river.

Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, Zheng Yongchun threw another incendiary bomb, completely setting the Japanese boat on fire.

A few minutes later, the Japanese patrol boat was engulfed in flames and half-sunk in the river.

The Japanese soldiers in the water tried to struggle, but were soon hit by bullets from all directions.

Seeing that the Japanese had sunk into the water and were motionless, everyone returned.

Lin Laisheng sat back on the bow, panting. He looked at the river filled with black smoke and grinned, "The battle has begun."

Karen wiped the sweat off his face and looked at Lin Laisheng: "You really do this job, not just to gild yourself."

Zheng Yongchun also said, "Instructor Lin is very capable. We admire him. I'll treat you to a meal when we get back!"

"We have to hurry." Lin Laisheng waved his hand and looked across the river. "The Japs will hear the explosion and send more people over soon. Let's hurry up and reconnaissance before retreating."

The speedboat started again against the backdrop of flames and continued upstream along the Musi River, heading towards the core area of ​​the oil field.

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Soon, as more and more supplies, weapons, and personnel were airdropped in, the reconnaissance operations organized by Lin Laisheng became more and more proactive.

The genius engineer Harriman modified more homemade speedboats for everyone to maneuver.

The guerrillas, which had been reorganized into the 277th Special Operations Regiment, had received systematic jungle warfare training. They attacked everywhere with explosives, submachine guns, and RPGs, making the Japanese soldiers suffer terribly. It seemed that for a while, the river and the rainforest were full of enemies, and they could only retreat into the city and factory areas, handing over the wild areas to the enemy.

More than half a month later, Lin Laisheng had a detailed map in his hands, which marked all the oil refining and pumping facilities, oil storage tank areas, and logistics nodes such as oil pipelines, regulating valves, and valve wells.

On another map, the distribution of the Japanese garrison forces, the layout of coastal defense facilities, and the locations of shallows, cliffs, jungles, and streams are marked in detail.

This is exactly what Zhang Chi requested. Next, the Anmin Army's air force will only bomb those oil pipelines to complete the task of destroying the Japanese's oil refining capabilities and report to the Allies.

After the air strike, they waited for enough ships and logistics to be assembled and landed on Sumatra across the sea.

However, this time it is a long-distance amphibious landing across hundreds of nautical miles, instead of the last landing at Kuala Lumpur Port, which was almost at the doorstep. Therefore, compared to the air strike that can be launched soon, Zhang Chi expects the landing operation to be launched until the end of the year.