It was just after noon and the sun was still dazzling.
The Japanese transport team vaguely appeared in the distance.
The hunters were lurking in the woods 150 meters away on one side of the road.
They have been lying in wait here all night.
Fortunately, it's summer now, so it's not a big deal.
Zhu Han lay down in a secret place and stared at the group of people with a telescope.
"Director, do you see anything?"
"The two trucks were moving very slowly, with very low suspension and obvious ruts. They should not be used to transport people with such heavy weights."
"Four mule carts followed, and the stuff was very mixed."
"The long wooden box is most likely a rifle, and the short one is either a bullet or a grenade."
"There are still a few bags of food."
"It's strange."
Zhu Han handed the telescope to Wei Yong and then said:
"What is so heavy? If the car is full of weapons and ammunition, then the number of people escorting it is too small."
"Is it a cannon? No, the cannon has wheels and is towed."
Wei Yong also saw some clues:
"Sergeant, communications officer, two crooked guns, and a grenade team. This damn equipment is for an elite unit."
"Even Ergouzi holds nearly 20 Czech guns. These sons of bitches have harmed many villagers, so they can be so respected by the Japanese."
"Then shall we still fight?"
Wei Yong seemed to be asking Zhu Han.
In fact, I wanted to explore his thoughts.
If Zhu Han was determined to retreat, he could still persuade him while the enemy was far away.
"A fight is definitely going to happen, and we are fully prepared."
"But I don't want to fight an unprepared battle."
Zhu Han took back the telescope and continued his investigation.
He always felt that something was wrong, but what exactly was wrong?
Is the morale of the puppet army too high?
Was it actually the Japanese army in disguise?
But you can’t fake your height.
Is that because of the Japanese?
Ninety-eight helmets, Zhaowu clothes.
Carrying a rucksack on his back, bullet box, dry food bag, canvas bag hanging on his waist...
etc!
Canvas bag!
Why do they need an extra canvas bag if they already have a ration bag?
The Japanese army did issue something called a taro bag.
But that thing is a shoulder bag for carrying soldiers' personal belongings or storing special items.
It should be carried in a backpack when marching, and it is half the size of this.
etc!
Isn’t this canvas bag just the right size to hold their 99 gas masks? ?
This thing itself doesn't have many devils, and it needs to be hung on the waist for easy access.
The stuff in the car is ready to come out.
"Tell Lao Liu quickly, the car is loaded with poison gas bombs, and no unscrupulous cannons are allowed in this ambush!"
"yes!"
The messenger did not dare to delay and hurried to report.
"His grandma, that's it!"
Wei Yong's eyes almost burst out with fire.
This group of beasts actually intends to use such evil things to attack the Chinese military and civilians indiscriminately.
"The puppet soldiers who can get such a job must have done a lot of immoral things."
Zhu Han sneered, his face almost dripping with gloom.
"They know how wicked they are, and they know our rules even more, so they will definitely not surrender. We must deal with them first, and then kill the Japanese with the advantage of numbers and firepower."
"Now the plan has changed. We will give both mines to the puppet troops in front. When the mines go off, we will focus on the enemy first."
"Send the order, don't blow up the car with grenades, and then beat me to death!"
"If anyone dares to injure one of his own to save bullets, even if he is injured, I will punish him!"
"Look!"
Wei Yong happily agreed and picked up the detonator.
This thing was done temporarily by Zhu Han.
It uses the principle of an electric heater, which is very simple.
The cloth wrapped with copper wire is used as a conductor. It is only for temporary use anyway, and there is no need to care about the service life.
Seeing the enemy walking into the ambush, Wei Yong turned the switch fiercely.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the ground shook.
The American broad-blade landmines are well known to everyone.
The projectile was filled with 700 steel balls and 1.5 pounds of TNT, which is about 680 grams.
The Eighth Route Army did not have that much TNT.
Only a few mortars were dismantled from two unexploded mortar shells sent to the arsenal two days ago.
But there was a lot of black powder.
Zhu Han was so crazy that he packed nearly 10 kilograms of mixed explosives into each mine.
There are countless steel balls, nails and the like.
The "landmine" made of thick steel and thin alumina weighs nearly 30 pounds.
The back is leaning on a big rock, and the front is piled with gravel.
Anyway, there are such big rocks in the open spaces on both sides of the road, so they don't look out of place.
Cover it with a piece of cloth and draw patterns in the colors on the picture.
Nothing can be seen beyond 30 meters.
So what was detonated this time was not so much a mine as it was a cannon that fired cannonballs.
In a few tenths of a second, countless steel balls and gravel flew like bullets toward the puppet troops 30 meters away.
At this moment, blood rained all over the sky.
There were more than a dozen people who were directly smashed.
More were covered in blood, lying on the ground wailing, looking like they would not survive.
Even those who can still stand are in trouble.
"Baga! Mine!"
Looking at this purgatory scene, the enemy was not yet frightened.
Another loud noise followed.
Explosions in different directions, the same flesh and blood flying everywhere.
This group of more than 200 people who were gathered together by the Japanese and loyal to them was reduced by 70% in an instant.
The rest no longer had the will to fight and could only run away.
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"
Before the mushroom cloud hovering overhead had dissipated, the Eighth Route Army had already fired countless bullets.
Less than two hundred meters away.
The rifling is intact.
The bullet is brand new and unopened.
The rifle can fire ten rounds in semi-automatic bursts.
A group of Eighth Route Army veterans.
These few elements were loaded together, giving them an incredible fighting power.
"Baga! The enemy's ace group!"
"Organizational defense..."
"Boom!"
A crisp sound.
The small hole that appeared in the ensign's head made him shut up.
"Who hit him? Didn't he know I was targeting him?"
"Who do you blame for inferior skills?"
Zhu Han specifically explained that the messenger must be contacted first before firing, so Wei Yong was a little slow.
If you can't say it, then you can only vent your anger on the Japanese.
The extremely serious battlefield actually allowed the soldiers to joke.
There is no way, our strength does not allow us to keep a low profile.
Ten-shot semi-automatic, low recoil.
It's almost as fast as a small machine gun.
The soldiers naturally discovered this.
Many people spontaneously formed groups of three to cooperate in shooting.
The actual effect is even better than that of a machine gun.
The Japanese have never seen this battle before.
He was beaten so hard that he fell on his back.
"Hurry up and let the third platoon fire, don't let the Japanese organization's defense take shape!"
Although the Japanese were cruel, they had to admit that they were well-trained.
Even now that the second lieutenant was killed, he only experienced a brief period of chaos.
The rest quickly organized their own defensive counterattacks without command.
Seeing that Wei Yong, the dumb guy who was supposed to be in charge of command, was only focused on shooting.
Zhu Han, who was observing the situation from the security office, quickly gave the order.
Wang Dayou immediately pushed a tree next to him.
This was the signal they had agreed with the Third Platoon.
The tree fell and the shot was fired.
Yesterday, soldiers from the third platoon spent an afternoon digging a set of trenches as high as one person at the same distance on the other side of the road.
After transporting the soil away, Zhu Han brought them a lot of wooden sticks.
Covering the top of the head like this is a good camouflage, and you won't be able to tell that there is anyone alive underground even if you are less than 10 meters away.
The third platoon stayed in the trench like this all night.
The thing to guard against is this trick from the Japanese soldiers.
"Bah, bah, bah..."
In desperation, the Japanese who had just found a bunker did not notice at all that they had completely exposed their backs to another group of enemies.
After a burst of rapid gunfire, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers fell down.
"Machine gun! Hand cannon!"
The Japanese soldiers who were still alive shouted in despair.
But they know it's completely useless.
Their team only had two light machine guns in total, but it seemed that each machine gun was being watched by five machine guns on the opposite side.
Whoever touches him dies!
As for the hand cannon...
Actually they were referring to grenades.
That thing is basically useless at such a close distance and with such fierce firepower.
Can't aim, can't hit.
Even if it can be fought out, it is impossible to blow up anyone. It is purely for psychological comfort.
"Wei Yong! Quickly organize a charge! If the remaining Japs fight with us and blow up the gas bottles, we will suffer a big loss!"
