There are three main types of Japanese railway armored vehicles.
The worst one is the Type 91 armored patrol car, also called a patrol armored car, equipped with a heavy machine gun and two rifles.
The armored patrol car does not burn gasoline, but charcoal to provide power!
It's such a broken thing, but it's not something that the light weapons of the Eighth Route Army guerrillas can handle.
When the guerrillas attached to the railway are taking action, they always give way to the armored patrol car in front of the train, and specifically go to attack the ordinary train behind it.
After forcing ordinary trains to stop to obtain some supplies, they must step up the transportation. When the Japanese armored vehicles realize that the train behind them has not followed, they will fall back, and the guerrillas must retreat immediately.
When escorting people across the railway, they should also avoid it.
The second type is the Type 95 tracked armored vehicle. This thing is more advanced. In addition to the tracks, it is also equipped with four steel wheels that can be lifted. When it is necessary to switch from rail to highway, the driver only needs to be in the car. With one operation, you can fold up the four steel wheels used for railway travel, and then drive off the railway in one minute, quickly switching between the railway and flat ground.
The third type is the armored train. This thing goes straight to the sky. It is actually powered by a steam locomotive, with three or four armored carriages hanging behind it. The carriages are equipped with mountain cannons, heavy mortars, and heavy machine guns.
When the Japanese were transporting important military supplies, they would also mix armored trains and hang them between freight cars.
There is no doubt that the Japanese armored train is a dangerous and terrifying existence for the Eighth Route Army.
This thing was actually captured by the Kwantung Army during the war with Japan in the three northern provinces.
Fortunately, in the early days, the country was small and poor, and the limited resources were not enough for the front line. It was impossible to promote such advanced armored patrol trains in large quantities in the occupied areas.
On the Minghe River Railway Bridge.
The river on the west side has surged and has overflowed the iron bridge deck.
The railway patrol car, which was burning charcoal and emitting black smoke, slowly headed south. The worried commander looked out through the front observation hole, and through the rain and fog blown by the strong wind, he saw a blurry figure of an Imperial Army warrior and an Imperial Army soldier standing on the railway track. In the middle, I didn't understand what was going on for a while.
The machine gun was pointed at the two men and fired directly until it was about five meters in front of them before stopping.
Not far from the railway, there were more than 20 puppet troops standing in the wind and rain carrying tools and preparing to go to the bridge to demolish the rails.
Madman Yang chatted with the Japanese commander who emerged from the top of the machine gun tower.
After a while.
The commander couldn't help but sigh, those Imperial Army soldiers had tools in their hands and were ready to repair the iron at any time. They were quite dedicated.
Crazy Yang said that there were indeed two imperial soldiers who came with the translator and were helping to fix the phone.
This statement confused the Japanese driver's head. His main purpose of coming here was to see if there was something wrong with the Qiaonan garrison. As for whether the two Japanese soldiers who came over knew how to repair the phone, he really didn't know.
Just as he was about to shift into reverse gear and go back, Madman Yang suddenly said: "Isn't there a train parked in the north? Wouldn't it be just right to drive to the bridge and press on the iron bridge?"
The Japanese commander shook his head: "The train coming is a mixed military column and cannot be used to hold down the bridge. It retreated to the north station ten minutes ago to rest and be on guard."
Madman Yang then asked the Japanese driver in a friendly manner if he wanted to continue patrolling south.
The Japanese driver smiled evilly: "If you are willing to follow the patrol, you can go and have a look."
Madman Yang immediately refused righteously. He must now stick to his post, protect the railway bridge, and ensure that the railway bridge will not be destroyed by the flood before the coal-carrying freight train arrives.
The roof of the charcoal-burning Japanese patrol armored vehicle was closed, and a puff of steam came out as it creaked away.
Soon disappeared in the rain.
Time passed by minute by minute.
It was clear that there was only one armored patrol car, a squad of Japanese soldiers, and a platoon of puppet troops on the opposite side.
Madman Yang really wanted to lead people across the bridge and stew the Japanese and puppet troops north of the Ming River.
Unfortunately, that armored vehicle is always a variable.
Moreover, he didn't think his lies could last long. As long as the Japanese armored vehicles returned, he could communicate with the Japanese stationed at the bridge, and his lies would be exposed very quickly!
There still have to be arrangements that should be made.
Those who were dismantling the rails quickly went to the bridge to work.
The warehouse full of heavy machine guns began to be moved to the railway. This time, two layers of sacks were placed directly in front of the heavy machine guns. The sacks were not filled with sand but directly filled with roadbed ballast and gravel, preparing to directly fight against the Japanese patrol armored vehicles that might come back again. Carry it hard!
The soldiers spared nothing in the barracks of the enemy's bridge guarding troops.
The kitchen was filled with smoke. A shirtless soldier was cooking a large pot of porridge on a coal stove. The other two soldiers also steamed steamed buns.
Bake clothes by the way...
The Japanese troops guarding the bridge are fully equipped.
Luo Fugui reluctantly pried out another road nail: "His grandma's nail is so big that it can hit a small knife."
"Company Commander, do you think this railway is like a long ladder?" The soldier next to him who was digging ballast under the railway track wiped the rainwater from his forehead.
Luo Fugui was convinced: "Your grandma will climb up this ladder now, and I guarantee that you will be able to go to heaven if you follow me."
"Hey, mule, do you talk like that?" The old soldier next to you couldn't stand it.
Luo Fugui suddenly dropped the special lever used to pry road spikes: "That's not right."
"What's wrong?" the observer asked.
"Grandma, let's dig the railway so that one side is high and the other is low. If the little Japanese train comes over, it will overturn. Why do we need to remove the tracks?"
The observer asked: "How dare you disobey the orders given by the battalion commander?"
"You know what the heck, if we only dig out ballast and the Japs come and find something wrong, don't they know to let the Japs engineers fill it in?" said the veteran with rich experience.
"You're right, hurry up and work harder." Luo Fugui picked up the crowbar again and started working: "Tear down one and lift it away first."
"Are you stupid? Just throw it into the river to save trouble."
"It's because you have a quick mind. Get to work quickly." Luo Fugui yelled at the observation from the north: "Keep an eye on it. If you see a Japanese armored vehicle approaching, report it as soon as possible."
"Report, the traffic sabotage team is here." A soldier hurried into the barracks.
Hu Yi quickly came out of the house.
A team of more than 20 people arrived in a hurry carrying explosive bags and detonating wires wrapped in oilcloth.
"Who is Battalion Commander Hu?" A burly man wearing a raincoat walked to the machine gun position in the middle of the railway.
Hu Yi, who had just come out of the barracks, stepped forward: "I am, hurry up and make arrangements, the Japanese may come at any time."
"My surname is Zhu, and my name is Zhu Qihui. I heard Zhang Damin mention you before." After introducing himself, Zhu Qihui immediately waved his hand and ordered the blasting technicians behind him: "The river has completely submerged the iron bridge. Now we can only blast the main beams of the bridge deck."
Obviously, this man was very familiar with all the bridges on the Ping-Han Railway. After giving the order, he turned around and stretched out his hand to Hu Yi: "You did a good job."
Hu Yi looked calm: "I'll leave the next thing to you."
Zhu Qihui sighed deeply with a grimace, and sat down directly on the railway track with a sad expression: "I once repaired this railway bridge myself, but I didn't expect that I would blow it up in the end..."
Seeing the arrival of the people who bombed the bridge, Luo Fugui immediately left with the busy people.
I had no intention of carrying the newly dismantled rails and throwing them into the river.
The soldiers who were on alert to the north immediately changed their defenses and followed Luo Fugui to leave south.
The group of people walked southward along the railway. The river to the west of the iron bridge was almost flooded to the middle of the ballast stones.
The railway is like a pontoon bridge over the water.
The people who had just arrived began to place explosive packets at the joints of the main beams and columns on the east side.
Maybe it was because the previous communication with Hu Yiluo Fugui was not in place.
Two of the guys actually walked to the middle of the first hole of the iron bridge in the north carrying the explosive bag.
It is more than ten meters away from the bridge guarding guard box at the north end of the bridge!
Almost working in front of the puppet soldiers at the post.
The two puppet armies have never done such advanced work as blasting.
For a moment, I didn't understand what these two people were doing squatting in the middle of the bridge with a bag in their arms in the storm.
Watching with relish the two soaked men working in the wind and rain.
Although I have never seen it, I have heard that a puppet soldier finally realized that something was not right about the situation, and quickly said to the thin puppet soldier next to him: "Hurry up and ask what they are doing there!"
The thin puppet soldier immediately glared: "It's such a strong wind and such a heavy rain. What if my small body is blown into the river by the strong wind? I want to ask you."
"Hey, you three-inch nails dare to talk back to me? Believe it or not. No, that guy is setting up explosives."
(End of chapter)
