In Qingsha Zhang, the advantages of the imperial army's weapons and equipment and personal tactical literacy were completely unable to be used.
They can only trade their lives with Tubal Road. This kind of strategy of risking casualties is completely uneconomical.
Using well-equipped weapons and the excellent shooting abilities of well-trained imperial soldiers, the greatest advantage of the imperial army is to fight positional warfare with Tubal Road. Use your own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses.
There are no heavy weapons on Tubal Road. As long as we occupy the north turret as a stronghold, we can use 92 rifles, mortars, grenades, and light and heavy machine guns that have never been able to work.
Observing that the poisonous gas has dissipated near the blockhouse, we set up a defense line in the open area near the blockhouse and waited for the Eighth Route Army to come and die!
The Japanese asked their lackeys and puppet troops to build artillery towers and clear any cover within a range of 300 meters.
As long as they leave this kind of terrain where they can't see their opponents, the infantry, mortars, light and heavy machine guns, and the accurate shooting of the imperial army can deal a fatal blow to those who dare to attack the imperial army at any time.
If the poison gas bombs were not too expensive, just eight out of ten rounds would kill all the attacking Tuballu.
The invincible imperial army is not afraid of anyone!
That Commander Zhao who dared to ambush me will serve as a lesson to others. (This seems to be an inappropriate statement.)
Everything is under control.
When the captain thought of this, his uncertain face became calmer and his mood improved a lot. He felt that his choice was very wise.
It is really a pity that no subordinates compliment me at this time.
The captain became excited after his mood improved.
About to face nearly two regiments of Tubal Road, the captain still didn't bother to let the radio soldiers send a report to the division and regiment headquarters for help.
It was just a routine matter to report the general situation to the division headquarters.
If a large group of imperial troops asked for help when encountering Tubal soldiers twice their size, it would be a shame to be thrown into the Pacific Ocean!
It was the first time that the captain encountered such a situation where Tubal Road launched a large-scale attack on him.
Although I was excited, I was also worried about gains and losses.
Occasionally, a thought of regret flashed through me. If I had known that the Eighth Route Army was setting up an ambush ahead to form an encirclement, and took a detour directly back to Qinghe County, nothing would have happened.
Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at the two detective team members standing not far away. He wanted to kill them because they were Chinese.
Thinking that the dog who was a loyal servant of the imperial army came to report to his master, and what he said was the truth, it seemed stingy for him to do so.
Suppress the anger in your heart caused by excitement and give up.
The Tubal Road attacking from the south is getting closer and closer.
In this situation where you can't see the opponents in the green gauze tents on both sides of the road, there is no need to use the precious imperial soldiers to fight the Tubal Road for casualties!
Even though he knew there were landmines on the road ahead, he didn't care at all at this time.
Directly order the three-wheeler to move forward at full speed: thunder.
The Japanese engineers who received the order were not stupid.
After years of raids and countless landmine explosions, we have accumulated a lot of experience.
The Tubal Road land mine detonation device is simple and crude. Whether it is pulling the mine or tripping the mine, there is a delay in time.
As long as the motorcycle is fast enough, it is entirely possible to pass through the explosion point before the tripped mine explodes.
As a result, the two three-wheeled motorcycles hit the accelerator, their tires spinning in circles, raising a cloud of dust, and then quickly got on the road and headed towards the possible minefield.
boom.
The first mine was detonated as expected, sending a plume of smoke into the sky behind the motorcycle.
The loud explosion followed.
Although the fragments formed after the mine exploded were very fast, they could only make a clanging sound on the tail of the motorcycle.
Countless pairs of ghosts in the back watched the smoke and dust raised by the explosion being carried away by the wind, while the three-wheeled motorcycles were still moving forward arrogantly.
The Japanese engineer driving the motorcycle turned the throttle directly to the bottom, and the motorcycle was already in the highest gear.
The engineer did not ignore details and almost laid his backpack-carrying body flat on the motorcycle's fuel tank.
One after another, trip mines were detonated by three-wheeled motorcycles speeding by.
In fact, as the Japanese engineers expected, the adjusted motorcycle could pass through the minefield before the mine exploded.
Seeing the turret ahead.
The Japanese engineer suddenly felt some discomfort in his lungs. Did it smell like garlic?
A Japanese who can be an engineer is naturally educated. He knows very well that mustard gas is not actually a gas!
That is, there are now mustard droplets still suspended in the air being inhaled into the lungs!
I couldn't help but regret that I wore goggles but not a gas mask before setting off.
There were constant explosions, and it was not appropriate to stop the motorcycle at this time, so I had to bite the bullet and drive the motorcycle toward the turret.
The three-wheeled motorcycle with a speed of up to 60 kilometers could overturn on the dirt road at any time. Fortunately, it successfully avoided the exploding landmines one after another.
Following this, a large number of Japanese infantry braved the smoke and headed north along the highway.
Japanese cars carrying dust kept driving past the Japanese artillery positions.
The rear car braked loudly.
The Japanese in the car immediately staggered around.
Just now, Zhang Xiaodao was almost hit by an eight-way rifle bullet from the car chasing behind him. Zhang Xiaodao was a little confused.
Then, the side door of the cargo compartment was lowered.
A group of Japanese soldiers rushed a heavy machine gun to the car.
Zhang Xiaodao hurriedly stepped forward to help.
The green gauze tents are connected.
A group of Eighth Route Army troops responsible for guarding the perimeter of the battlefield walked through the green gauze tent.
The sorghum poles swayed in the sun.
There were intensive gunshots on the road not far away, and the fighting was fierce.
The soldiers who had marched over looked extremely tired.
Feng Puchenchen's leggings were covered in dust.
There were dense green gauze tents on the front, back, left and right. The squad leader walking on the outside did not notice the four big eyes staring at the flanks.
Xiao Hongying took her eyes off the scope and muttered to Luo Fugui under the cover of dense gunfire in the distance: "It's one of our own!"
Luo Fugui was worried: "We are wearing Japanese military uniforms now."
Xiao Hongying raised her hand and slapped the ammunition hand who poked his head out of the ditch on the neck: "Two idiots, they actually lost their military uniforms."
The ammunition hand had a dark face: "You can't blame me for this, okay? The one carrying the military uniform is Li Erdan, they are carrying Liu Yuanqing back to find lime water."
Luo Fugui's ugly eyes suddenly lit up: "Hey, you two quickly take off your Japanese uniforms and go contact them."
Xiao Hongying turned her head and looked at the squirming ammunition hand: "What are you looking at me doing? Take off your clothes quickly, you go to the river to take a bath, my aunt has never seen you before?"
After the little man finished speaking, he suddenly realized that what he said was inappropriate and quickly turned around and pretended not to care.
Xiao Hongying didn't even bother to look at the soldier next to her who was naked, wearing trousers and carrying a rifle to identify her relatives.
The people who came were from the Eighth Route Army, not the Ninth Battalion. Judging from the equipment, they were not from the guerrilla detachment. Judging from their movements, they were definitely not Japanese disguised as Japanese troops. They should be reinforcements.
She began to think about her fox that had been shelled by the Japanese...
It is easy for the Eighth Route Army to identify its members. Just a few people they know are considered one of their own.
The soldiers of the main force group have been fighting Japs in the plains for a long time. They know very well that Japs who think they are invincible will not pretend to be the Eighth Route Army under normal circumstances.
Just like real rich people generally disdain pretending to be beggars.
Of course, there are exceptions. The Eighth Route Army suffered a big loss when its headquarters was attacked.
Therefore, the soldiers of the battlefield security squad remained vigilant against the sudden appearance of two soldiers claiming to be the third column.
The gun must be handed over!
The two ammunition soldiers were bachelors, so they abandoned their guns and stepped forward to explain the situation.
Then, Luo Fugui and the little girl dressed as Japanese soldiers emerged from the green gauze tent. The soldiers who had learned of the situation still raised their guns.
Looking at the two men, one huge and one petite, in Japanese military uniforms, I didn't know what to ask.
After a long while, the reconnaissance squad leader said: "You must prove your identity..."
"Grandma, how do you want to prove your identity?" Luo Fugui looked at these soldiers who probably didn't have many bullets on them. He raised the light machine gun in his hand and said in a contemptuous tone: "If I hadn't wiped out a large area in one fell swoop, how could you still have done it?" Can you stand here and catch your breath?"
"Then...do you have a letter of introduction?"
"Girl, hurry up and write me a letter of introduction..."
(End of chapter)
