The lights of the three-wheeled motorcycles at the head of the Japanese reinforcements were trembling, and the engines of the armored vehicles were roaring.
The road, dimly illuminated by the headlights, seemed peaceful.
Actual killing at every step.
The three-wheeled motorcycle armored vehicle brought up the dust and headed south quickly, stopping from time to time to check for abnormalities on the road.
The armored vehicle's machine gun just fired wildly at the green gauze tents on both sides.
Provide cover for the Japanese engineers who came down from the three-wheeled motorcycles to detect mines.
Stop and go, waiting for the puppet troops running behind to catch up.
After repeating this for more than an hour, the puppet army's legs gradually became unable to keep up.
The enemy's leading motorcycles and armored vehicles stopped from time to time to check for mines.
The puppet soldiers saw the distance between them and the armored vehicles in front gradually closing.
But the armored vehicle started running south again.
Seeing the dust in front and listening to the creak of the armored vehicle, a puppet soldier felt his feet weaken.
Lying on the ground, panting like a bellows, feeling like his throat was on fire.
The puppet soldier next to him quickly came up to help: "Batalion Commander, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing the men behind him sitting or lying on the ground, the pseudo-battalion commander felt that the situation was not good: "Hurry up. Get up. If the imperial army sees us, we will all be in trouble."
One of the puppet soldiers was out of breath: "I'm scared of you. If you keep running like this, I'll die from exhaustion before I even see the Eighth Route Army."
Before this man could finish his intermittently chattering, the Japs following behind him made a loud clatter of rifle bolts.
The fake battalion commander quickly shouted at the top of his lungs: "Taijun, don't act like this. I'm telling you, if you dare to shoot, all the brothers might be under the green gauze curtain now."
The Japanese second lieutenant, who was originally planning to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, heard this and his forehead was covered with black lines. At the same time, he glanced at the fat body of the pseudo-battalion commander and suddenly felt sick.
These guys couldn't move after just an hour of running. I guess these sick men were really weak.
I looked back and saw that the troops behind me hadn't caught up yet.
If they really fired, these guys might actually escape into the Qingsha Tent.
The second lieutenant resisted the urge to shoot the pseudo-battalion commander and cursed in broken Chinese: "Baga, shut up! Everyone rest for five minutes and move forward again in five minutes."
"Thank you so much, Taijun." the fake battalion commander shouted.
"Hurry up and rest!" After the Japanese said this, he waved to the Japanese behind him to sit down on the spot.
The imperial army marched according to the rules. The imperial association army followed the armored vehicle and was responsible for searching the green gauze tents on both wings when it was attacked.
It was all about entering the green gauze tent and getting shot. The second lieutenant felt that there was no need to change the status quo.
There is a gap between green gauze tents to the west of the highway.
A team of more than ten people on horseback advanced in the dark among the green gauze tents.
Soon after passing, I walked into the parked Japanese motorcycle fleet.
Captain Pei jumped off his horse, and the soldier next to him immediately saluted: "Captain, the little devil is almost here."
More than a dozen people handed the horse reins to the militiamen who had been waiting nearby: "Inform the front team to dig more trenches, remember to dig deeper and bury more mines."
"Yes!" The correspondent turned around, mounted his horse, and galloped south.
Then drill horizontally into the green gauze tent.
The Eighth Route Army's main method of blocking Japanese armored convoys was by digging trenches.
The Japanese, who had barely slept for two days at work, received orders from the ordering soldiers to rest in batches. They each took off their backpacks, pulled their marching blankets, and lay down on the ground.
Seeing that the deaf-mute second lieutenant on the battlefield next to him didn't seem to have a backpack, the Japanese hurriedly went through the traffic trench to the baggage train car and took a backpack back.
The kind-hearted Japs handed the backpack to the deaf and dumb second lieutenant.
It is not uncommon to be deafened and stunned by explosions on the battlefield.
It won't take long for most people to recover, and we certainly don't know if there are any sequelae.
Zhang Xiaodao was a little confused. He didn't expect to be treated like this.
Just like the Japanese, they fell on the ground and pretended to sleep.
After a while.
He moved his body slightly to deliberately make a noise, but the sleeping Japanese next to him showed no reaction.
Double guard posts were arranged at regular intervals in the trenches.
The short knife Zhang Xiaodao carries is sharp but sharp.
I used to be proud of sharpening my knife.
Now I finally understand why the bayonets carried by those guys in the Ninth Battalion are all gray or even black.
He pulled out the short knife and pressed it under his palm, aiming it at the neck of the Japanese man who was breathing evenly next to him.
Some hesitation.
What we need to do at this time is not to kill the dozen or so Japanese soldiers, but to approach the Japanese artillery positions.
The bullets overhead occasionally whistled, presumably because the comrades did not want the Japanese to sleep peacefully.
These Japanese soldiers who had been on the battlefield were still sleeping soundly in the hail of bullets, not caring about the bullets whizzing by above their heads.
After thinking about it, I finally made up my mind, and my body began to move slowly and quietly in the trench, crawling towards the Japanese artillery position little by little.
Crawling silently on the ground consumes a lot of energy.
Occasionally, while the Japanese guard post was looking out, I would peek into the darkness to observe.
By the end, all I could think of was the outline of the Japanese infantry artillery.
Based on my feeling, the grenade might not be able to damage the big iron guy with two big iron pulleys.
After sneaking for more than ten minutes, he only climbed out to more than ten meters.
In front are the communication trenches connecting the Japanese artillery positions.
It is estimated that the distance to the artillery position is about thirty meters.
The Japanese set up a guard post at the southern end of the traffic trench.
From time to time there would be hunched-over Japanese men walking back and forth in the traffic.
Every time the Japanese ran around the corner, they would whisper something like a bird's greeting.
Based on my feeling, I should be correcting the password.
The artillery position is not far away. The grenade should be thrown to the edge of the enemy's artillery position. At this time, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and it is as close as the end of the world and the cape of the sea.
The edge of the green gauze tent.
Luo Fugui forced out a smile, trying to break the stalemate: "Girl, attacking in the dark will definitely lead to death. I think the Japanese will go north sooner or later. Why not withdraw to the north first and find a place to ambush, and kill these bastards one by one?" Egg"
Xiao Hongying shook her pigtails: "Mule, Zhang Xiaodao is still in the enemy's position, we can't leave him alone."
"I'm telling you, you're a fool. Just throw a few grenades to create some chaos, and then directly shout to him to find a way to escape. Wouldn't it be enough?"
"Coward" Pu Buhuan glanced at Luo Fugui.
Luo Fugui's face looked a little ugly: "Grandma, if the Japanese are really reinforced like what Boss Hu said, we, our small bodies, can't defeat them at all."
"Do your own thing!" Xiao Hongying shook her head. The words had been spoken and preparations had been made. She was not willing to give up halfway.
It's just that she doesn't understand why the always arrogant and arrogant Japanese can be so calm this time.
Qingshazhang can be hidden everywhere. The little devil should know that even if reinforcements come, it is impossible to counter-surround him!
In doing so, the Japanese either underestimated the Eighth Route Army's maneuverability or had a backup plan.
It is impossible for the Japanese captain commander to make such a stupid mistake as underestimating his opponent.
To the east, a warehouse full of heavy machine gun groups and ten thousand mortar groups have been prepared.
Just wait for the attack signal flare to take off and fire on the Japanese position immediately.
More than thirty miles to the west.
One was a three-wheeler, and two cars were crowded with Japanese.
Behind them was an autonomous army team composed of horse-drawn carriages and bicycles with extremely slow speed.
The team with neighing mules and horses is heading east along the highway to reinforce the imperial army that was ambushed by the Eighth Route Army!
"Uh, Captain, isn't it appropriate for us to do this?"
"What's inappropriate? We made an agreement with the Japanese before we surrendered. We will only attack the Eighth Route Army and not the National Army. Besides, the Chairman is preparing to take the opportunity to kill those idiots."
"Captain, I think it's best for us not to get involved in this muddy water. Do you think, why are the Eighth Route Army fighting more and more?"
"Don't tell me this, or else I'll treat you like a redhead!"
(End of chapter)
