The narrowest point of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal is only 20 to 30 meters, but this area is the confluence of many rivers in the Taihang River System and the Wei Canal, and the width reaches 300 to 400 meters...
The sun has already set to the west.
The sun shines on the canal and reflects into sparkling waves.
Lying in the mud, Liu Yuanqing felt stinging eyes from time to time.
When you shoot at Japanese iron-hulled boats on the river later, your vision will definitely be disturbed, so you have to get used to it first...
I have trained in harsher environments, and lying on the soft mud is actually very comfortable.
After resting for nearly half an hour, the fatigue on my body was relieved a lot.
He is not the type of recruit who gets excited as soon as he goes to the battlefield.
There is no lack of patience at all.
Conceal yourself carefully.
The biggest problem now is observation.
If the telescope is facing south, reflections may occur when it is shaken from side to side.
He wrapped his head and binoculars in military uniform. Although there was a high probability that he would not be discovered by the enemy's observation post, he was still not careless.
Telescopes... There are not many in the Nine Camps, but there are definitely many.
Standard for reconnaissance company platoon leader.
Most battalion-level units in the Eighth Route Army do not necessarily have a telescope.
After observing for a long time, I felt discomfort in my eyes. I handed the binoculars to the soldier who had been following him and told him to focus on where the Japs were concentrated.
No matter where you are, there are always people around an official.
The soldier responsible for the observation wore a military uniform on his head and carefully held the telescope.
Liu Yuanqing pulled out a bandage and carefully wrapped it around the rifle.
Occasionally he raises his gun as if to shoot.
The bandaged rifle gave off a rancid smell, mixed with the smell of gun oil that entered the nose. It smelled bad...
I sniffed, feeling a bit like after having a bowel movement...I can't help but smell the smell of my own poop.
It smells bad, but not disgusting.
The sun has already turned westward.
The Japanese iron-hulled ship wanted to return north. After he fired the gun, it was impossible for the iron-hulled ship to turn around immediately. There was no problem in evacuating.
Don't worry about the Japanese machine guns on the ship. The shaking hull will make the Japanese machine guns unable to find their target.
As for the Japanese grenade, it may not be accurate.
It's rare to be quiet.
My thoughts are a little confused.
Suddenly I started thinking...why would I attack these Japanese?
It should be because as a soldier, when you see a Japanese...if you don't kill him, you feel uncomfortable.
Even if it means risking your life, it doesn't matter...
But I was suddenly shocked. I used to be in the 24th Army...
It seems that he has always said that he wants to fight the Japanese, but he has never done such crazy behavior?
In battle, there is usually a goal. To say the least, there must be at least a plan...
Maybe Dirty Face was right, he was a lunatic.
What the hell, there's nothing wrong with being crazy...
…
The Japanese commander who brought the ship to meet him was a major!
At this time, the smile on his face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he stood in front of the major general and bowed his head to report.
Most of the Japs began to board the boat, while a small number of Japs on the periphery were tumbling about in the ruins.
The Japanese guard post received the order to set off and quickly returned to the team.
Finally, the Japanese second lieutenant in charge of security discovered that the security post that came back was missing one group.
A squad of more than ten Japanese soldiers immediately trotted towards the guard post, which had not returned.
However, there was nothing but footprints on the ground.
The assembly whistle kept sounding at the ferry. The Japanese second lieutenant raised his head and looked around. The green gauze tent in the distance was still far away.
When did the anti-Japanese elements become so powerful?
The elites under his command didn’t even have a chance to warn?
After observing for a long time, I finally came to the conclusion...the despicable sneak attack must have come from a ditch where there was still water.
The elites under his command didn't even see the body. Obviously, it would be in vain to look for it.
Then he turned around and roared at the elites next to him: "Eight, how did you keep alert? You didn't even know that your companion was missing?"
Seeing that his subordinates didn't say anything, they directly picked up the sergeant by the collar and started slapping him...
The sergeant did not dare to say anything other than saying hello.
He indeed has an unshirkable responsibility for the disappearance of his subordinates...
After a period of hustle and bustle at the ferry, the corpses of the fallen Japanese were carried onto the boat.
The Japanese guard post then boarded the ship depressedly.
The Central Plains is still hot in autumn.
The corpse of the Japanese who died yesterday already gave off a foul smell.
There were nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers, and together with the equipment they carried, they weighed almost ten tons.
For an iron-hulled ship with a large load capacity, it is nothing.
The draft is just a little deeper.
Chunk...the engine started roaring.
Even if it is very hot, no well-trained Japs dare to unbutton their military uniforms.
The brave ones secretly rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs.
Behind the iron-hulled ship, there were two obvious spreading waves.
The Japanese second lieutenant reported to the lieutenant that the sentry post was missing. The lieutenant hesitated for a while and did not report to the major general because there were many people on the ship and it would be troublesome to squeeze through.
Moreover, the major general and second lieutenant sitting on the bow of the ship were whispering something...
It's not a big deal, so it doesn't matter if you report it later...or you don't need to report it at all.
…
Saw the Japanese iron-hulled ship leaving.
The observation post quickly returned the telescope to Liu Yuanqing.
Through the telescope, Liu Yuanqing stared at the iron-hulled ship.
As he wished, the iron-hulled ship headed north!
Now, it's just a matter of waiting.
I hope that the iron-hulled boat will not reach the middle of the river...
As time passed, Liu Yuanqing became excited, excited, not nervous.
The Japanese iron-hulled boat was heading north, down the river.
The canal is flat, and even though it rained heavily in the past few days, the water flow in the river is still slow.
It was clear from earlier that the guy driving the boat was a Chinese.
This guy may have subconsciously wanted to save some gas and did not drive the boat to the middle of the river before heading north.
Instead, head directly north after leaving the ferry.
The distance was too far, even with a telescope, one could clearly see the faces of the Japanese on the iron-hulled ship, but they could only feel the yellow mass.
They attacked while the Japanese were halfway across the river, and they had cover on the shore. Why didn't that bastard with the dirty face take action?
...
He was wronged and had a dirty face, because the iron-hulled boat was not far from the ferry at this time, and there were seven or eight light machine guns on the boat, guarding the direction of the ferry.
To attack the Japanese iron-hulled ship, you must first get to the ferry.
This time definitely cannot be reached in three or two minutes.
It wasn't until the iron-hulled boat had sailed a hundred meters that Dirty Face led the guerrillas on a run and approached the ferry...
The Japanese who were always vigilant on the boat could naturally see the anti-Japanese elements running towards the ferry.
The Japanese lieutenant held up his telescope without hesitation and immediately ordered light machine guns and grenade launchers to fire in the direction of the ferry.
Chug tug tug...
Continuous tom tom sound...
The dirty-faced man screamed, and the running guerrillas hurriedly fell down.
Then he raised his gun and shot at the ferry in the middle of the river.
On the shore, if you just lie down on the ground, you will be covered.
One side on the ship is full of firepower.
For a time, neither party could take advantage.
I watched the Japanese iron-hulled ship getting further and further away...
Beat the loneliness.
The iron-hulled boat continued northward along the river bank, with no intention of returning to the carbine.
Perhaps because he felt that the fight was not enough, the iron-hulled boat still did not leave the west coast until it sailed more than 200 meters.
The distance is about seventy or eighty meters.
When they were almost level with Liu Yuanqing, they were still no more than a hundred meters away from the river bank...
Everything went as expected.
Liu Yuanqing was not in a hurry, still observing, his eyes locked on the Japanese commander.
Everyone has a habit.
The leader of the team will always be used to staying away from danger.
Sitting on the bow of the boat, you are naturally a little farther away from the anti-Japanese elements.
A flash of light suddenly appeared in Liu Yuanqing's telescope field of vision.
He was sure that he was absolutely right, and the sparkling river surface did not affect his judgment.
That flash of light came from the east bank of the river!
The Japanese on the boat naturally discovered the abnormal situation on the east bank of the river...
Immediately some Japanese shouted to raise their binoculars and look eastward!
...
Liu Yuanqing did not choose to shoot at this time.
Because now we are too close to the iron-hulled ship.
Once a shot is fired, the enemy will definitely fire back very quickly.
The enemy's machine guns will bite.
Liu Yuanqing no longer cared about the situation in Hedong until the Japanese iron-hulled ship ran northward for more than thirty years past his position.
Quickly put down the binoculars and raise the gun.
Put the Japanese commander sitting on the bow of the ship looking east into the crosshair...
As the hull moved, perhaps it was an accident.
A Japanese soldier moved his figure.
Cover the body of the Japanese commander.
Liu Yuanqing carefully calculated the bullet's flight time...one second...two seconds...three seconds before decisively shooting.
Bah...
The crisp gunshots of the Sanba Gai were mixed with the roar of the iron-hulled ship's engine.
The Japanese on board didn't hear it at all.
The bullet flew out of the muzzle and crossed the sparkling river.
Accurately get into the back of the unlucky guy blocking the Japanese commander...
After drilling through this guy's body, he continued to move forward and plunged into another body with a shower of blood...
The pudgy devil who had been surrounded by people felt as if his lower back was numb, followed by a sharp pain...
"ah..."
East bank of the river.
A bullet just missed the muzzle of the gun in the hand of the man with the crooked military cap.
Behind the scope, the foul mouth on the dirty face that hadn't been washed in eight hundred years muttered: "You will die for me..."
