After the explosion, the driver shouted in grief and quickly changed the magazine of the "flower machine", and angry bullets poured towards the gunmen.
The gunmen saw that one blow was successful and the opponent's firepower was fierce. Except for one of their own personnel who was killed along with the car, there were few casualties. They were not interested in fighting, so they quickly retreated and slowly gathered towards the truck.
The gunmen were well-trained and provided cross-coverage with various firepower, so that the guards and the driver could only shoot but could not get close to the truck. Before long, the gunmen were already getting on the truck one after another.
This truck had obviously been modified. The bullets hitting it only made a pinging sound and left some bullet marks, but it was like scratching the surface.
The truck turned around and fled south quickly, leaving only the driver sighing and the grief-stricken guards behind.
The truck kept going south, traveling very fast.
One dead soldier was shattered, but our side exchanged one for four. When the weapons were at a disadvantage, this exchange ratio was acceptable, and the most important target "No. 31" had been buried in the sea of fire and was sitting in the passenger seat of the cab. Kazuo Eguchi was very happy. Before setting off, the president repeatedly warned him to successfully kill the "Thirty-one" target at any cost. Now that he has succeeded, he is really happy. Maybe one day he will return to the army...
Before long, the car came to a river. The river was deep and the car could not cross it.
There is a road bridge on the river that can only accommodate one car. The bridge is filled with sandbags, barbed wire and roadblocks. It is obviously unrealistic to drive across it.
The driver was a little anxious, but Eguchi Kazuo was not afraid at all and ordered: "Stop the car, get out of the car, get into battle formation, and force your way through..."
After giving the order, the team members jumped from the car, formed a fighting formation in twos and threes, and rushed towards the bridge head fortifications.
As soon as I arrived at the bridge, I saw a captain of the national army with a straight uniform and neat appearance. He shouted loudly: "Do you think you can rush across?"
As a brave warrior, Eguchi Kazuo was not afraid of verbal threats. He just smiled contemptuously, and rushed straight to the bridge with his gun in front of the team members.
About a breath of time later, there was a sudden commotion at the bridge. The national soldiers dispersed, and Eguchi Kazuo felt even more disdainful.
We are almost at the bridge. After clearing the roadblocks, we can continue to retreat... Eguchi Kazuo and his team members all thought so.
At this moment, bursts of rumbling sounds suddenly sounded from behind, dull and rhythmic...
Looking back, I saw two black figures slowly driving out from the trees on the roadside. They were painted in the unique earth-gray paint of the national army. On the black figures were black holes of large-caliber machine guns.
"It's a tank!" a retired Army member exclaimed.
At this time, the panicked soldiers on the bridge had already moved away the roadblock, revealing what was behind them. What was rumbling towards the team members was also a tank.
The national army officer just now, sitting coquettishly in the chariot with his head exposed, said: "If you think you have the ability to rush through, you can try it..."
The samurai were fearless. Eguchi Kazuo and the team members were well-trained, and each rushed towards the chariot with weapons in hand.
Before I had even taken two steps, I heard "Boom, Boom, Boom" from the machine guns on the tanks in front and behind, and the sounds of Czech, flower machine, Maxim and other automatic firearms were heard on the left and right.
"Ta-ta-ta..." It was a crisp Czech-style shot.
"Tu tu tu tu..." The whirring sound was the whistling of the flower mechanism.
"Da da da..." The one with the mechanical roar was Maxim.
The machine gun was like the scythe of death, harvesting the lives of Japanese special forces members in an instant.
It felt like a long time passed, but in fact, in just a moment, Eguchi Kazuo found himself standing there alone, surrounded by a pool of blood and broken limbs everywhere. His ears were buzzing, and only the screams of the team members were left. …
The brave and invincible special operations team members just now were shamelessly killed like this. This is unfair! If they set up a battle formation, even if the opponent has fortifications, Eguchi Kazuo is confident that he can achieve an exchange ratio of one to five.
Looking at the battlefield that was like Shura Hell for a moment, Eguchi Kazuo, his eyes bursting, screamed and rushed towards the gun.
Eguchi Kazuo, who had already fallen into madness, had no time to think about why the other party did not fire. Seeing that he was almost reaching the chariot, he stagnated, and a black shadow appeared on the opposite side. Soon he was enveloped by an invisible force. It became a ball, like a rice dumpling, unable to move no matter what.
Before he could react, he was knocked unconscious with a "boom".
"Damn it, these devils are really desperate. They won't surrender in front of tanks..." Commander Ma, who was sitting on top, spat.
"Sir, you think too highly of these devils, and you actually use such a powerful weapon..." said the fat man who was tying up people and collecting fishing nets next to him.
"There is no other way. Killing a chicken with a sledgehammer. The lives of the Japanese are lives, and the lives of our brothers are even more important. They are all our brothers. It is better to have one less casualty. Moreover, these people are very knowledgeable in tactics and use real swords and guns. I'm afraid there won't be many brothers left here..." Ma Xiaoguang said with a rare serious tone.
Xiao Lu, who was wearing a steel helmet next to him, said: "Today is an eye-opener. There are three tanks. Sir, you really put your money into it!"
"Finally there is still one alive, Xiao Lu, check it out to prevent him from committing suicide." Ma Xiaoguang ordered.
At this time, a major officer from behind came over and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Team Leader Ma, you're done. Brother, I'm going to retire with my own merits. These Vickers light tanks are like gold. Any scratch will make Shang Feng feel distressed." …”
It turned out that this was Li Weigong, the major and company commander of the 1st Company of the 2nd Vickers Battalion, 2nd Regiment of the Army Traffic Corps.
In order to minimize casualties and annihilate the Japanese spy team as soon as possible, Ma Xiaoguang went everywhere to find favors and spent a lot of money to finally contact the Second Regiment of the Army Traffic Corps stationed nearby. When he heard that the regiment last year 20 Vickers 6TMkE/F light tanks were imported from the UK, and the brains of these weapons were used. Although this light tank is thin-skinned, it is enough to deal with the frontal charge of the flesh and blood special forces.
Why? The gap between the team's tactical literacy and individual combat skills is too big. The national army still doesn't know how powerful it is. If it really didn't have this big killer weapon, it might be my brothers who are bleeding like rivers today.
So Ma Xiaoguang was very troubled for this ambush, but fortunately he came from a later generation and knew how powerful the dimensionality reduction attack was. He could only use the idea of "Tian Ji's horse racing" to deal with these beasts.
Originally, the best way to reduce casualties was to surround the Japanese special forces in this way when they launched a raid. But the truth is that only a thousand days can be used to thief, and there is no thousand-day defense against thieves. Of course, if you don’t know the exact location of the Japanese attack, you can’t set up an ambush, and this tank There was too much movement, it was hard to disguise, and it was hard to run fast.
Therefore, we could only base an ambush on the enemy's retreat route based on deduction. The terrain at that time was a T-junction, with Tangshan to the east and Jinling City to the west. The only way to go was to the south, and the road network construction during the Republic of China was not like Later, maps and field surveys showed that this bridge was a necessary place to pass.
After cleaning the battlefield, the brothers in the tank company returned to their base.
Ma Xiaoguang and his brothers from the Secret Service also took the prisoners, jumped on the truck that had not been damaged, and drove towards Jinling City.
After a short while, we arrived at the T-junction where the car was attacked. The place was in a mess and thick smoke billowed. The two sacrificial military police brothers were moved to the side of the road. This scene made Ma Xiaoguang feel depressed and smoked heavily. Smoking.
Seeing the driver with a black and gray face holding the "flower machine", he quickly ran over and asked with concern: "Old Li, are you okay?"
The driver was Lao Li. He wiped his face, smiled and showed his white teeth, looking a little ferocious, and said: "Damn it, these little devils are so powerful. If their target was not this car today, we would all be dead." I have to explain here, we are all using traps, we didn’t get any advantage at all, even if one of us died, he would have self-destructed..."
Lao Li jumped on the truck and saw Eguchi Kazuo bundled into rice dumplings in the cargo box. He was somewhat relieved and praised: "Sir, you are so thoughtful. Otherwise, it would be hard to even surround these little devils today. It would not be possible." Make it into a sandwich with raw rice."
Ma Xiaoguang sighed: "Oh, it's a pity for those two military police brothers, it's a pity for the car, it's a pity for the two dummies in the car..."
"What's the pity about the dummy?" Xiao Lu asked in confusion.
"What's a pity? These two dummies are precious! Just take a closer look and see if they are alive as long as they don't speak." This time it was the fat man who spoke, and the dummies were his favorite creations.
"Yes, I jumped when I first got in the car..." Lao Li said.
"Hurry to Pukou Station, hurry up." Ma Xiaoguang said.
Since they had to cross the river, it took about two hours for Ma Xiaoguang and his party to see the three-story building with yellow walls and red tiles at Pukou Station.
Pukou Railway Station was built in the 34th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty (1908), and was completed and opened to traffic in the first year of the Republic of China (1912). In this era, it was the most important railway station in Jinling.
Due to the underdeveloped transportation conditions and unpredictable dangers in this era, Ma Xiaoguang did not dare to bet on General Jiang's safety. Therefore, on the third day after the meeting in Tangshan, after the Military Commission meeting ended, their team and a class of military police Together, in the name of guesthouse guard rotation, we secretly protected the general and left Tangshan Guesthouse.
After crossing the river, I found a small building in Laoshan in the north of the Yangtze River that only a few people knew about the Secret Service. With this arrangement, on the one hand, the residence is safe and the scenery is pleasant, so the general will no longer feel depressed; on the other hand, it avoids crossing Jinling City, which reduces the risk during driving; on the other hand, it also avoids the risk of crossing the river ferry, which makes the Japanese crazy and no one can. Predict where they will attack, so the initiative must be in your own hands.
After letting Lao Li, Fatty and other brothers go about their business according to the pre-arranged arrangements, Ma Xiaoguang walked into the exclusive waiting room alone, where he met General Jiang and his party.
"Thank you for your hard work, little friend Xiran." General Jiang greeted him, looking much better than when he was in Tangshan.
"Hello, General, it's almost time. You can board the car in a moment..." Ma Xiaoguang saluted with a military salute and said respectfully. Here are the general's attachés, family members and specially assigned security personnel from the Military Commission. Ma Xiaoguang, who is wearing military uniform, is not Dare to be rude.
For safety reasons, the senior members of the Military Commission and the general's old relatives and friends did not come to the station to see him off. In the past few days, he had seen all the people he should see and shouldn't see in Tangshan, so there was no one to see him off at the station this time.
Ma Xiaoguang personally inspected the passage from the waiting room to the platform in detail and arranged warnings.
Seeing the train slowly entering the platform, the group boarded the first-class sleeper compartment through the special passage.
There were guards around the general's box, so there was no need to disturb the general any more. After boarding the train, Ma Xiaoguang went straight to the conductor's car.
Conductor Wang Guangqing had already prepared a conductor uniform for Ma Xiaoguang, and he was patrolling the train. This outfit was more appropriate.
I had just changed my clothes. After the whistle, the train roared slowly and slowly left Pukou Station.
