Zhang Dabiao led two veterans to Xiamapo, but saw that the Japanese truck pulling heavy artillery was indeed trapped.
This downhill road is the most difficult to walk. Not only is the mountain road rugged, but it is also particularly narrow and bumpy in some places.
All it takes is a little rain and the roads are muddy and muddy. Not to mention a truck with a heavy gun like the Little Devil, even an off-road vehicle would be trapped.
So the kid's truck got stuck here.
The little Japanese was unhooking the cannon at the back and using another truck to pull it back, and then pulling out the stuck truck.
The Japanese officer was very anxious, but he had no choice. While he ordered people to generate electricity for Doihara and explained the actual situation, he also ordered people to build roads with engineering shovels.
If the road down the slope is not repaired, even trucks loaded with supplies will not be able to pass it, let alone large-caliber cannons.
Zhang Dabiao saw this scene from a distance with a telescope and snickered, because the little devil couldn't move for at least a few hours.
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At the same time, Li Yunlong was leading people to dig holes and bury explosives in the woods five kilometers away from Xiamapo.
There are eight bundles of explosives in a box, six in each bundle. Thirty boxes of explosives, that's 240 bundles, plus twenty boxes of grenades, are enough to make more than 240 landmines with decent explosive power.
In order to increase the power of the explosion, Li Yunlong asked the soldiers to collect gravel from a distance and come back. If not, just smash them from the big rocks. Be sure to use this wave of explosions to kill at least half of the little Japs.
Li Yunlong kept staring. If anyone failed to bury it, he would go up and kick him.
Because this battle is no joke. In addition to the fact that the enemy is more than twice as many as them, the most important thing is that the people he brings are all new recruits. Once more than half of the enemies cannot be eliminated within the first wave of attacks, then he, Lao Li, will have no choice but to run away with his men.
There was no way he could beat them. If he, the four hundred or so people, were to encounter an infantry squadron of little Japs head-on, they would be beaten to ashes in seconds.
Therefore, Li Yunlong did not dare to be careless at all, and must make every landmine play its maximum role.
In addition to landmines, mortars and grenades are also Li Yunlong's trump card.
But these cannot be placed in the woods.
If you fire a cannon in the woods, you must be afraid that you will not die quickly enough. Because the trees in the forest will block the cannonballs, and once they are bounced back by branches or the like, it is no joke.
So Li Yunlong placed the artillery on a high ground about 400 meters away from the forest, preparing to shoot out all the artillery shells if it was not ideal after the mine explosion, or even when the enemy counterattacked.
Li Yunlong's fighting style is very similar to that of the Dragon Boat Festival. Once a war starts, he basically doesn't care about the cost.
For example, Li Yunlong once used more than 3,600 grenades to blow up the Kawasaki brigade of the little Japanese.
And this battle is similar. More than two hundred and forty mines, plus more than fifty artillery shells of various types. Enough for a little devil to drink a pot.
Li Yunlong is preparing here, but the little devil over there is exhausted.
Paving the road is a hard job, and these little devils were very stupid at first. There was water in the puddle, so they directly used engineering shovels to lift soil above it.
As a result, water and soil mixed together and turned into mud. The kid's truck hit him, sinking him deeper.
The Japanese officer yelled that the little Japanese were stupid pigs and asked them to pull the car out again, shovel out all the mud, and then spread new soil.
Whenever there is a puddle on the road behind, it will be drained first, and then sand and soil will be dug to make the road.
These little devils were very capable and completed the two-kilometer-long, muddy mountain road paved with sand and gravel in just four hours.
The little Japanese officer stepped on it and said with great satisfaction: "This is a road."
"Sir, sir, Lord Doihara sent a telegram asking why the supply troops haven't arrived yet? Have they been ambushed?"
At this moment, a communications soldier came to report.
The Japanese officer said disdainfully: "Where are there any enemy troops along the way? Even if there are, will they still be our opponents? Mr. Doihara is too worried. Send a report to him and tell him that we spent four hours fighting for the Chinese We built a road, and we must have escaped this debt. Hahaha!"
"Hi!"
The Japanese communications corps took the order and immediately sent a telegram to Doihara.
Doihara let out a long sigh, because the baggage troops had not arrived yet, so he thought something had happened on the road.
This batch of supplies is very important to today's devils. They didn't have much supplies. In more than ten days, they had already consumed all the supplies they had brought before, and they also hunted some prey in the forest.
So if this batch of supplies is not delivered, then they will have no choice but to retreat.
So Doihara let out a long breath and thought to himself: Thanks to that Dragon Boat Festival, there was no combat force left on the Western Front. Otherwise, once his transportation and supply lines were cut off, tens of thousands of Japanese troops would have starved to death in the mountains.
Of course, this is just what he said. Doihara is not a fool. If he really runs out of supplies, he will evacuate immediately and will never stay in Wanjialing again.
And seeing that it was getting dark, he ordered two infantry squadrons to go west to pick up the baggage troops to avoid unknown dangers.
Although the baggage troops did not encounter the attack as expected. However, Doihara, who was cautious, still ordered someone to respond.
At the same time, the little Japanese's baggage troops and heavy artillery troops also set off again. They had to get to Wanjialing before dark.
After all, the mountain road was not easy to walk in the first place, and when it got dark, they had no choice but to stop and rest.
Therefore, the little Japanese officer decided to speed up the march and reach Wanjialing as soon as possible.
Of course, the reason why the little Japanese officer dared to speed up was because they did not encounter any danger along the way.
As a result, the little devil's convoy entered Li Yunlong's ambush circle in a mighty manner.
Li Yunlong was so happy that his mouth almost reached the back of his head. Not to mention how many Japs were killed in this wave, as long as one-fifth of the supply truck of the Little Japs was preserved intact, then he would definitely make a profit. What's more, the little devil also carries four 160 mm cannons.
Li Yunlong likes this thing, and the bigger the better. With a Type 92 infantry cannon, he dared to attack the county town. And if he had these four cannons, he, Lao Li, would dare to hit the Little Japs headquarters.
This thing is really good, Lao Li really likes it.
But Li Yunlong was not dazzled by these four cannons. He currently has insufficient troops, and they are all new recruits. If he dares to attack the Japs, he must be said to be very courageous. Do you want to be an ordinary army commander, with just these few people, plus a group of new recruits, to fight against the Japanese's baggage troops? They wouldn't even dare to lend them some courage.
So this is why Lao Li dared to do this, and Lao Li also had the confidence. As soon as the little Japanese entered his ambush, he swallowed up the little Japanese's baggage troops and these four cannons!
(End of chapter)
