The Yamamoto special forces did not dare to pursue him any further.
Lu Yingjun and Duan Peng drove forward not long after.
Then they met the main force of the Sword Squadron who came to meet them.
The three trucks then continued eastward along the Shotai Highway.
In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at the fork from the Shotai Highway to the Dongshan Mine.
Li Yunlong, Ding Wei and Kong Jie stood in front of the car and waited, smoking Laodao cigarettes.
All 12 trucks turned off their engines and remained absolutely silent in the dark.
The barrel of a 75mm mountain gun in the tail car was flattened, ready to be loaded with shells at any time, pointing in the direction where the main force of the Sword Squadron was leaving.
If the enemy came instead of the Sharp Sword Squadron, it means that the Sharp Sword Squadron was killed by the Japanese.
Then just fire one shot and then retreat.
The M1A1-75mm mountain gun is also extremely powerful in level shooting. An 8kg shell is enough to destroy a Japanese tank, let alone a Japanese truck.
"It's the sound of a truck. It should be Lu Yingjun and the others coming back."
The sound of car engines sounded faintly in my ears, and the lights in the distance seemed a bit eye-catching in the dark night.
Li Yunlong looked slightly happy, put the cigarette butts on the ground, and pressed them back and forth twice with the toe of his shoe.
Far away, a truck blew its whistle three times in a row. This was the agreed signal. Without this signal, Li Yunlong would definitely fire.
"Less than half an hour." Kong Jie said with a smile, "It's quite fast."
"This small army of Lao Li is really not an ordinary army." Ding Wei said, "Old Li, how did you train it? Can you teach me and Lao Kong some experience?"
"If you don't give us a mountain artillery battalion, you can always pass on the training experience, right?" Kong Jie also said.
Li Yunlong said: "The combat effectiveness of this unit mainly depends on whose soldiers it is. I am so powerful as the leader, how can the soldiers below me be any worse?"
"Fuck you," Kong Jie said, "You think I don't know? Most of this small army are not your soldiers. Are they like Wang Xikui, Wang Gensheng, or my soldiers? Lao Ding also has a few top soldiers with you. In a small army."
"Lao Li, you're here again!" Ding Wei said seriously, "We are not kidding you."
"It's no problem." Li Yunlong said, "We'll talk about it after we get back to the base and you two get to know my unit."
As they spoke, the soldiers in the artillery battalion put away the artillery shells under Wang Chengzhu's order.
Three trucks driven by the Sharp Sword Squadron came to a stop in front of the mountain artillery convoy.
Lu Yingjun jumped off the passenger seat of the first car, ran to Li Yunlong, and gave a military salute: "Report to the leader, Lu Yingjun successfully completed the mission and returned to the team!"
"Not bad!" Li Yunlong nodded and praised, "You have something, how is the Japanese airport doing now?"
Lu Yingjun replied: "15 planes were blown up, as were the Japanese oil depots, arsenals, and runways."
"The Japanese pilots and the airport's garrison suffered heavy casualties."
"This time the devil drank a big pot!"
"Are there any casualties in your squadron?" Li Yunlong looked extremely satisfied: "Did the journey back go smoothly?"
"We fought our way out of the airport," Lu Yingjun said. "We caught up with a few more thieves, but we sent them away, and then we met the monk and the others."
"It's better that our captain understands you." Wang Chengzhu said with a smile, "He just said that only you, Lu Yingjun, can stop others, and no one can stop you."
Kong Jie and Ding Wei looked at Lu Yingjun and were secretly envious. They wondered where Li Yunlong had recruited such a strong general?
He is simply more powerful than Lu Bu.
Li Yunlong's luck is incredible.
Several people burst out laughing when they heard this, and the air was filled with joy.
Lu Yingjun said seriously: "Commander, I have made it clear that the headquarters of the Japanese First Army is in the inner city of Taiyuan."
"We can find an opportunity to be more ruthless and directly bombard the Taiyuan Japs Headquarters."
"The Sharp Sword Squadron can sneak into Taiyuan City, calculate the shooting parameters, and ensure that one person can kill the old devil like Yoshio Shinozuka."
Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes when he heard this. To be honest, he was moved by Lu Yingjun's suggestion.
But if you think about it carefully, this is difficult to do. Maybe the Sharp Sword Squadron will have to go in. The inside of Taiyuan City is no better than the outside of the city. You can retreat at any time outside the city, but not inside the city.
"Japs are not fools. This method can only be used once, and it will not work the second time." Li Yunlong said, "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must evacuate quickly."
"yes!"
Lu Yingjun straightened up and walked towards the truck behind him.
Li Yunlong, Ding Wei, Kong Jie and Wang Chengzhu also turned around and jumped into the truck.
As the trucks started moving, the convoy quickly disappeared into the night.
Less than five minutes after Li Yunlong's mountain artillery convoy left, the Japs' mobile troops caught up with them.
Not long after the Japanese mobile troops pursued forward, they encountered soldiers from the 385th Brigade and the militiamen who used sparrow warfare to block them.
After chasing for less than 10 kilometers, the Japanese found that the highway bridge in front had been blown up, so they had to return to Taiyuan, cursing.
…
At the headquarters of the Japanese First Army in Taiyuan.
Lieutenant General Shinozuka Yoshio lost his temper again and broke a valuable blue and white porcelain vase.
He stared at the Zhengtai Railway and the surrounding areas on the military map. The red and blue arrows on the map indicating the situation between the enemy and the enemy were intertwined.
A staff officer used a scale to calculate that in just four days, more than 600 kilometers of railways and roads had been destroyed by the Eighth Route Army.
A rough estimate shows that the total strength of the main force and militia invested by the Eighth Route Army is at least more than 300,000.
More than 2,000 people in Yangquan and more than 1,000 people in Shouyang were all killed. The defenders at each stronghold were almost completely wiped out. The number of casualties among the reinforcements increased sharply.
The Beitongpu Railway was destroyed into several sections, almost all the tracks in the western section of the Zhengtai Railway were torn off, and the bridges were blown up.
In most areas, not a single telegraph pole remained for more than 20 kilometers.
It can be said that the bunkers, gun towers and strongholds built by the entire First Army in the first half of the year were basically in vain, and they returned to before liberation overnight.
All of this was caused by a group of farmers. What kind of army was this?
Yoshio Shinozuka racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.
Three years ago, the Eighth Route Army was just a beggar-like force consisting of tens of thousands of people.
Why did the number of people grow to hundreds of thousands in just three years despite such a tight blockade and raid by the Japanese army?
Why is the Eighth Route Army so destructive?
Even the airport outside Taiyuan City was destroyed...
Shinozuka Yoshio's brows almost twisted into a frown.
After clearing the peripheral traffic lines, will the Eighth Route Army's next plan be to attack Taiyuan?
The old devil was finally a little scared.
At this moment, Kazuki Yamamoto walked into the combat hall with a gloomy face, fully armed and somewhat embarrassed.
He walked up to Shinozuka Yoshio, put his feet together and made a crisp sound: "The special agent team failed to eliminate the enemy, please punish the general!"
"Yamamoto-kun, are you okay?"
Contrary to Yamamoto Kazuki's expectation, Shinozuka Yoshio did not blame him, but asked with concern.
"I'm fine, thank you General for your concern!"
A grateful look flashed across Yamamoto Kazuki's eyes, and he paused.
Shinozuka Yoshio nodded, and then asked: "What happened?"
Yamamoto Kazuki said: "Li Yunlong was responsible for the Eighth Route Army's shelling of the airport tonight!"
"Li Yunlong?" Yoshio Shinozuka said in shock, "Yamamoto-kun, are you sure?"
"I'm sure!" Yamamoto Kazuki said, "My special agent team just fought against Li Yunlong's special forces, and in less than five minutes, the two combat groups were crushed."
"Baga!" Yoshio Shinozuka said angrily, "It's Li Yunlong again!?"
…
In Wangjiayu Village, Wuxiang County.
Eighth Route Army Headquarters.
Although it was midnight, the headquarters war room was still brightly lit.
A group of staff officers were still busy.
The deputy commander-in-chief, deputy chief of staff and division commander have not rested yet.
They are all staring at the map and waiting for news about the new group.
Li Yunlong did not let the head of the headquarters wait any longer, and asked Fang Lei to send a telegram to the brigade headquarters on the way back.
The brigade commander immediately asked the telegraph operator to send a telegram to the headquarters.
Unless there are special circumstances, the regiment level generally does not send telegrams to the headquarters beyond the level.
But usually the Eighth Route Army headquarters and division headquarters are together, but Brigadier Chen can directly send a telegram to the head of the headquarters.
"Report to the chief, urgent call from Brigade 386!"
After receiving the telegram, the telegraph operator quickly wrote the translation on paper, and then stood up to report the report. His words shocked the three leaders.
"Telegram me!"
The boss took the telegram from the telegraph operator, then sat back on the stool and leaned in front of the oil lamp to read it.
The chief of staff and Commander Liu quickly looked at the chief of staff.
"Ha ha…"
The boss looked overjoyed and said with a smile: "Li Yunlong led the Sword Squadron and Mountain Artillery Battalion to blow up 15 Japanese aircraft, oil depots and arsenals at Xincheng Airport and escaped unscathed. He is currently on his way back to Shouyang County."
The worried expressions of the chief of staff and division commander relaxed, and their faces turned to smiles.
"Li Yunlong is a boy with many clever ideas in fighting wars." The chief of staff laughed, "He really accomplished the task of bombarding the Japanese airport."
"It's not just the bombardment of Taiyuan Airport." Commander Liu said with a smile, "He also captured Yangquan with just one regiment. The new regiment in Shouyang County was also the main force. Before starting the attack, I never dreamed that this would happen. It’s really impressive that this kid can achieve such great results.”
"It seems that I will reward this boy properly this time." The boss said with excitement.
During the Battle of Xinkou, the Japanese army set up a flying team at Yangmingpu Airport with more than 20 aircraft, which caused heavy casualties to the Chinese army.
Thousands of Chinese soldiers died every day under Japanese aerial bombs.
Later, after Yangmingpu Airport was taken over by the 769th Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the pressure on the frontal battlefield was greatly reduced.
Therefore, it is of great significance that Li Yunlong led his troops to blow up the Japanese First Army's airport this time.
Because this battle has just begun, the strategic vision of the boss goes far beyond the Shotai Railway.
We want to turn the whole of North China upside down.
The chief of staff told the boss: "In just four days, our troops launched operations almost simultaneously in a vast area."
"The strongholds were attacked by the strongholds, the railway tracks were stripped of the railway tracks, and the reinforcements were beaten. Half of North China was turned into a pot of porridge."
"Although the results of some participating units are still being further counted and verified, the strategic goal of attacking the Zhengtai Railway in the first phase has been basically completed. Due to the outstanding performance of the new regiment, the results even far exceeded expectations,"
The boss nodded after hearing this, looked at the jagged map, and asked: "How many troops are there in total participating in the war?"
The chief of staff thought for a moment and said, "There are 105 regiments in total."
The boss is domineering and has sharp eyes, and his tone is decisive: "I don't care how many regiments there are, just call it a Hundred Regiments War!"
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
