Six Isuzu-branded Type 94 trucks were struggling to move forward in the mud. In addition to the head and tail, the four trucks in the middle were loaded with heavy cargo, and two deep ruts extended to the Sandaogouzi Gold Mine more than ten miles away.

"Baga, speed up, never miss the train."

In the front car, a fat man urged the driver loudly. The man was wearing an unmarked Japanese army uniform and his forehead was filled with sweat.

The driver turned the steering wheel and muttered, "Secretary, the road conditions are too bad. The Empire really should build a hardened road here, otherwise we will be at risk of being late every time we transport it."

The fat man looked at his watch, raised his head and scolded him sternly: "Shut up, your task is to deliver gold to Wanggang Railway Station on time, do you understand?"

"Hayi."

The driver looked at the road ahead and answered very perfunctorily, but he still stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the truck accelerated the speed little by little.

In the carriage behind the two, more than a dozen fully armed soldiers sat on both sides. Unlike ordinary Japanese army soldiers, these soldiers wore white armbands with the words "Kindergarten Co., Ltd.".

Founded in 1933, Gold Co., Ltd. is a professional institution for the Japanese to plunder Northeast resources. Similar institutions include "Manchu Mining Company", "Manchu Mining Company" and "Golden Business Survey Department".

These institutions stole mineral resources by killing chickens to retrieve eggs. According to information from the Ministry of Tibet sent back by Lin Fuichiro, in 1936 alone, the Japanese transported 3,976 kilograms of gold to the local area.

In order to prevent the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces and other anti-Japanese organizations from snatching, the mines under the jurisdiction of Gold Co., Ltd. transport gold to Xinjing every half a month, with the weight of each transportation ranging from dozens of kilograms to hundreds of kilograms.

Such a huge wealth naturally aroused the covetment of countless people. People attacked the gold transport convoy from time to time, but they never succeeded in one go.

First of all, the guards in the mine were all elite from the Kwantung Army. Ordinary Kangzi was no match for the enemy at all. Moreover, once the convoy was attacked, the Japanese troops around would support them as quickly as possible, so Kangzi could only drool at this piece of fat.

In this case, the convoy of Sandaogouzi Gold Mine has not encountered any danger for a long time, so both the guards and the managers in charge of escorting them all relaxed their vigilance.

In their opinion, this is the easiest task in the world - sending gold onto a special train and returning to the mine, that's all. The only thing to note is that you can't miss the train.

Perhaps because he was anxious to wait, the fat Japanese in the front car stuffed a cigarette into his mouth, punched a lighter with one hand, blocked the cold wind with the other, and lowered his head to light a cigarette.

The driver swallowed and plucked the courage to ask the other party for a cigarette, but as soon as he was about to speak, he heard a bang in the distance.

A ball of blood mist splashed out from one side of his body, instantly dyeing half of the driver's face red. The driver stepped on the brake and turned his head, and then he saw that the head's head was only two-thirds left.

"Enemy attack!"

The guards in the car shouted loudly, and immediately turned out of the car after shouting, and used the vehicle as a cover to shoot and fight back in the direction of the gunfire.

The driver was stunned for a few seconds, trembling and trying to get out of the car. A bullet passed through the window glass and killed him in his seat.

As more gunfires sounded, the engine compartment and wheels were hit one after another, and the truck completely lost power, blocking the narrow dirt road.

At the same time, the truck and driver at the rear were also hit hard, and four transport vehicles were blocked in the middle.

The guards knew that this was a carefully planned attack and the convoy could not escape the trap alone. So while counterattacking, they used their portable radio stations to ask for help from the mine and surrounding Japanese troops.

But as soon as the antenna unfolded, the bullet from behind hit the radio station and the radio operator. The guards were attacked from both sides and were killed or injured.

"Release the smoke screen, assault on both sides, and close the distance!"

Faced with an unfavorable situation, the guard captain immediately made a decision. As long as they were entangled with the enemy, they could rely on good military literacy to eliminate the attackers.

Several guards heard the order to put down their rifles, took off the Taisho 11th-style smoke grenade from their waists, pulled out the pins, and threw several on both sides of the convoy.

The rolling smoke grenade emitted thick smoke, and the howling cold wind, the road was quickly covered by a faint smoke screen. The "earth-turning" strands were stunned.

According to the plan, they should kill all the guards on both sides, then move away the gold and go directly into the old forest to avoid hunting.

But the Japanese actually set off cigarettes. No matter how accurate the marksman's marksmanship is, it is impossible for them to hit people through the smoke.

"Brother Ruilin, what should I do?" Zhen Sanjiang quickly asked Ruilin, with a hint of panic in his voice.

Ruilin observed the situation on the battlefield and answered decisively: "Drive grenades and blow the Japanese back."

"good!"

Zhen Sanjiang's eyes lit up and he took the lead in picking up a grenade and threw it at the convoy. The rest of the strands were copied by the gourd, and the grenade flew out like raindrops.

The "Difengtian" used the Fengtian grenade equipped by the former Northeast Army. It has a delay of 4 to 5 seconds and has dozens of grams of TNT filled inside, which is quite powerful.

A Japanese guard ran to the edge of the smoke screen and fired a shot in a kneeling position. He was pulling the bolt and exiting the shell. Suddenly he glanced at something at the corner of his eyes.

"Hand-shot ~"

The guard shouted and threw himself down to the side, making a standard bullet-proof movement, but at such a close distance, any movement was unnecessary.

Boom~~This person was knocked out several meters away by the shock wave, his body was covered with wounds caused by fragments, and he was almost dead.

The air waves brought by the explosion blew away the smoke, and the Japanese guards who had run halfway were completely exposed to the open space. The gang seized the opportunity and hit several people in a moment.

The guard captain's face turned pale and had to let someone release smoke again. Since he could not attack, he could only rely on the vehicle body to stand firm and wait for help.

But the clamps did not give the Japanese a chance to delay time. Zhen Sanjiang suddenly jumped from the ground, fired a few shots at the truck with a wrench gun, and shouted.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brothers, grab the red goods side by side, let's break the cake (dividing the spoils)."

The gangs cheered and jumped out from behind the bunker and rushed towards the guards. The two sides fought around the convoy.

In normal times, well-equipped and well-trained Japanese guards can easily defeat bandits, but the disadvantage in numbers puts the Japanese at a disadvantage.

The guard captain hit a lock with a turtle box, and the next moment the gun got stuck. Before he could load it again, a big knife slashed over.

Full of resentment towards Lord Kijiro Nanbu, the guard captain fell to the ground and died while covering his neck with his hands. The remaining guards were all killed and injured. The battle began quickly and ended faster.

Zhen Sanjiang wiped the blood from the spatula and looked around the scene for a week, with a look of pride on his face, but now is not the time to be happy.

As soon as this happened today, the whole Manchuria would be shocked. The Japanese would definitely send people to chase after him. It would be safe if they entered Lao Linzi.

"Move gold"~" Zhen Sanjiang shouted, and walked to Ruilin's side by himself, preparing to ask what to do next.

Ruilin said a few casually and perfunctorily, his eyes always observing the sky. Soon, a small black dot appeared in the sky and quickly approached.

He pulled Zhensanjiang and ran into the woods, and did not forget to turn around and remind the clue behind him: "Run quickly, Japanese plane!"

Before he finished speaking, the buzzing sound of the engine had already reached near. The snails were so scared that they lost their souls and left half of the gold to flee in a panic.

After the establishment of the puppet Manchukuo, in order to stabilize local public security as soon as possible, the Kwantung Army invested a large number of troops to "suppress bandits" operations, and naturally, aircraft were indispensable.

Therefore, I have long experienced the power of the plane. Or most bandits in the Northeast have experienced being entangled by Japanese planes and know that there is no way out to heaven and no way to the ground.

The fat meat that reached his mouth flew away. Zhen Sanjiang, who had fled to the road, looked at the truck and felt extremely regretful. He regretted why he was not moving faster.

Ruilin comforted him at the right time: "The boss, keep the green mountains and keep them without worrying about burning firewood. It's good that brothers are fine."

Zhen Sanjiang nodded with a gloomy face, thinking that he was not lucky this time, and continued to run deep into the forest with one foot and one foot.

At this time, a thumping machine gun sounded above my head, and several shackles of bloody holes emerged from their chests dozens of meters away, and their whole body trembled to the ground.

In the cabin of Ki-27 fighter, Su Qiwen released the shooting button and pressed the phone to report to the airport tower: "The gold mine transport convoy was attacked, and I have driven away the attacker."

After saying that, he stretched his head to look at the ground, and saw the strands running around, one of whom had a white hat with a very conspicuous back.

Su Qiwen paused his hand on the shooting button, adjusted the nose and changed the target. The fierce machine gun fired again and again, and the knocks made him regret that his parents had fewer legs.

"Sharp." A sound came from the phone: "Susan, please be sure to protect the goods and wait for the arrival of the support force, please."

The arrogant tower commander in the past became very polite and actually used the word "please" like this. Su Qiwen sneered and replied to Hayi.

The plane hovered over the highway for more than half an hour. Just as the fuel was about to run out, the ground troops of the Kwantung Army arrived at the scene. The officer leading the team waved to the sky to express his gratitude.

Su Qiwen shook his wings and then rose into a high altitude to return to the airport. On the way, he saw many Japanese troops gathering at the site of the incident, and the Japanese Army Air Force also sent several aircraft to support him.

More than ten minutes later, he landed at Wanggang Airport. Before the plane could stop, the Japanese instructor and instructor came up.

"Yaxi, Susan, you did a good job, the Locust Army will remember your loyalty."

The instructor gave a thumbs up and brought the gangway for Su Qiwen himself. The instructor accompanied him was also smiling and even patted his shoulder kindly.

It is undoubtedly a great contribution to preventing bandits from stealing gold. The Kanto Army Command will definitely commend the Third Flying Team and Japanese personnel.
Chapter completed!