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On the bumpy road, ten Nissan trucks were driving slowly. The roads here were very poor, and the speed was not only not fast, but also caused the riders to withstand severe bumps.

After a long time, I felt that my internal organs were almost being pushed out. Captain Yajima Toshihiko sat in the passenger seat and cursed from time to time: "This damn highway is really bad."

The driver, Jiro Inoue, became familiar with him and said naturally while driving: "Sir, this is not the worst.

Two years ago, the Tujiao Route Army was like crazy, not only attacking various strongholds, but also digging roads and railways frantically.

At that time, a car had to send 20 Royal Army troops to follow, walking a ten-kilometer journey, and three kilometers were needed to be pushed. Fortunately, there were enough people in the country, otherwise they would not even be able to deliver supplies."

"The Eighth Route Army, you are very brave!"

When Toshihiko Yajima heard that there was such an enemy who could do anything, she couldn't help but cast a shadow in her heart.

Since the beginning of the Pacific War, the Japanese army's enterprising momentum in the south was finally curbed and fell into a stalemate. The Central Army also lacked the spirit of enterprisingness, but only guarded the remaining territory and slowly consumed the Japanese army.

Okamura Yasuji discovered the intention of the Chairman to use a knife to kill people, and the Eighth Route Army indeed affected the Japanese rule in North China. So Okamura Yasuji also maintained a little tacit understanding with him and mobilized the army with confidence.

A large number of troops were transferred to the north to deal with the Eighth Route Army. Toshihiko Yajima was also one of them. He had never seen such a situation!

When he was fighting against the Central Army in the Southern Army, he was actually relatively relaxed as a transport team. There were few guerrillas there, and the remaining enemies who were defeated by the Central Army rarely dared to attack them.

They just need to follow the combat troops to continue to advance, replenish them with various supplies and support, and their lives are very leisurely.

Because the transport team is very safe, there are not many soldiers traveling with the vehicle. For example, a transport squadron this time, 110 people can escort 20 trucks to 30 trucks there.

There is no need for him to lead the task of ten trucks of supplies like this. He just needs to send a team leader to solve all the problems.

However, this time, after the task was issued, his superiors specifically reminded him that the Eighth Route Army was very rampant and often ambushed the transport team of the Imperial Japanese Army, asking him to take the squadron to go there in person to ensure the safe arrival of this batch of supplies.

At first, Toshihiko Yajima thought it was the captain who was sensational, but now it seems that this is very necessary.

"Bang~bang~"

The truck that Toshihiko Yajima sat down seemed to have hit something, and the two front wheels exploded directly, and he was also bumped into the roof of the car.

"Da da da da da da bang bang."

The sound of machine gun strafing and grenade explosion suddenly sounded.

Toshihiko Yajima was shocked, and quickly opened the car door and jumped out of the car. He relied on the car as a cover and issued an order to his subordinates: "Shoot, all teams will fight back freely!"

After a round of baptism, the remaining Japanese soldiers looked for cover and, under the leadership of commanders at all levels, fought back at the Eighth Route Army on the hillsides on both sides.

Jiro Inoue was lucky. As the driver of the front car, he had not been beaten to death. He bent down and ran to Toshihiko Yajima from behind and said:

"Sir, both tires in the car in front of the car have exploded, and the transport team cannot move forward. The ambush from the Tujiao Route Army was planned, and we have to ask for support."

Toshihiko Yajima looked around the battlefield and found that the car behind was also blown up and they were trapped on this small road.

As for the Tu Eighth Route Army who ambushed them, there were about 400 people in terms of the density of gunfire.

Toshihiko Yajima was not arrogant yet, thinking that his more than a hundred people could defeat these eighth territorial ranks.

"There is a cannon tower in front of the three trees. You can quickly call for support, hurry up."

"Yes, sir."

Jiro Inoue took on this most difficult task.

As the Japanese army burst into gunfire, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army, which was ambushing on the hillside, suddenly became much weaker.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Inoue Jiro bent down and lowered his head. His pair of eight-character legs ran out of the athlete's speed. In one minute, he jumped out of a long distance and soon ran out of the range of the Eighth Route Army.

Toshihiko Yajima looked at the gradually disappearing back and said with relief: "Beautiful job."

He believed that as long as you persist for a while, it would not take long for the Great Japanese Imperial Army to arrive. Not only did these Eighth Route Army members have no choice but to run away. They would have to be buried on this section of the road and become the cornerstone under the wheels.

Feng Yuguo also saw it clearly on the hillside. The Japanese asked for reinforcements and could escape so smoothly, their release was inevitable.

Otherwise, if some of the reconnaissance cavalry of the Third Battalion chased after him, a Japanese soldier would undoubtedly die. All this was paved with the "strike" in the aid of the aid.

But now, the value of these Japanese devils is gone, and it is their turn to die.

Feng Yuguo shouted to his side: "Company Commander, pull the mines and give the Japanese a three-combo to the death attack."

The combat commands were all arranged in advance. The soldiers who arranged the mines suddenly pulled the line in their hands, and the mines lying on both sides of the road were like a group of huge fireworks exploding.

The Japanese who were lying there flew up and performed a wonderful performance for the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

When Toshihiko Yajima saw his subordinates who were blown away, she was so angry that she was angry that she cursed the cunning Tuba Route in her heart, and she must make you look good.

However, before it was his turn to command the troops to fight back, the second of the three-combo-death attack - the baptism of grenades came.

The bomb drop team of the Third Battalion had already leaned on it while the Japanese were lying down after they were bombed. As soon as the Japanese raised their bodies, raindrop-like grenades floated in the sky.

Some of them fell under their feet and exploded, breaking their legs, and they were almost out of their way.

Some people had been left in the hands of bomb droppers for too long, and they exploded when they flew to the Japanese heads. The broken shrapnel directly covered all the Japanese in a range of several meters, and there were very few survivors.

Coupled with the sudden shooting during the ambush of the Third Battalion and the half-day gun battle, a squadron under Yajima Toshihiko had more than half of the casualties.

The only remaining person was also dizzy during these two rounds of explosions and his mind was not clear.

But the third of the three death strikes - the entire army's charge came in the blink of an eye.

The third battalion had more than 400 soldiers on these two hillsides, and it looked like they were all over the mountains. In hand-to-hand combat, there were a few people dealing with a Japanese devil.

This ambush is a foregone conclusion, and the remaining Japanese are the fish on the chopping board, and they are slaughtered.
Chapter completed!