There are two roads from Anhua to Fuliang Mountain. One goes north and passes Qingyun Town. You can take a bus and walk ten kilometers forward, then walk ten kilometers to Fuliang Mountain, and the other is to take a bus to Dagu Town, and then walk twenty kilometers to Fuliang Mountain. Therefore, the Japanese observation group chose the North Line because the North Line can take ten kilometers less.

Not far from Qingyun Town, it is Qingyun Ridge, which is named after the ridge.

Qingyun Ridge is not high or steep, it is actually a bare earthy mountain.

On the hillside and at the foot of the mountain are full of dry land, with crops such as sweet potatoes, corn, peanuts, tobacco leaves and other crops.

Now the sweet potatoes, corn and peanuts have been stolen, only the tobacco leaves are confiscated, and the corn poles are still standing in the ground, which can hide the ambush of the Eighth Route Army.

Zhang Dabiao was lying between the two corn poles, waiting.

Fan Guangou led two squads of cavalry to run along the road, and the Japanese convoy came immediately. The leading one was six tricycles. Two 96 light machine guns were set up on the two tricycles in front of them, and they opened fire fiercely at Fan Guangou's cavalry. However, due to the bumpy road surface, the hit rate was extremely touching.

The cavalry disappeared after turning a corner, and the Japanese stopped shooting.

But the convoy did not stop. After six side tricycles, five Isuzu 6×694 trucks drove along the highway.

Behind them are six side tricycles.

Soon, the Japanese convoy entered the ambush circle of the first battalion.

"Fight!" Zhang Dabiao yelled, raised his shell gun and fired first.

A row of bullets immediately splashed towards the first truck in the convoy in a fan shape. The windshield in front of the truck driving window was instantly broken and the driver was shot dead.

The out-of-control truck immediately rushed to the side of the road and overturned on the spot.

The second truck tried to speed up and escape, but how could it be?

With a loud bang, a large mine buried on the road was detonated. The huge air waves generated by the explosion instantly overturned the truck and blocked the road.

Then, two heavy machine guns and more than twenty light machine guns opened fire at the same time.

More than 200 soldiers and more than 500 militiamen also opened fire.

The dense bullets poured onto the Japanese in an instant like a heavy rain.

The machine gun fired about three or half a magazine, and the rifle fired about three rounds, and the Japanese were knocked down halfway.

Especially the eighteen Japanese infantry on the six side tricycles, the first wave of firepower was killed.

Then Zhang Dabiao jumped up first, first inserted the wrench gun back to his waist, then removed the ghost-headed knife from his back, and then shouted to the sky: "Everyone has it, come with me!"

After roaring, Zhang Dabiao swung the ghost-headed sword and rushed down the hillside first.

"Kill!" More than 200 soldiers from the first battalion jumped up one after another, held the 38th hood with a bayonet, and screamed down the hillside.

Then the militia also launched a charge.

In the blink of an eye, more than 700 soldiers and militia had already rushed to the highway.

More than 60 Japanese staff members were killed in the car, and half of them were surrounded by all sides as soon as they got off the car.

As soon as Mitake Ishii jumped out of the co-pilot, she found that she had been surrounded, with at least fifty Tuya Routes surrounding him with bright bayonets.

There were only four staff members left beside him.

The other four trucks also had surviving staff, but they were all divided and surrounded and could only fight for their own battles.

More than fifty terrorists were shouting, holding a bright bayonet and pressing them over like a wall. Driven by despair, the two staff members took the initiative to attack and were quickly stabbed to death.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two people left by Mitake Ishii.

At this time, Zhang Dabiao saw Mitake Ishii.

Li Yunlong likes to fight against the Japanese officers alone. Zhang Dabiao was influenced by Li Yunlong and also likes to fight against the Japanese officers alone, especially the Japanese generals.

Killing the Japanese generals on the battlefield is a supreme honor.

Zhang Dabiao even dreamed of achieving such honor, but unfortunately he never had the chance.

However, today, he was able to catch the opportunity. Zhang Dabiao roared angrily: "Stop it, stop it!"

Hearing Zhang Dabiao's roar, the soldiers and militia who were rushing forward in a wall with many people were subconsciously separated and gave up the middle.

Mitake Ishii's eyes fell on Zhang Dabiao.

Seeing the ghost-headed knife in Zhang Dabiao's hand, Mitake Ishii knew what he wanted to do.

"Yo Xi." Mitake Ishii nodded happily, "Then let's have a real duel! It depends on whether you are good at Chinese martial arts or our Japanese kendo."

"Call you can speak Chinese?" Zhang Dabiao said sneeringly.

"Let's know a little." Mitake Ishii, "Chinese culture is still good."

"That's of course." Zhang Dabiao said, "When it comes to culture, Chinese culture is the ancestor of your Japanese culture! You unworthy descendants actually ran to your ancestors' homes to kill and set fire. It's simply a ruthless person."

"Baga." Mitake Ishii cursed, "Stop talking nonsense, please start."

After saying that, Mitake Ishii was about to shoot a knife, but Zhang Dabiao shouted: "Wait."

Mitake Ishii also said that Zhang Dabiao changed his mind and said sneered: "Why, are you scared?"

Zhang Dabiao smiled and said, "I just think you are old and one-on-one is a bit bullying, so you can just go together with the three of you, so that's fair."

"Bagayaru, what an arrogant guy."

Mitake Ishii: "You will pay the price for this."

After saying that, Mitake Ishii said to the two advisers beside him: "Kill him!"

"Hayi!" The two staff members paused and rushed towards Zhang Dabiao with their swords.

"Shameless!"

"shameless!"

"Bully the less with the more!"

The Eighth Route Army soldiers and militia were immediately furious.

A few bold ones couldn't help but take action.

"Don't move!" Zhang Dabiao shouted, "It's all mine! No one is allowed to compete with me!"

While speaking, Zhang Dabiao was already rushing forward with a ghost-headed sword. The two Japanese swords, one left and one right, formed a cutting momentum, and slashed towards Zhang Dabiao's neck.

But Zhang Dabiao escaped with an iron bridge.

He wiped the ghost-headed knife in his hand and cut the abdomen of the left side.

But at this time, Mitake Ishii, who was huddled behind, found the right opportunity and slashed downwards towards Zhang Dabiao with one sword.

Without thinking, Zhang Dabiao held the ghost head knife in his right hand and blocked it. With a bang, Mitake Ishii's sword was blocked, but a huge gap was also broken on the ghost head knife.

The quality of a machete made of rails is still not comparable to that of a Japanese saber.

But fortunately, even if the ghost-headed sword breaks out ten holes, it can still kill people.

After blocking Mitake Ishii's sword, Zhang Dabiao suddenly exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and his body leaned back bounced up again. With the momentum of his waist and abdomen, the ghost-headed sword followed the trend and cut Mitake Ishii's neck open.

After all, the old Japanese are about 40 years old and they are almost fifty years old. They are not as fast, reaction and explosive power as they are.

In just one round, two of the three Japanese fell down, one covered his neck and twitched, and the other lay on the ground screaming, trying to stuff the overflowing intestines and internal organs back into his stomach.

Seeing this, the Japanese finally became obviously scared and turned around and ran away.

But where can I go? There are people everywhere around me and there is nowhere to escape.

"Die!" Zhang Dabiao caught up with him in two steps and slashed the Japanese's neck with a knife.

"Puff!" Blood splattered, and a Japanese head rolled to the ground.

"Damn it, today is really enjoyable!" Zhang Dabiao bent down and picked up Mitake Ishii's saber, looked at the rising sun and admired the chrysanthemum pattern on the hilt of the saber, and said, "There are all, speed up the cleaning of the battlefield."

The battlefield was cleaned soon, and not many weapons were seized. Apart from four Type 96 machine guns and more than twenty large 38 covers, the rest were all Southern Type 14 pistols.

And there were not many bullets seized.

"Fuck!" Zhang Dabiao was so angry that he cursed.

"As we still lose money in this ambush?"

"The loss should not be possible." The dog came over on a horse.

"No matter what, this vote killed a major general of the Japanese."

"Yes." Zhang Dabiao looked at the General Manager in his hand and smiled again, "It's just this General Manager Manager, we'll make a profit in this ticket, haha."

The general's official sword is a treasure, and the boss and brigade commander are rushing to ask for it.

At this time, a soldier asked, "Battery Commander, what should I do if there are motorcycles and trucks?"

"Blow it up, all of it!" Zhang Dabiao said without thinking, "There is no need for this in the independent group at the moment. Keeping it up will only make the Japanese accused, and they will all be blown up."

The soldiers stuffed grenades into the engine compartment of motorcycles and trucks.

Only a burst of explosions were heard, and the engines of the twelve side three-wheelers and five trucks were all blown into scrap iron. Now there is no need to repair it and it is completely scrapped.

"Let's go!" Zhang Dabiao shouted again.

"Each squad, each team, go back to his house and find his mother!"

It's already bright now, so it's not suitable to launch combat operations.
To be continued...