"Brig Commander!" Wang Laohu touched the east side of Jiangdong nervously.

"What's wrong?" Xie Chengrui asked.

"The train is here," he said, pointing to the north, "but there is an armored vehicle in front of the train, which is several hundred meters apart."

Hong Zhenhai, Xie Chengrui and others were slightly surprised, but they did not expect this situation.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

While we were talking, the sound of the train had already come from afar.

Jiangdong held up his telescope and looked north, saying in an unquestionable tone:

"Don't worry, as long as the train can stop, it's not a big problem whether it is derailed or not. All troops act as planned and prepare for battle!"

Originally, I planned to derail the Japanese army, kill or injure the Japanese soldiers above, and reduce the difficulty of attacking.

But now it seems that the Japanese were prepared for such a situation, so they could only take strong attacks.

The sound of the train in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the huge smoke column could be seen clearly in the moonlight.

Jiangdong thought about it and said to Xie Chengrui:

"Old Xie, I guess there are at least three or four machine guns on the Japanese army. You go and get the brothers of the Hunter Squadron ready. After the train stops, they will fire immediately. You must not let the Japanese heavy machine guns fire!"

"I understand, I'll go now!"

On the railway tracks, two beams of lights, one in front and one behind, slowly approached their locations in Jiangdong.

The armored vehicle was walking in the front, and the searchlight on the roof kept scanning the surroundings, and it wanted to eliminate danger for the army behind it.

There were six Japanese soldiers sitting in the armored vehicle. They had been running on this route for nearly a month, and the situation on the road was very familiar. Shandong and northern Jiangsu had no regular Chinese troops, and the Turkish Eighth Route Army that occasionally appeared did not dare to provoke them. Therefore, Japanese soldiers were very relaxed. They mainly observed whether there would be any obstacles on the railway line and were not worried about being attacked.

The driver of the armored vehicle was a 20-year-old Japanese devil. He was thinking about the colorful world of Xuzhou City in his heart, and he did not realize that the danger was close at hand.

He squinted his eyes and yawned, but his open mouth had not closed yet. His lazy eyes discovered the abnormal situation on the railway line ahead.

The Japanese's eyes suddenly widened, and their sleepiness was swept away in an instant. He blinked his eyes a few times, and then shouted:

"Dangerous! The rails ahead are gone!"

The other four Japanese devils in the armored vehicle were drowsy. They woke up suddenly when they heard this, and asked in a verbal question what was going on.

"squeak……"

The driver subconsciously pulled the brakes off the first time he discovered the situation, and the wheels and rails made a harsh sound.

Before the other Japanese could see clearly, the armored vehicle had already left the track and rushed down the roadbed.

"ah!!!"

The Japanese in the car grabbed the things beside him tightly and shouted to meet the unknown fate.

"Puff puff puff..."

The armored vehicle turned over like a large toad on the railway, and its belly was facing up and poked the soil for more than ten meters. Finally, it only saw the wheels in the air idling.

The five Japanese in the car were dizzy, but they were lucky and had a breath.

The most unlucky thing was the Japanese who were operating the searchlight outside. After the armored vehicle turned over, the Japanese fell out standing upside down.

His head was blown by a few tons of armored vehicles, and his brain and minced meat were blown all over the floor. But before it was over, his headless body was still towed by the overturned armored vehicles, pulling a long bloodline under the roadbed.

After the armored vehicle finally stopped moving, the headless corpse was left with only half of its body. If someone turned it over, he would find that the Japanese devil was left with only a thin layer of skin on the front chest, and all the internal organs under the skin were gone.

Behind the armored vehicles, the drivers of the army also discovered the situation ahead.

Wan Changshou, he is the driver of this train.

Yes, he is a Chinese.

The history of Wanjia driving a train can be traced back to 1910. Since then, Wanjia has been living by driving a train.

During the Qing Dynasty, Wanjia drove trains for foreigners; during the warlords' melee, Wanjia drove trains for people with guns and cannons.

When it was spread to Wan Changshou's generation, Chairman Jiang established a national regime, and the Wan family changed their bodies and began to serve as a job for the National Government.

But Wan Changshou had just opened a few years ago, his boss changed again and became an oriental.

Wan Changshou, who has changed over the years, has become accustomed to it. He feels that it is nothing wrong to drive a train for the Japanese. As long as he can get those few oceans every month, he will drive the train until his son comes to pick him up.

Wan Changshou is a real veteran driver, and the Japanese are quite polite to him, but every time they leave the car, there will be two gun-cared people following him.

When he saw the armored vehicle rushing out of the tracks, Wan Changshou pulled off the train's brakes as soon as possible.

Because the incident suddenly happened, two Japanese soldiers and a carbon enhancer in the cockpit were both thrown into trouble.

"Baga, what's wrong with you?"

A soldier pointed a gun at Wan Changshou and asked.

Wan Changshou was manipulating the train with all his heart, and he answered without looking back:

"Imperial Army, the car in front of me has overturned!"

The two Japanese soldiers could hardly understand Chinese, but they realized that something seemed wrong at this moment. One pointed a gun at Wan Changshou, and the other stood up and looked ahead.

"Baga Road!"

At this moment, the train had stopped slowly. The Japanese soldiers cursed and explained the situation ahead to their companions. He slowly stood outside the cockpit and watched the situation with the door frame.

"Bang!"

The soldier's head suddenly exploded like a rotten watermelon. Broken bones and blood splattered Wan Changshou's face beside him. After the body fell back, the sound of gunfire came into the ears of several people.

Another soldier on the ground was about to stand up when his companion's body just hit his arms. An empty head appeared in front of him. The Japanese soldier was so scared that he screamed, and rolled and crawled into the corner.

Wan Changshou and the carbon builder also hurriedly squatted down with their heads in their arms. The body that was so close that they were so scared that their faces turned pale.

"Baga, attack, we were attacked by the sect!" The Japanese soldier shouted in a tremolo.

The shot just now came so suddenly that several people didn't know where the bullets came from. Just as they were frightened and frightened, there were fierce gunfire behind them.

"Da da da da da..."

There are three light machine guns and three heavy machine guns in the front, middle and rear positions of the army, and they are constantly spitting out their flames.

"Bang bang bang..."

A few sparks lit up on the hillside beside the railway, and the firepower points on the military line suddenly became hoarse.

Not long after, the gunshots rang again, and several fires appeared on the side of the railway, and then the gunshots on the army suddenly stopped.

After several consecutive times, the Japanese soldiers on the army did not dare to open fire easily.

The world has become quiet, and only a beam of light is shining alone for a few miles.
Chapter completed!