The Japanese reinforcements were headed by the tricycle lights trembling, and the engines of the armored vehicles roared.

The road, which was faintly illuminated by the headlights, seemed calm.

Actual killing intentions step by step.

The three-wheeled motorcycle armored vehicle carried dust and moved quickly southward, stopping from time to time to check the strangeness on the road.

The armored vehicle machine gun just shot wildly at the green gauze tents on both sides.

Provide cover for the Japanese engineers who came off the tricycle to explore the mine.

Stop and stop, waiting for the puppet troops running and advancing behind to follow.

After repeating this for more than an hour, the puppet army gradually could not keep up with both legs.

From time to time, the Japanese vanguard motorcycles and armored vehicles were stopped to check if there were any mines.

The puppet soldiers saw the distance between them and the armored vehicles in front of them gradually closer.

But the armored vehicle started again and ran south.

Looking at the dust in front of him and listening to the creaking sound of the armored vehicles, a puppet army's feet became soft.

I lay on the ground and panted like a bellows, and I felt like my throat was on fire.

The puppet army next to him quickly came up to support him: "Battery Commander, what's wrong with you..."

Seeing the subordinates behind him sitting or lying all over the ground, the pseudo-battalion commander felt that the situation was not good: "Hurry up... all of them are up...if the Imperial Army sees... we... all of them have to... eat..."

A puppet army was so angry that they said: "I'm afraid of being so scared... I'll run away... I haven't... seen... Eighth Route Army... I'll be exhausted..."

Before the man could finish his nagging intermittently, the Japanese gun bolt that followed him was thrust loudly.

The pseudo-battalion commander quickly shouted: "Taijun... don't do anything randomly... I tell you... If you dare to shoot, brothers might all be able to drill into the blue gauze tent now..."

When the Japanese lieutenant, who was originally going to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, heard this, his forehead was covered with black lines. At the same time, he glanced at the pseudo battalion commander's fat body, and suddenly felt a disgusting feeling.

These guys couldn't run for only an hour after running. I think these sick men are really ineffective.

I looked back and saw that the large army behind had not yet followed.

If they really fired, these guys might really escape into the Qingshi tent.

The second lieutenant resisted the urge to shoot and kill the fake battalion commander, and cursed in broken Chinese: "Baga, shut up! Everyone rested for five minutes, and then moved forward again after five minutes."

"Thank you, Taijun..." the pseudo battalion commander shouted.

"Stop!" After the Japanese said that, he waved his hand and let the Japanese who were following behind him sit down on the spot.

The Imperial Army has a constitution for the march. The Imperial Army followed the armored vehicles and was responsible for searching the two-wing green gauze tents when they were attacked.

It was a job of getting shot in the green gauze tent, and the second lieutenant felt that there was no need to change the status quo.

...

The gap between the green tent west of the highway.

A team of more than ten horses advanced in the dark in the green gauze tent.

Soon after passing, he walked into the parked Japanese motorcycle convoy.

Captain Pei jumped off the horse, and the soldiers next to him immediately saluted: "Captain, the Japanese are coming soon..."

More than ten people handed the reins of the horse to the militia waiting beside him: "Notify the team in front to dig more ditches... Uh, remember to dig deeper and bury more mines..."

"Yes!" The correspondent turned around and ran south.

Follow the horizontal direction and yearn for drilling in the green gauze tent.

The Eighth Route Army blocked the Japanese armored convoy, and the main method was to dig a trenches...

...

The Japanese, who had not been busy for two days, received the orders of rest in batches by the soldiers, unpacked their backpacks and marching blankets and lay on the ground.

A Japanese man saw that the deaf and mute lieutenant on the battlefield next to him seemed to have no backpack, so he quickly went to the logistics team's car to get a backpack back.

The kind-hearted Japanese handed the backpack to the deaf and hoarse lieutenant.

It is not uncommon to be deaf and stupid by an explosion on the battlefield.

Most people can't recover from it for a long time, and as for whether there are any sequelae, of course I don't know...

Zhang Xiaodao was a little confused, but he didn't expect that he would have such treatment.

He followed suit and fell to the ground like a Japanese.

After a while.

He moved his body slightly and made a sound, but the Japanese sleeping beside him had no reaction.

Double guards are arranged in the trenches at any distance.

The short blade on Zhang Xiaodao is sharp, but sharp.

I used to be proud of sharpening my knife.

Now I finally understand why the bayonets carried by the guys in the Ninth Camp are all gray and even black.

He pulled out his short knife and pressed it under his palm, aiming at the Japanese neck next to him who was breathing evenly.

Some hesitation.

What we need to do at this time is not to kill more than ten Japanese devils invisibly, but to approach the Japanese artillery positions.

The bullets on the head occasionally roared, and it was probably because the comrades didn't want the Japanese to sleep peacefully.

These Japanese who had been on the battlefield were still sleeping soundly in the rain of bullets, regardless of the bullets whizzing past their heads.

After thinking about it, I finally made up my mind and began to move slowly in the trenches quietly, crawling towards the Japanese artillery positions little by little.

Climbing silently on the ground is very exhausting.

Occasionally, while the Japanese guard posts were looking out, they looked out in the dark.

In the end, my mind was full of the outline of the Japanese infantry cannon.

Based on your feelings, the grenade may not blow up. The big iron guy with two big iron wheels.

It took more than ten minutes of sneaking and climbing out more than ten meters.

In front are the trenches connecting the Japanese artillery positions.

It is estimated that the distance to the artillery position is about thirty meters.

The Japanese set up a guard post at the southern end of the traffic trench.

From time to time, Japanese soldiers were hunched back and forth in traffic.

Every time the Japanese who ran across the corner would sing softly like a bird singing greeting.

By feeling, it should be in the password.

The artillery position is not far away, and grenades should be thrown to the edge of the enemy artillery position. At this time, it is difficult to pass as if ascending to the sky, and it is as far away as the ends of the world and the corners of the sea.

...

The edge of the green gauze tent.

Luo Fugui squeezed out a smile and wanted to break the stalemate: "Girl, the dark and lantern attack is completely a death sentence. In my opinion, the Japanese will go north sooner or later. It is better to retreat to the north first and find a place to ambush again, and kill these bastards in secret..."

Xiao Hongying shook her braid: "Mule, Zhang Xiaodao is still in the enemy's position, so you can't leave him alone..."

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"Coward..." Park Buhuan glanced at Luo Fugui.

Luo Fugui's face looked a little ugly: "If Grandma's really looks like what Boss Hu said, the Japanese have reinforcements, our small body can't beat it..."

"Do your own business!" Xiao Hongying shook her head, and the words had already come out, and the preparations had been done, but she was unwilling to give up halfway.

But she was a little confused. Why did the Japanese who had always been arrogant and arrogant this time so calm?

The green gauze tent can be hidden everywhere, and the Japanese should know that even if reinforcements come, they will not be able to counter-encircle it!

The Japanese did this either despise the Eighth Route Army's mobility or had a backup plan.

The Japanese Captain Commander cannot make a low-level mistake like underestimating his opponent...

The heavy machine gun team in Mancang on the east side and the tens of thousands of fine mortar teams have been prepared.

Just wait for the offensive signal flare to take off, and fire at the Japanese positions will be opened immediately.

More than thirty miles to the west.

One side three wheels, two cars are filled with Japanese soldiers.

Behind it was a carriage with a very slow mule, and the bicycles were mixed with autonomous army.

The team of mules neighing and horses was heading east along the road... reinforced the Imperial Army ambushed by the Eighth Route Army!

"Uh...Captain, isn't it appropriate for us to do this?"

"What's wrong? Before we join the Japanese, we agreed to the Japanese that we will only fight the Eighth Route Army and not the Army... Besides, the Chairman is preparing to take the opportunity to destroy those mud legs..."

"Captain, I think it's better for us not to get into this muddy water... Do you think, why are the Eighth Route Army fighting more and more?"
Chapter completed!