"The little devils dare not transport supplies at night, mainly because they are afraid of our sneak attacks at night!"

Zhao Zhiguo's troops are good at night fighting.

Now there are rocket launchers and enhanced thunder cannons, even if they can't destroy the entire Japanese convoy.

But under one round of artillery fire, it was no problem for the Japanese army to lose ten trucks.

Where do you think there are so many trucks for Masao Murano to waste his money on?

When the weather gets warm during the day, the ice and snow melt and blend with the soil. Those damaged areas will turn into mud at any time.

With the weight of the little Japanese truck, it would take them a day to walk three kilometers of muddy ground.

Moreover, Zhao Zhiguo and the others will continue to destroy roads. By then, more than half of the road from Pingcheng to Wangxian will be converted into fields.

All it takes is one snow or one rain, and the Japanese army will be at a loss for Wang County.

"But the weather is getting warmer and warmer. When will it snow?"

Matthew Wen stretched out his hand to block the sunlight that was shining directly on his eyes.

"So, I'm waiting for God to give me face. Before God gives me face, the plan to destroy the highway cannot be changed. If the little devils send patrols out, we will fight. If they don't send patrols out, we will mobilize all the people. That is

Dig with your hands and dig out the road."

Zhao Zhiguo and others dug the road at night, and Masao Murano built the road during the day.

However, as time went by, Masao Murano discovered that the roads destroyed by Zhao Zhiguo and others were getting longer and longer.

The road built by the Japanese engineering troops was only a narrow one, which could barely accommodate a truck.

Until half a month later, the Japanese engineers did not repair the road throughout the day.

"In the past half month, Zhao Zhiguo's troops have destroyed 30 kilometers, and our engineers are already beyond our capabilities."

Murano Masao just said lightly: "Inform the General Staff that the road from Pingcheng to Wangxian has been cut off by Zhao Zhiguo's troops. Let the General Staff make their own decision."

Murano Masao had no intention of defending Wangxian County in the first place. Since Wangxian County has now become a problem, Murano Masao directly left it to the General Staff to make the decision.

The Japanese Army General Staff never paid attention to Zhao Zhiguo from the beginning.

First of all, the Japanese army believed that the Eighth Route Army was composed of farmers and lacked weapons and formal training.

Troops like the Eighth Route Army cannot be called an army in the eyes of little devils, they are just a bunch of rabble!

And Zhao Zhiguo was a small regiment leader in the Eighth Route Army.

If the Japanese Army General Staff attaches great importance to the commander of the Eighth Route Army, it will really have a bubble in its head.

But now Zhao Zhiguo seems to be getting more and more troubled. With the Chinese army retreating in large numbers, it seems that Zhao Zhiguo is leading an independent regiment to launch a counterattack.

Although Zhao Zhiguo's troops never launched a large-scale attack on the battlefield, Zhao Zhiguo was able to exploit their weaknesses every time and force the Japanese army to defeat without a fight.

But how could the Japanese military staff admit its failure?

Even if the battle is defeated under their plan, they will not admit that they really lost.

According to this logic, even if Wangxian's troops have begun to head towards the irreversible abyss, they believe that Wangxian's troops are enough to make Zhao Zhiguo's troops pay a greater price.

"Keep Wang County at all costs and fight to the last soldier!"

The Japanese Army General Staff gave the final order that the troops in Wangxian County must die in Wangxian County and cannot lose the honor of their Imperial Army.

Upon hearing this order, Murano Masao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

I'm afraid Zhao Zhiguo won't give them any chance to fight.

When Wang County runs out of ammunition and food, the soldiers in Wang County cannot even hold a gun, so how can they fight?

"Your Excellency, Brigade Commander, do we really want to ignore the troops in Wang County?"

"Do you have any good ideas?" Masao Murano asked the staff member.

The road has been cut off, and the food that was supposed to be delivered today has not been loaded because the engineering troops have not repaired the road.

However, worse news came again. While their engineers were building the road, they seemed to have dug a landmine, which exploded and five little Japs were killed on the spot.

"Did they lay mines under the dirt while destroying the road?"

Murano Masao thought to himself, this move is really cruel, knowing that they will build roads and lay mines under the soil, making it impossible to prevent them.

In fact, it's not a landmine at all.

Since the last time Yao Peng proposed developing time bombs, Zhao Zhiguo immediately set up a team in the arsenal.

Moreover, the Bingzhou Arsenal originally had experience in making time bombs, so the progress was very fast, and the Arsenal quickly produced the finished product.

Once the finished product comes out, it will definitely be tested.

The Japanese army is right there, and the little Japanese soldiers are the best test subjects.

So while destroying the road, Zhao Zhiguo asked Zhao Ziming to estimate the progress of the Japanese army's road construction, adjust the time, and deploy a time bomb.

When the little Japanese learned that the damaged road was likely to be mined, the Japanese engineering troops had to stop and start clearing mines.

The progress of road construction is getting slower and slower. As time goes by, the food in the Japanese warehouse in Wang County begins to run out.

Good fortune never comes alone, but misfortune never comes alone. God once again gave Zhao Zhiguo a face.

That afternoon, the wind was howling and dark clouds were gathering.

Zhao Zhiguo was hiding in the headquarters, lighting a brazier, and could feel the cold malice brought by the cold air.

"This is such a crazy weather. The sun was shining brightly the day before yesterday. I thought spring was coming, but I didn't expect it caught us off guard this afternoon."

The only person who can catch Zhao Zhiguo and the others off guard is the changing weather.

"Listening to the wind, I feel like they are cheering for us."

Although it was very cold, Zhao Zhiguo felt very happy.

He has been looking forward to the next heavy snow. It is best that the snow lasts all night and that the snow on the ground can reach his calves.

"God really appreciates face. Maybe the little devil has done too many evil things, and God can't stand it anymore."

After Matthew Wen learned about Zhao Zhiguo's plan, he also looked forward to a heavy snowfall all day long.

"Send a telegram to my brother and Lao Qin. We must not give up our vigilance against the Japanese army just because of the snow. We must carry forward the spirit of hard work and hard work. From tomorrow on, we must not allow a grain of grain to be transported into the county. If the little devil leaves the county, we must give up."

I beat them hard."

The kid originally wanted to use winter to trap Zhao Zhiguo to death, but he didn't expect that winter would be the catastrophe for the Japanese army in Wang County.

At night, the wind stopped, and outside the window, snowflakes fell rustling on the yard, roofs and windowsills.

Occasionally, there was the sound of dead branches being crushed not far away, and the occasional barking of dogs echoed in the snowy night.

The oil lamp inside the house kept beating, dragging a long shadow on the window.

Zhao Zhiguo looked at the oil lamp in trance, humming a little tune as the lamp beat.
Chapter completed!