The shock wave of the explosion completely exploded the link at the rear of the carriage, and the carriage rushed in all directions against the plain.
For a moment, the ground was filled with smoke and dust, and the carriage slid thirty-four meters on the ground before slowly stopping.
In such a violent explosion, the appearance of these carriages was only slightly deformed, which is enough to prove how good the quality of these carriages is.
And Ding Wei became more and more certain that the guy in the carriage must be a big fish, otherwise how could the little devil use such a high-quality carriage.
Having said that, the little devils in the carriage were still quite frightened.
Especially Komatsu Miyajima Makoto, this guy was so excited that he couldn't sleep much all night because he could see his friends.
When the explosion occurred, the Japs were dining in the carriage, but before he even picked up a cup of coffee, he was startled by the sudden explosion.
A deafening buzzing sound kept echoing between his ears.
Just as he was about to get up and ask what happened, he suddenly felt a strong pushing sensation on his back.
Before Komatsu Miyajima Makoto could react, his center of gravity shifted and he sat on the chair again, and the back of his head hit the wall behind him hard.
"Ah!" Komatsu Miyajima Makoto grinned and covered the back of his head.
He subconsciously wanted to look out the window, but for travel safety, the car windows were covered with iron plates, and he had no idea what was going on outside.
Especially since his head was hit again just now, he only felt that his consciousness was a little blurry.
Komatsu Miyajima Makoto could only hug the table in front of him tightly to prevent himself from being thrown out.
After an unknown amount of time, due to inertia, his head hit the table hard again, leaving a red mark.
Komatsu Miyajima Makoto felt the carriage stop. He shook his head vigorously, trying to shake away the buzzing in his ears.
His head was hit twice in succession, and Komatsu Miyajima Makoto felt a little confused.
"Come on, come on, Kuroda!" Komatsu Miyajima Makoto had just regained some consciousness and shouted towards the carriage door in shock.
It didn't take long.
The carriage door was knocked open directly.
Kuroda Masahiro rushed in in a hurry and looked at Komatsu Miyajima Makoto who was covering his head.
His expression suddenly changed, and he walked quickly to Komatsu Miyajima Makoto: "Your Highness, are you okay?"
I saw Miyajima Makoto Komatsu being hit with blood on the back of his head, and his forehead was also red.
He hurriedly shouted behind him: "Medical soldier, medical soldier, come and check the body of His Royal Highness!"
"No need!" Komatsu Miyajima Makoto's eyes were cold: "I'm fine now, you go outside immediately and find out what's going on outside!"
"...Yes." Masahiro Kuroda was about to speak but stopped.
"Go quickly!" Komatsu Miyajima Makoto said angrily.
"Hai!" Kuroda Masahiro stood up quickly and nodded.
At this moment, the carriage where the prince's escort was flying did not know where it was.
Masahiro Kuroda could only cautiously get into the car, poke his head and carefully observe the situation outside.
After learning that there might be an ambush outside, Kuroda Masahiro put on the clothes of an ordinary soldier and then calmly walked out of the carriage.
Although he was extremely cautious, the members of the Prince's Guard were far less vigilant than he was.
The sudden explosion frightened them so much that their heads were shaken.
They had been living a comfortable life in Kyoto and had never been exposed to a battle of this level.
After jumping out of the carriage, the Japanese soldiers in the prince's escort team arranged their appearance on the spot.
As members of the Prince's Guard, they must look good wherever they go, so that His Highness the Prince will have face.
A guy who looked like a captain was yelling at the escort members to sort out the queue.
From the time they got off the bus until now, no one has been on guard.
When Kuroda Masahiro saw this scene, he was so angry that his nose almost became crooked.
How could these idiots still think about being neat and tidy?
"Baga, immediately occupy the favorable terrain and send a small team to guard the area!" Kuroda Masahiro couldn't stand it anymore, walked quickly towards the captain, and shouted in a low voice.
"Baga!" the Japanese captain scolded him when he saw that he was an ordinary soldier. He was very angry at first.
But when he saw it was Kuroda Masahiro, the guy's expression changed instantly.
"Hai, Your Majesty Colonel!" The captain paused hurriedly.
"Asshole, you idiot!" Masahiro Kuroda slapped him again: "Never salute your commander on the battlefield.
This will lead to someone targeting your commander, you stupid guy.
Especially as a captain, you actually salute a first-class soldier, which is very unreasonable in itself!"
Masahiro Kuroda is obviously someone who came off the battlefield.
"I understand!" the captain responded honestly.
Even though Kuroda responded quickly, it was too late.
Ding Wei had already noticed such a strange scene.
In the highly hierarchical Japanese army, it is very unreasonable for a captain to treat a superior soldier with respect.
Moreover, this guy wearing a soldier's uniform is a bit too old.
Now that the Japanese army is at its peak, how could the Japanese army want such an old gangster to become a first-class soldier?
Ding Wei was convinced that judging from this senior soldier's age, he was at least a lieutenant colonel.
then.
Ding Wei continued to observe the number of Japanese soldiers in front of him.
There were probably one small squad of Japanese outside, but judging from the size of the scattered carriages, there were at least two squadrons of Japanese this time.
Judging from their attire, these Japanese soldiers do not look like ordinary Japanese soldiers.
Especially the equipment they carry is actually the M1938A submachine gun produced by Boretta!
Although this weapon is not as famous, its performance is no worse than those submachine guns that are famous on the battlefield.
Some of them even perform better than those submachine guns, but because they were born in the wrong country, not many people understand this type of submachine gun.
Japan and Italy are both Axis allies.
It is understandable that Italian Arms Company provided a batch of submachine guns to the Japanese royal family.
But because most of the little devils are short in stature and have relatively short limbs.
They were holding this submachine gun about one meter long, which looked very funny no matter how you looked at it.
Ding Wei became more and more certain that this was Komatsu Miyajima Seido's escort team, and that naughty Japanese prince must be hiding in a certain carriage!
Looking at the submachine gun in the Japs' hands, Ding Wei showed a smile. Nearly two hundred people attacked nearly five hundred Japs escorts holding submachine guns in their hands.
This battle is bound to be very fierce. Maybe the 28th regiment won't even have to cross Niangzi Pass, and all of them will have to be surrendered here.
While Ding Wei was observing, many Japanese soldiers came down from the carriage.