After driving for more than half an hour, the observation group's convoy arrived at Dawangou. At this time, the sky became slightly brighter.
On the canyons on both sides of Dawangou, every few dozen meters there is a Japanese soldier standing guard with a 38 rifle on his back.
Sitting in the co-pilot and looking at these soldiers of the First Army, Hattori Naoomi had a look of displeasure on his face.
According to Commander Shun Tada's order, he and these Imperial Army elites came here to watch a wonderful show.
However, the reality is that since they arrived here, they have been led by that guy Yamamoto, and they haven't even seen them, let alone performed.
Are the soldiers of the First Army best at directing traffic?
Hattori Naoomi's face became increasingly unhappy.
What Hattori Naoomi didn't know was that at this time, his convoy was within the sight of several Eighth Route Army commanders' telescopes.
In the headquarters of the new regiment, Li Yunlong, who was standing on the ladder, raised his telescope and spoke excitedly:
"Haha, my big fish has arrived, quite early."
Beside him, Chu Yunfei held up the telescope and exclaimed: "Oh my God, it's really a big fish in the net. All I can see are Japs in officer uniforms."
As for the military rank, it was not clear in the field of view of the telescope because the light was too dark in the morning.
But this whole truckload of Japanese officers looked unusual at first glance. If they were killed by the Eighth Route Army, the Japanese would probably go crazy.
"Brother Chu."
"Do you think I can use this net to fish out the 9th Brigade?"
With a smile on his lips, Li Yunlong glanced at Chu Yunfei, and then continued to look at the Japanese convoy.
“It’s possible to catch fish, but it’s hard to say how much we can catch.”
Chu Yunfei raised and put down the telescope in his hand and said.
"Old Li!"
Kong Jie stooped and walked in. Although his voice was lowered, the excitement in his tone could be heard:
"The big fish is here, and there's not just one net, but a dozen damn nets!"
Behind Kong Jie, Ding Wei also walked in with an equally excited expression: "His grandma, it seems we can really have a big fight this time!"
Immediately afterwards, Cao Sanlian and Qiu Zhangcheng also walked in, with murderous intent flashing in everyone's excited eyes.
Chu Yunfei saw this and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The atmosphere of the Eighth Route Army officers is really incomparable to that of the Jinsui officers.
Facing the powerful Japanese army, most of the officers of the Jinsui Army were afraid to avoid it and passed the blame to each other in order to preserve their strength.
The Eighth Route Army officers were all scrambling to get in, fearing that they would not be able to get the combat mission.
"Order the soldiers to be ready. As soon as the reconnaissance and searching Japanese soldiers leave, the troops will immediately enter an ambush position." Commander Li said in a cold tone.
"Yes!" the regiment leaders shouted in a low voice, turned around and left the headquarters, walking towards the locations of the commanders and soldiers of each department.
After the group leaders left, Li Yunlong walked to the radio communication machine on the table and looked at Chu Yunfei.
He smiled and said: "Brother Chu, I'm sorry, can you step aside for a while? I have secrets to report to the headquarters."
"No problem." Chu Yunfei glanced at the radio communication machine on the table, and a flash of surprise flashed across his face. This radio communication machine seemed to be more advanced than the one in the Second War Zone. It must be a product of a major foreign manufacturer. He said
After finishing, Chu Yunfei turned around and walked out.
After Chu Yunfei left, Li Yunlong picked up the microphone and receiver of the radio communication machine, put the microphone to his mouth and the receiver to his ear.
"Boss Li calls Boss Chen, please answer if you hear me!"
"Boss Li calls Boss Chen, please answer if you hear me!"
After calling twice, Li Yunlong heard Chen Feng's voice: "Boss Chen received it."
"Boss Chen, we have big business."
Li Yunlong said.
"Wait a mininute."
After a while, Chen Feng's voice was heard again: "Boss Li, I have arranged for the pigeon to take off. After the pigeon approaches you, you can talk directly to the pigeon."
Li Yunlong looked overjoyed and said: "Thank you very much, Boss Chen. Next time we meet, Li will treat Boss Chen to a drink, and please be sure to appreciate it."
"Chen will definitely bother Boss Li next time."
After Chen Feng finished speaking, the two hung up the call.
A few days ago, on the night when Li Yunlong invited Chen Feng out to discuss big business, Li Yunlong said that he would use the opportunity for air support.
Chen Feng asked Li Yunlong about the time and place, and the two agreed to communicate in code words.
Moreover, after the fleet arrived at its destination, Li Yunlong could also communicate directly with the people on the plane, which meant that Li Yunlong could control the specific location and time of the bombing.
Even if the bomber group flies over the destination but has not yet reached the bombing opportunity, Li Yunlong can still command the group to continue circling and wait until the time is right to drop the bombs.
After hanging up the call, Captain Li's eyes flashed sharply, and his expression was murderous.
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Hanjia Village.
Because the weather was so cold, the Japanese searched the area near the highway in the middle of the night and then went back to stay in the turrets and bunkers.
It was not until dawn that the Japanese soldiers from the gun towers and bunkers came out again, standing every few dozen meters on both sides of the road.
The Japanese had no idea that No. 200's well-equipped Eighth Route Army was hidden under the sorghum and corn stalks on the cliffs on both sides of the highway.
After driving through Dawangou, the Japanese observation group drove along the road for about ten minutes and were about to arrive at Hanjiacun.
Naoomi Hattori was sitting in the co-pilot of the third truck, looking at the soldiers of the First Army saluting, frowning tightly.
Different from Naoomi Hattori's bad mood, the Japanese officers on the carriage seemed a little excited, pointing at the surrounding scenery.
Hattori Naoomi glanced at the Japanese soldiers a few times, and then at the cliffs on both sides. At first glance, he found nothing unusual.
At second glance, why is there an extra person on the edge of the cliff?
Hattori Naoomi thought he was being deceived when he heard an exclamation in his ears: "Baga, there is an enemy!"
Looking carefully, the man on the cliff seemed to be wearing a gray military uniform from the Eighth Route Army, with something like a large trumpet on his shoulder.
What's happening here?
Hattori Naoomi's brain short-circuited for a second and fell into a state of confusion.
The person carrying the bazooka was Wei Dayong, and his target was the Japanese's first truck.
The road between the cliffs is so narrow that there is no width for two cars to pass, and only one truck can pass.
All you need to do is blow up the leading and trailing cars of the Japanese convoy, and you will be able to condescend to the enemy and create a situation of closing the door and beating the dogs.
The rockets have already been loaded into the chamber, the optical sight has been opened, the scale has been adjusted, the handle is held in the right hand, and the index finger of the left hand is placed on the trigger.
When Wei Dayong stood up, he simultaneously aimed at the Japanese leader's car and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.
After a weird noise, the rocket quickly shot out of the barrel, and a rocket trail instantly appeared in the air.
boom--
The rocket accurately hit the moving Japanese car.
The Japanese leader's car was blown up in a cloud of mushrooms. The fragments of the car and the broken Japanese limbs fell from the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a truck behind the Japanese was also hit by a rocket and burst into flames. The Japanese on board were swallowed up by air waves and artillery fire in an instant.
The remaining Japanese trucks collided and rear-ended one after another, squeezing into a group, and the scene was very chaotic for a time.
"Baga, enemy attack!"
Hattori Naoomi's expression changed drastically, he pushed open the car door, took out the tortoise box and fired randomly at both sides, as if only the sound of gunshots could embolden him.
The Japanese jumped out of the truck one after another, making strange noises.
But at this time, a new group of soldiers on both sides had emerged from under the sorghum and corn stalks, holding submachine guns condescendingly and pulling the triggers at the Japanese.
The First Company and the Sharp Sword Squadron were mainly equipped with submachine guns. The intensive firepower of about 200 submachine guns made it impossible for the Japanese to attack them in one fell swoop.
Although Toranosuke Koshii assigned two squads of elite escorts to the Japanese observation group.
However, most of the equipment of this elite convoy is 38-inch. In the face of such terrain and intensive firepower, the elite convoy is completely useless.
The Japanese on guard in nearby gun towers and bunkers were startled when they heard the sudden outbreak of fighting.
I was really shocked.
Because these Japs carefully inspected the cliff in the middle of the night last night and did not find even a single enemy.
The Japs subconsciously felt that there were 100% enemies on this cliff, so when a large number of Eighth Route Army soldiers appeared here, the Japs were not only frightened but also full of disbelief.
The eight-way game was too dark.
Under the dense rain of bullets, the Japanese escorts and officers suffered heavy casualties. After the soldiers finished firing a magazine, at least half of the Japanese were killed.
Another round of firepower will kill most of the Japs, not just all the Japs, without any problem.
However, the soldiers stopped firing in unison and let the remaining Japanese live for a while in order to fish out the 9th Brigade.
Naoomi Hattori, an old Japanese soldier, was lucky. A Japanese soldier, Shaozuo, blocked his gun and survived the first round of shooting.
Seeing that there was no follow-up attack from Eighth Route Army, I couldn't help but look happy. It must be that Eighth Route Army did not have enough bullets.
"Break out immediately!"
"Follow me and get out!"
"Foolish positivity!"
After the Japanese escort threw a few grenades onto the cliff, a group of Japanese officers and soldiers rushed forward.
But the next moment, a rocket flew down, and gunshots rang out like exploding beans.
A truck was hit by a rocket, a mushroom cloud exploded, a raging fire broke out, and several Japanese officers were blown up.
In addition, twenty or thirty Japanese officers fell under the fire of submachine guns.
"Baga! Go to the other side!" Seeing that the road was blocked, Hattori Naoomi led the remaining Japanese officers and soldiers and rushed to the other exit.
But the result was still the same. After losing twenty or thirty people, they were pushed back by the fierce firepower of the Eighth Route Army.
"Bagaya road!"
"Bring me the radio!"
Lying under the bed of a truck, Hattori Naoomi shouted in anger and embarrassment.
Not long after, a radio phone was handed into Hattori Naoomi's hand, and there were two left-wingers lying beside him.
"Call the 9th Brigade!"
"idiot!"
"Call the 9th Brigade!"
Hattori Naoomi quickly picked up the receiver and microphone of the radio and yelled loudly into the microphone.
"This is the 9th Brigade." After a moment, the voice of the 9th Brigade's correspondent came from the receiver.
Hattori Naoomi continued his filial piety: "I am Major General Hattori Naoomi, commander of the 21st Brigade. The observation group was surrounded by eight-way heavy troops in Hanjiacun. I request your brigade to support you immediately! If there are no reinforcements in 20 minutes, you will wait to give the Empire
Army elites collected the corpses!"
"Ha Yi!" The voice of the correspondent of the 9th Brigade came again from the receiver.
Naoomi Hattori, who had just put down the microphone, picked it up again and shouted into the microphone: "Haga!"
