The winter sun is very slanting and dazzling. The weather is still very cold. There are matted dry grass and withered shrubs under your feet. At a glance, you can see that the surroundings are all rolling hills. The dwarf cypress trees growing on these hills are densely packed in some places and dense in others.
The place is sparse. This evergreen plant still has lush branches and leaves in winter, and looks dark from a distance.
Xiang Xiaoqiang stood on the north slope of a hill dozens of meters high. The dazzling setting sun shot down from above his head. He had just tried it. Looking up from below would be very dazzling, making it difficult to open his eyes.
At the foot of the mountain is the railway. The Jinpu Railway is the only place where the prisoner of war train must pass. It will be about noon, two hours, or at most three hours later.
Last night, Xiang Xiaoqiang arranged for people to be on duty in turns, watching the radio and receiving the latest information about the train at any time. This morning, Dongchang sent news. According to the information provided by the intelligence officer at Suzhou Station, the train has already departed and will definitely not stop on the way.
We will arrive in Xuzhou at noon.
The two railway tracks at the foot of the mountain were shining brightly in the sunlight, but the hillside where he was was hidden in the shadows. A few meters below Xiang Xiaoqiang's feet, several team members were following his orders, commanded by Li Gensheng, "wasting food gorgeously"
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Li Gensheng first asked them to dig out a small flat slope on the hillside, and then use rice bags as sandbags to form a square circle. Cover it with the tailgate of the truck compartment, and pile the rice bags on the steel plate. According to "Field Fortification Science"
》standard, such a top surface can withstand direct hits from 60mm mortars.
The side facing the top of the mountain at the back is the entrance, and a 20 x 15 cm shooting port is left on each of the other three sides.
There is about two to three square meters of space inside, which is just enough space for two people - a machine gun team's activity space. The internal height is about 1.1 to 1.2 meters, and they need to be in prone or squatting positions.
This is a small field fortification. It is very strong. Although it uses rice bags instead of standard sandbags, it is almost as good as sandbags in protecting against bullets, shrapnel and explosion shock waves.
After the main firepower point was built, Li Gensheng directed his team members to cut down some cypress branches and leaves in the distance, insert them on them, and build a lot of bushes to surround the fortifications.
After finishing the disguise, he shouted down the mountain:
"Hey - how do you look?"
On the railway track at the foot of the mountain, a team member shouted loudly:
"Very good, I can't tell—!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang held his arms and held a straw stick in his mouth. He stood on the top of the hill and watched everything with satisfaction. He looked back again. Behind the hill, the truck was parked there. He had a stomachache and watched the radio in the car.
, and Xiao Wu.
Xiang Xiaoqiang specially went into the machine gun fortification to experience it. It was very dark, very narrow, and smelled like raw rice. But looking out from the three shooting ports, the view was very good, and a large area under the mountain was overlooked.
Next. Moreover, the rice bag is very thick and feels very safe. This is completely a small bunker.
This "Woodpecker" is their trump card and the only pillar of firepower. The opponent's two machine guns (or maybe four, it is estimated that the opponent will soon move the two machine guns on the other side) all rely on this
The "Woodpecker" suppressed it. Therefore, if the machine gunner was killed, most of the operation would have failed. But in this clever little fortification, the machine gun team could be well protected.
Other team members will hold Thompson machine guns and disperse them at the foot of the mountain much closer to the railway. Although the submachine gun firepower is strong, the range is not good. In fact, it stands to reason that part of the firepower should be deployed on the opposite hill, but the small team is too manned.
If there are too few, the troops cannot be divided. The plan after discussing with Xiang Xiaoqiang and Li Gensheng is to place all the firepower on one side, leaving the other side for the Qing soldiers to escape. If both sides are blocked, it is a massacre formation, and only one side is blocked.
Just disperse the enemies and allow the small team to board the train to rescue people.
And everyone stays together, which makes it easier to retreat. There is no need to go around the long train and trek from the opposite mountain to get here.
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The team members on the railway at the foot of the mountain would lie down from time to time and put their ears to the rails to listen carefully. Xiang Xiaoqiang stood at the highest point and looked south from time to time, in the direction where the train should come.
Suddenly, the team members at the foot of the mountain shouted:
"There's movement——"
Looking towards Xiaoqiang, a line of thick white smoke appeared in the distance to the south, slowly approaching. He immediately turned around and looked at the truck behind the mountain.
She stood behind the carriage with a stomachache, waving her arms towards him and shaking her head.
Phew...this train is not.
According to the estimated time, 80% of the prisoner of war train has arrived at Xuzhou Station, and it may have stopped there to add coal and water. Dongchang had lurking personnel in some key departments in the Qing Dynasty, such as railway stations. Xuzhou is a major station on Jinpu Road
, the latent spy at this station is also very reliable. As soon as the train here leaves, he will send a telegram over there. Of course, his telegram is first sent to Nanjing East Factory, who then forwards it to the squad.
There are two encryption and decryption steps in the middle, which takes a lot of time. Fortunately, their current location is far away from Xuzhou Station, otherwise it would be too late.
Everyone crouched low and hid, watching the train slamming past. This was a mixed train of passenger cars and freight cars, which was generally not done this way in later generations. Xiang Xiaoqiang estimated that this was because there was only one north-south route in the eastern part of the Qing Dynasty.
Railways need to make full use of their transportation capacity. But at this time, the trains were running really slowly, apparently at a speed of more than 30 kilometers per hour. I don’t know if it was like this in the 1930s, or because of the poor quality of the Qing Dynasty railways.
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Suddenly, a cry of stomachache came from behind:
"Out of the station-"
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart tightened, and he looked at the train at his feet and thought:
Could it be this train? Now that I have received a telegram from Dongchang, the train has been leaving for at least a while...
The trains were passing by one after another, and there were no machine guns seen outside the windows. It didn't look like they were heavily guarded. The passengers inside the windows couldn't see clearly either.
He just watched the train go away. Cold sweat broke out on his back. If it were this train, the mission would have been a complete failure...
Xiang Xiaoqiang kept looking at his watch and the team member responsible for listening to the sound on the railway down the mountain.
After waiting anxiously for an hour, the Yamashita team members finally stood up and shouted:
"coming--"
Okay, that’s it!
Shout to Xiaoqiang:
"Everyone is in his place——"
All the team members at his feet were lying down on their fire points, concentrating their concentration.
Thick milky white steam mixed with black soot in the distance gradually approached. This train was much faster than the one just now, and the black locomotive also looked very powerful. There were a total of ten passenger cars hung behind the locomotive.
Xiang Xiaoqiang grabbed the submachine gun, quickly ran to his position down the mountain, and lay down in the bushes. This place was only twenty or thirty meters away from the railway, and the spikes beside the railway track could be clearly seen.
As he held the submachine gun, he felt that the sweat on his hands continued to seep out and became slippery. He felt that he was so nervous that he could not breathe. This was not only related to the success of the mission, but also whether he could win the beauty return, and he was the glory.
Wealth and wealth, or corpses in the wilderness.
Just now everyone asked him to stay in the back with his stomachache, but Xiang Xiaoqiang insisted on going to the battlefield in person. This was the first battle in his life, and he could never back down. Moreover, he was the captain, and the captain hid behind. From now on, these
I can't take my brother with me.
The most important thing is that he believes in his protagonist-level character and his good fortune.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked to the left and right. Li Gensheng was on the left and Li Changgui was on the right, both about ten meters apart. There were a total of eleven people participating in the battle. Excluding the two machine gunners, there were nine submachine guns close to the battle. There were not many people, but
The firepower is very powerful.
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The train driver saw several big bags piled up next to the railway. They were very high, one on top of the other, very close, right next to the rails, and they seemed to have something written on them like rice. He was a little strange, how could there be such piles in such barren mountains?
A pile of rice. He stuck his head out and looked ahead.
……not good.
The driver looked far into the distance and saw something piled on the rails more than a hundred meters ahead... It seemed to be a big sack. When he got closer, he could see clearly that it was a big sack, the same as the rice bag just now. It was piled on the rails.
On the rail, there are two rails, four on each side.
He broke out in a cold sweat. The fear of the train derailing made him brake suddenly. There was a harsh friction sound, and the train was still sliding forward.
Xiang Xiaoqiang lurked on the side of the road and watched the train brake as planned, its big wheels splashing dazzling sparks.
Finally, just where the wheels of the locomotive were a few meters away from the sack, the train stopped. "Chi—" a burst of white air came out, and he gasped for breath.
The team member lying on the far right turned the detonator, and there was an explosion under the pile of rice bags beside the railway. More than ten bags of rice were piled on the rails. The two piles of rice bags blocked the front and rear of the train.
There was a commotion on the train, and many voices shouted:
"Train hijacker! Train hijacker!"
Then all the glass windows were pushed up, and the muzzles of countless Mauser rifles were stretched out, and they began to fire messily, "crack, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle"
A gun with a cylinder in it appeared out of the window of one of the cars. It was a black hole and began to spit out tongues of fire at the surrounding shrubs, grass, and mountains.
Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately recognized that this was the Maxim machine gun. Because it was a water-cooled machine gun with a water barrel, the sound of the gun was muffled and the rate of fire was not fast:
"Da da da da da da da..."
Soon, a machine gun poked out of another car window. The muzzle of the gun was bell-shaped, and there was a bullet disk on top of the gun body. The sound was very loud:
"Empty, empty, empty, empty..."
This is the Deggarev light machine gun. The Soviet rotary type.
Xiang Xiaoqiang lowered his head and grasped the grass roots at hand, listening to the bullets screaming past his head.
He knew that this kind of aimless fire test would probably not hit anyone, but his heart was still beating hard. He didn't dare to raise his head at all, for fear that his head would be blown off by a bullet.
Soon, the turntable gun stopped firing. Then, Maxim also stopped firing. They were all changing bullets.
Xiang Xiaoqiang said silently: It's time for you to see what a high-speed machine gun is... and then let you listen to the legendary sound of "tearing linen"...
Just as he finished reciting, a sound similar to "tearing linen" came from the distance behind him. In an instant, the air above his head seemed to be torn apart, and bullets screaming like splashing water rushed towards the train.
Suddenly, a cloud of blood sprayed from the position of the two machine guns on the train, and broken glass flew everywhere...