John 61 Smith drove the train out of St. Paul's station, and according to the station's experience, the train was not moving fast. It's not that John 61 Smith wants to be lazy, the profiteers who built the railroad cut corners, and the roadbed was poorly laid. If you run too fast, the train will be bumpy and intense.

This is not bad, there was a tragedy in the previous section where a railway bridge suddenly collapsed when the train was passing. The next few carriages fell into the river as they boarded, but fortunately the train was carrying grain, and if it was a passenger car, dozens of people would have died.

"Prepare to pressurize!" After the vehicle drove out of St. Paul, John 61 Smith gave the order to the stoker.

After shouting the order, John 61 Smith turned his head and prepared to pull the handle. However, his arm could not be pulled down, and a group of people was moving along the railway in the direction of São Paulo. They wore a decent olive-green trench coat and a very fashionable olive-green hat. If it weren't for the rifle on his back, it would be quite trendy at first glance.

Is this the new uniform of the Pinkerton Detective Company? John 61 Smith had this thought in his head. Out of curiosity, John 61 Smith poked his head out of the window, and then he saw a group of soldiers quickly raising their rifles.

"Oh God......" was John 61 Smith's last thought before the bullet hit his head.

After solving the driver, Captain Shi Qian threw down his rifle, ran to the side of the train after a few accelerations, grabbed the handrail, and the captain was taken up by the train in the air. After swaying back and forth a few times, Captain Shi Qian stabilized his body and began to climb the train. His subordinates were also very smart, and when they saw the captain climb the train so bravely, the three soldiers also dropped their rifles and climbed into the train car first.

After ten minutes, the train finally stopped. Coincidentally, it stopped near Ma Xiaoming, who was advancing. Under the aim of the guns, the door on the locomotive opened, and the co-driver and the stoker jumped off the front of the train one after another under the pressure of Captain Shi Qian's pistol. The co-driver was better, but the stoker ran away without a leg, and was immediately shot and killed.

"Don't shoot, it's me." Captain Shi Qian was also taken aback by such a decisive killing, and he first shouted a few times in Chinese, and then leaned out cautiously. In less than ten minutes, the captain was brought to Ma Xiaoming.

"Do you know how to drive a train?" Ma Xiaoming probably listened to Shi Qian's narration and asked.

"I don't know how to drive a train, but I can speak English." Captain Shi Qian replied proudly. His lover is the daughter of a former Indian chief, who now works at a foreign language school in Xinxiang. Because of her background, Captain Shi Qian's lover can speak English, French, and Indian, and of course, she has been studying in Chinese schools for ten years, and Chinese has become her daily and working language. Of course, Captain Shi Qian would not flaunt his wife's knowledge at this time.

"Someone, send the captain back to the troops." Ma Xiaoming didn't want to talk so much nonsense, and of course the captain made a lot of contributions. However, the lack of commanders in the captain's troops at the moment is also a reality. Of course, the reward for meritorious deeds should only be after victory, and there has never been a matter of meritorious service without reward in the Liberation Army.

Captain Shi Qian and his subordinates took another 20 minutes to rush back to the unit on a motorcycle. The captain was naturally very fond of such a handy piece of equipment, but he felt that it was a pity. There were a number of mechanical problems along the way, and in order to maintain the speed of the march, the trucks and motorcycles that were really not repaired were towed to the side of the nearby valley, unloaded with equipment, drained of fuel, and pushed down the valley. The choice of equipment that does not want to be captured by the enemy is naturally helpless, and in terms of the ability of the Yankees, they may not be able to find those equipment. Even if you find it, you can't get it away. But the devastating concealment of this equipment is also distressing.

Although the company commander climbed the train, the deputy company commander continued to march with his troops and did not look back to chase after him. The soldiers were very happy to see the company commander and his comrades-in-arms return safely.

"Company commander, such a big train has been subdued by you!"

"Company commander, teach us how to pack the train next time!"

The heroic behavior can naturally be admired by the soldiers from the bottom of their hearts, and the instructor even complained first, "Company Commander Shi, you are too impulsive." After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but praise, "When you are free, you can teach this to the soldiers." ”

Shi Qian didn't show a smug expression, a big reason why he was able to make a quick judgment in such a short period of time was that he had practiced, and the North American part of the Republic of China was not completely peaceful, and this technique was also practiced when he participated in the extermination of a group of habitual Indian railroad criminals.

Being on the battlefield, there is naturally not much nonsense. Inspired by Shi Qian's heroic and decisive actions, the soldiers were much higher. The troops went straight along the railway to the railway station in São Paulo. The southbound railway was blocked by that train, and the next priority was to hurry to conquer the train station and other important places.

No one likes to listen to the roar of a train every day, and there are very few houses close to the railway before entering the city center. Approaching the center of São Paulo, the city suddenly bells rang loudly. The soldiers who had been newly incorporated into the motorized unit immediately became nervous, and the soldiers who had fought on the West Coast had begun to get used to this kind of alarm bell, and their faces became solemn. The ensuing urban battles are bound to be fierce.

The western part of the country was a place where everyone had guns, especially in the city center, and as soon as the Liberation Army approached, people began to shoot at the stragglers from their windows. The black medicine bullet failed to hit the infantry who were fighting according to the combat norms, but instead created a thick smoke that gave the Liberation Army guidance. The rifleman took cover and opened fire at the window.

Watching the soldiers subconsciously shoot at a window, Shi Qian's memories of the battle in San Francisco were immediately restored. It was a tragic battle, with more than 1,000 casualties. Shi Qian hurriedly shouted: "Platoon leader, lead the troops to form a formation according to the combat mode." ”

The platoon leader also participated in the Battle of San Francisco, and he was still a squad leader at the time. Hearing the company commander's order, the platoon commander went to the front line with his waist bent and first stopped the soldiers from shooting like birds. The first platoon leader ordered the second squad leader: "Drop the bomb!" ”

The second squad leader pulled out a grenade, first looked at the window where the curtains were smashed, and he ran to the window to stand against the wall. Taking a deep breath, the second squad leader pulled out the grenade and waited for a moment, then threw the grenade into the window. After only a few seconds, the grenade exploded inside the house, sending out a puff of smoke and debris from the window. After a few more seconds, a woman's exclamation could be faintly heard.

The roar of the grenade explosion brought the soldiers into the battlefield in the blink of an eye, and no one paid attention to the screams of the women. The veterans had heard far more terrible voices on the battlefield, and the reaction of screaming was as gentle as the breeze of a summer night compared to the movement of a storm of human death.

The second squad leader gestured to his men across the street, and within ten seconds, his fighters were also in action. Crossing the street, everyone began to move towards the destination train station.

Spot after place, gunfire and explosions rang out in the city of São Paulo. In less than an hour, the whole city was boiling.

"What a hassle!" Ma Xiaoming muttered at the door of a house a kilometer away from the city. The U.S. Constitution guarantees the right of Americans to bear arms, and there is no need for constitutional protection, and the United States is a country where everyone owns guns. Ma Xiaoming fully realized this when he conquered the West Coast.

Holding a gun does not mean that you will have the will to fight, but human beings will always make a lot of overreactions when they are afraid, and if you have another gun in your hand at this time, the chance of conflict is close to 100%.

Just like the house where Ma Xiaoming is now, the guards have just dragged out a few corpses. When the Liberation Army approached, the owner of this house, which lived on a small hill, set up his gun and shot out without saying a word. Until they were killed, the family did not make any gestures of surrender.

Raising the binoculars, Ma Xiaoming saw the smoke rising from the city, with the dull explosion of grenades, many two-story windows were broken, and smoke was coming out of the cracks in the roofs of some buildings that were not solid.

"Sudden ......" The muffled roar of the machine gun was heard in the distance. Ma Xiaoming put down the binoculars and sighed slightly. The troops used machine guns on several occasions in the streets of San Francisco, and those who escaped were swept down by pieces under the heavy machine guns. It's also a tactic, and one-on-one combat is too inefficient. It would be more efficient to dispose of the gunmen in front of the machine-gun positions in the street.

Of course, there were also some gunmen who gathered in a relatively large house, and it was also a good means of fighting to use machine gun fire before the artillery fired at close range.

After more than an hour of fighting, the sound of artillery finally rang out. Ma Xiaoming did not look at St. Paul, but turned his head to look at the rushing Mississippi River, which is located east of the Mississippi River, and across the Mississippi River from St. Paul is Minneapolis, another important city in Minnesota.

"Quick! Fast! Wu Sanjia, deputy commander of the 2nd Division, jumped from a rubber boat onto the west bank of the Mississippi River. Spring floods are a nuisance, and the rivers that are not very wide are much wider than the abundant water provided by the snowmelt in winter, and the water flow is much faster than during the dry season.

Of course, the Liberation Army will not retreat because of such natural conditions, and the rubber boats are connected together after being filled with gas, and are forming a pontoon bridge with the help of strong long ropes. Wu Sanjia also heard the sound of artillery, and unlike the more trendy young motorized infantry, Wu Sanjia was a solid infantry background. Ma Xiaoming could tell that the shells were not fired at the landing field, but from Minneapolis City, across the Mississippi River to St. Paul's side. Wu Sanjia is even less likely to make a wrong judgment.

"Don't look at it, hurry up and build a bridge!" Wu Sanjia shouted at his subordinates who were a little stunned. The enemy's reaction could not be described as a strong response, at least in the eyes of the Liberation Army, it was almost like a show of weakness. It's stupid to reveal the position of your artillery, and if it's a recovering army, you will immediately send infantry to test the counterattack when you see the enemy attacking.

Before Wu Sanjia could say the words that mocked the Yankees, he also remembered the sound of artillery on the side of São Paulo. It was the sound of the 75 guns of the Liberation Army, and in just one minute, the 75 guns fired four shells in the direction of the enemy.