Nishio Shouzo could not have dreamed that the situation on the battlefield had completely reversed as he expected. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Falcon Special Operations Squad, the prey he regarded as a bag, has quietly transformed into a hunter, lurking like a poisonous snake, waiting for his prey to be delivered.

The Japanese troops who were reinforcing the first line of heaven from all directions found out almost at the same time that the Chinese army's resistance had suddenly increased. It turned out that they could still move forward slowly, but now it is almost impossible to move an inch.

In order to stop them, the Chinese army has almost exhausted all means and used everything to the extreme. The originally flat and wide road was buried with a large number of earthen mines, and almost every few tens of meters forward, soldiers would step on these damn shit, and even where there were no mines, they were dug into potholes, and even more hateful, the pits were filled with water and turned into muddy swamps. The car could no longer drive normally on such roads, and the Japanese had no choice but to abandon the car and move forward on foot, and the marching speed naturally became extremely slow.

Not only that, but the Chinese army, which was good at guerrilla warfare, was constantly harassing the Japanese troops along the way, and from time to time one or two crisp gunshots would sound from the woods and hillsides on both sides of the road, and every time the gunshots were accompanied, one or two unlucky eggs would fall to the ground. But when they followed the gunshots, they found that the other party had already fled.

The Japanese commanders were furious and headache at the same time. The order given to them by their superiors is to rush to the front line in the shortest possible time at all costs, and they naturally don't want to waste precious time with these little shrimps here, but if they let it go, I am afraid that before they reach their destination, their troops will lose more than half.

The Japanese troops from all walks of life marched forward in a hurry, stopping and stopping, and the engineering units that walked ahead of them became the top priority. While shouldering the task of demining, they also have to constantly repair roads and bridges to open up roads for the follow-up troops. How could the Chinese army allow them to build roads in comfort? As a result, the sharpshooters had a new target, and the engineer unit became the unit with the largest proportion of Japanese casualties.

In order to protect the engineers, the Japanese had to bring in other combat units, so that their marching columns were completely chaotic and the speed was greatly slowed down.

A day passed, and the commanders of the Japanese army sadly found that they had been running around like wild dogs for a day, and now they were tired like dead dogs, and they seemed to be fighting vigorously, but in fact the results of the battle were almost negligible, and what was even more sad was that their march distance today was less than 100 miles! If they continue at this rate, I am afraid that they will not be able to reach their destination when the war is over.

It's just that the Chinese military and civilians' tactics of "knocking kraft candy" seem to be blooming everywhere, but in fact the results achieved are not great, and they can only hurt the skin of the Japanese army, but they can't hurt their bones at all. What's even worse is that the Japanese troops rushing from the direction of Texas also included a squadron of tanks, these ultra-light Type 94 infantry vehicles with a total combat weight of only 3.45 tons, although they were almost powerless in front of other tanks, but in the face of the Chinese army, which had no anti-tank weapons, they could still show off their might for a while. The rifles of the Chinese soldiers could not penetrate its 6 mm thick armor at all, and they had to rely on crowd tactics to blow it up with cluster grenades. This also caused great casualties to the Chinese army.

Later, a soldier who had been in the tank unit of the Northeast Army came up with an idea to organize the common people to dig out more than a dozen anti-tank trenches three or four meters wide and two meters deep on the road that the Japanese tank unit must pass through, which can be regarded as stopping the pace of these turtle shells from raging.

Early the next morning, the sun rose as usual, but the Japanese commander was helpless to find that yesterday's nightmare was still repeated, and the Chinese army's blocking intensity had increased instead of decreasing, and it did not hesitate to directly establish a blocking line at some important road sections and nodes.

After careful analysis for a while, the Shouzo Nishio, who was rewarded, quickly came to the conclusion that the Falcon Squad must still be besieged in the area of the first line of heaven! And most likely, it is already the end of the crossbow. The reason why the Chinese army stopped and reinforced the Japanese army at all costs was to reduce the pressure on the Falcon squad, and even create opportunities and conditions for them to break through.

In order to ensure that the cooked duck would not fly away out of thin air again, Nishio Shouzo sent a telegram to all units in the name of the headquarters of the Second Army of the Chinese Dispatch Army, ordering them to quickly break through the resistance of the Chinese army at all costs, and be sure to rush to the front line before 6 o'clock in the evening to complete the encirclement of the Falcon Squad.

All units of the Japanese army were basically advancing at a rapid pace, but there was one unit that was uncharacteristically advancing with great triumph. The 3rd Brigade of the 11th Hiroshima Wing of the 5th Division!

In fact, when they first went out of Pingyin County, they were also stubbornly blocked by the Chinese army, the road in front of them was dug potholes, and there were guerrillas and underground anti-Japanese forces behind the buttocks to harass them, and even when they camped and rested at night, the camp was also attacked once, although they did not cause much loss, but the soldiers were tense and did not rest well all night.

In one day and one night, after paying the price of 57 dead in battle, they only advanced more than 80 kilometers, and even so, they were already the fastest marching troops among the troops.

Early the next morning, the captain Miyamoto Saitama Shaosa rubbed his head that had hurt all night and ordered the troops to move on. Today, those Chinese do not know what the hell they will think of to stop themselves from advancing. Thinking of this, and thinking about the commander's order that "you must arrive at your destination before six o'clock in the evening", he felt that his head hurt even more. I really should let those bureaucrats in the staff come here to experience it, lest they stand and talk without backache.

After walking hard for a while, Miyamoto Saitama was surprised to find that today's situation seemed to be much smoother than yesterday. Although they were also harassed by the Chinese army along the way, the intensity was completely incomparable to yesterday. Perhaps due to the rush of time, the damage to the road ahead by the Chinese army was not very serious, although some pits were also dug, but there was no problem for personnel to pass.

In just half a day, the Third Brigade has already advanced more than 30 kilometers, and according to the current speed, if the front is so smooth, it seems that it is not an impossible task to reach the destination on time before 6 o'clock tonight.

While the other troops were struggling in the mire, the mighty Third Brigade stood out from the crowd, being the first to arrive on time and finally destroying the damned Falcon Squad, what an impress the Commander! Thinking of this, the hot-headed Miyamoto Saitama ignored the proposal of the accompanying staff officers to be cautious, step by step, and steady, and ordered the troops to speed up the march and be sure to reach the first line of heaven before six o'clock tonight.

Under the unified coordination of the Shandong Column Headquarters of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the blocking troops in charge of this direction deliberately reduced the intensity of the blocking attack, allowing the Third Brigade to advance alone and step by step into the pocket formation set up for them by Jiangshan.

At about 5:30 in the evening, the 3rd Brigade, which had been marching all the way, finally saw the towering main peak of the sky. In the afterglow of the autumn sunset, Miyamoto Saitama sat proudly on his war horse and observed the situation ahead with a telescope. I saw that there was silence in the distance, and there was no trace of battle at all, which made him a little puzzled, where is the damn Falcon special operations team?

A few friendly liaison soldiers on the hillside in the distance quickly cleared his doubts, because they were so far away that he couldn't hear what the other party was shouting, and could only contact the other party through the flag.

The other party's flag is very clear: "Our department has completely besieged the enemy, I hope your department will advance at full speed, join up with our department, and jointly annihilate the enemy army!" ”

"Yo Xi." Miyamoto Saitama put down the binoculars, casually pulled out the command knife, waved the sword and pointed forward, and shouted: "Samurai of the Empire, the enemy is ahead, and it is the supreme honor of the samurai to sacrifice their lives for His Majesty the Emperor!" Charge! ”

Following his order, the soldiers behind him, with their guns in their hands, howled and began to charge.

The distance of a few hundred meters was instantaneous, but after reaching the hillside, everyone, including Miyamoto Saitama, was dumbfounded, how could there be any Falcon Squad here? Not only the enemy, but also the friendly forces, and the few liaison soldiers just now were gone. If it weren't for the people around him looking at him with the same puzzled eyes, Miyamoto Saitama would have felt like he had seen a ghost just now.

Looking at the quiet hillside around him, Miyamoto Saitama suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

As if to confirm his premonition, before he could give the order for the whole army to retreat, a dense burst of gunfire suddenly sounded around him, and before the Japanese soldiers could react, they were already swept away by the dense bullets cutting wheat.

Cheng Sankui has been waiting for this moment for a long time, this guy shamelessly snatched the two machine guns from Jiang Shan's hands, personally controlled one of them, and poured bullets into the Japanese army.