Unexpectedly. Chen Zikun actually agreed, and also helped the Eighth Route Army arrange eight mules to pull the cannon back to Niumazhuang, Lao Zhang was ecstatic, and had to pretend to be sad and reluctant to look reluctant, and followed the mule cart back.

Lao Zhang is a sincere person, he doesn't pretend to be like it, that little bit of caution has long been noticed by Chen Zikun, but he doesn't care at all, it's just a scrapped 88 gun, why worry about it, I think we also played with the 88 guns of an artillery battalion back then, so naturally it's not the same.

Although Tubalu has never seen the world, but the cuteness of the soil, the kindness of the soil, Chen Zikun decided to get a new weapon, support them some, save the whole day to pick up bullet shells, repair broken guns, like calling Huazi.

The initial plan was to rob the train transporting weapons, and this job was none other than Zhao Ziming, who had worked in the Jiangbei Railway Bureau in those years, and was proficient in all kinds of stokers, drivers, wrenchers, and maintenance workers, and he selected a dozen and less skilled former railway workers to form a railway guerrilla force, which not only had to obtain supplies from the railway, but also shouldered the heavy responsibility of sabotaging the railway to support the battle.

Chen Zikun had the intention to train Zhao Ziming and asked him about his battle plan.

Zhao Ziming pointed to the map and said: "There is a turn in the railway here, the speed will slow down, I took the brother to take the opportunity to jump up, the door of the stuffy tank car is tied up with No. 8 wire, one of us brings a wire cutter, opens the door, pulls it out with an iron hook, and arranges for a hundred and ten people to take a mule cart along the line to pick up, uncle, what do you think?" ”

Chen Zikun chuckled: "Ziming, your courage is far worse than your father's." ”

Zhao Ziming was annoyed and ashamed, thought about it and smashed his fist on the map: "Plant mines here, blow up the dog's train, kill all the escorts, find a thousand people waiting next to you, and remove all the fucking things in the car, without a single hair." ”

Chen Zikun nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "It's a little interesting." ”

On the south bank of the Huaijiang Iron Bridge, more than a dozen men in black suits were lying in the dry grass and waiting, and a few puppet soldiers with guns on their backs wandered slowly.

Under the moonlight, two shiny railroad tracks lead to the distance like a long snake, the magnificent figure of the Huaijiang Iron Bridge in the north looms, and the silence is incomparable, Zhao Ziming flew forward, lay on the railway and listened for a while, whistled, several people carried explosives down, quickly buried the explosives on the roadbed, the train whistle came in the distance, and several people disappeared into the darkness again.

A train spewed steam from the south, it was pitch black, it would not be a ticket car, it should be a wagon pulling weapons, Zhao Ziming took out his pocket watch and looked at it, the time was just right, and he pressed down hard when he held down the detonator and waited for the locomotive to pass the mine.

With a loud bang, the train derailed and overturned, the escort gendarmes were killed and wounded, and the goods in the carriages were turned out, and there were long wooden boxes printed in foreign languages, as well as food bags and bundled quilts, blankets, and winter clothes.

Zhao Ziming pulled out the shell gun and shouted: "Up!" ”

On both sides of the roadbed, a group of black-pressed people rushed up with a flat shoulder and a hook and pushed a wheelbarrow, and a bloody-faced gendarme captain got up from the ground, swayed and raised the southern pistol, and was already knocked down by a young farmer with a hoe, and then was trampled by countless pairs of feet, and all the bones were crushed.

Under the command of the guerrillas, priority was given to carrying guns and ammunition, followed by food, and after the explosion, a detachment of Japanese soldiers guarding the Huaijiang Iron Bridge got up from the warm quilt and rushed over in a patrol car.

The puppet army responsible for the security along the railway line did not dare to go out at night, only dared to shoot desperately in the stronghold, the defenders in the city of Beitai got the news it was already half an hour later, Major General Tian Lu urgently ordered the ironclad car to dispatch, and a brigade of the Japanese army drove to the site of the incident on the south bank, but saw the flames blazing, the train overturned under the roadbed, and the materials that had not had time to move were burned, and from time to time there were detonated stray bullets across the night sky, and the firelight reflected his face.

This Chen Zikun is really generous, he hijacked the train when he first arrived in Jiangbei, and he must not be allowed to be so arrogant! Major General Tian Lu ordered a trace, but the messy footprints and ruts disappeared by the river, presumably by water.

The Japanese army suffered heavy losses, lost a whole cart of baggage and clothing, and killed eight soldiers who escorted the car, such a huge capacity, it could not be done without the help of the surrounding people, new hatred and old hatred poured into the heart, Tian Lu Chaoyi spread his anger to several villages along the railway, sent troops into the village to sweep, but if he found a bullet, a quilt, the whole village was killed.

Although the guerrillas had warned these villagers to clear the wilderness and take refuge for a while, there were still some dead-brained people who felt that they had not participated in the hijacking of the train, and that the Japanese would not kill innocent people indiscriminately, but in the end they were shot in vain, and several villages along the railway line were burned to the ground, hundreds of people died, and the cries were shocking.

……

The materials looted on the train were carried by the peasants to the bank of the Huai River, Zeng Jiao's fleet was already waiting, hundreds of sampans loaded with goods flew away, and the people involved in the transportation were not busy in vain.

The supplies were first transported to the bitter well, the long wooden boxes were piled up as high as a hill, it was dawn, the soldiers who fought all night were not sleepy at all, Zhao Ziming jumped on the box pile with a crowbar, pried open a box, and took out a greased Czech-made light machine gun from it, fiddling with it.

There are boxes that have been pried open, exclamations, everyone can be regarded as seeing good things, brand-new Czech 79 rifles, shiny walnut butts, barrel tile blue, open the paper bag, yellow and clear bullets scattered on the ground, and boxes of small melon grenades, this thing can be better than the wooden handle grenades from the Gongxian Arsenal, throw far, the scope of the explosion is large, usually can only rely on seizures, get one or two with the baby like reluctant to use, now it is good, dozens of boxes of small melons, can be made vigorously.

At noon the next day, dozens of mule carts drove out of Kushui Well, and Lu Sanli rushed over when he heard the news, met the convoy head-on, and asked loudly: "Where are you going?" ”

"Move to Longwang Village." The driver replied.

Lu Sanli saw the deep rut marks and knew that the goods were very heavy, so he hurriedly turned around and went back, went straight to the county seat, and found the county magistrate Xia Jingqi to report to him: "County magistrate, you always asked me to inquire about something, the guerrillas robbed the imperial army and transported it to Longwang Village." ”

Xia Jingqi jumped up from his chair: "You read that right? ”

"It's true, I dare to vouch for it with my head." Lu Sanli swore an oath.

Xia Jingqi paced back and forth two steps: "You come with me." ”

When he came to Captain Yamada's office, Xia Jingqi asked the interpreter to convey his report, Yamada was shocked, and immediately picked up the phone and shook it, but there was no sound, and the telephone line was cut off by the hateful guerrillas.

The imperial army attacked, and the heavy responsibility of guarding the county seat was handed over to Xia Jingqi, who patted his chest and promised that the people were in the city and would never let the guerrillas step into the county seat for half a step.

Xia Jingqi is not worried, according to his estimate, the guerrillas will definitely have to stop for a while after doing such a big deal, find a ravine and a ravine to digest the big fat meat swallowed in it, and the person who has just stabbed the hornet's nest will not poke the next one.

But he guessed wrong, the main force of the guerrillas has infiltrated the vicinity of the county seat, today is the day of the market, the four gates of the county town are wide open, the street is full of vegetable sellers, firewood sellers, mountain goods sellers are shouting, a flat car full of hawthorn pulled into the city gate, the four puppet soldiers guarding the gate ordered the vehicle to stop, poked a bayonet indiscriminately, and the farmer who pulled the cart accompanied the smiling face to stuff the hawthorn into the hands of the puppet army: "Boss, take it." The puppet army didn't buy it, so he had to turn over the hawthorn of the whole car, the coachman's smile gradually stiffened, and a few young people with firewood in the back slowly stretched out their hands to their waists.

Suddenly, a puppet army gnawing on a hawthorn saw a big girl walking outside the city gate, two braids, a small face white and red, a small waist called a thin, the hawthorn in the puppet army's mouth fell off and didn't know, the eyes looked straight at the big girl, and the soul was lost.

The farmer who pulled the hawthorn took the opportunity to say, "Boss, look at me......"

"Hurry up, hurry up." The puppet army angrily sent him away, and the farmer breathed a sigh of relief, there were dozens of small melon grenades hidden in the hawthorn cart.

The man who carried the firewood also quietly stuffed the bayonet back and walked into the city gate.

This is the first time Ye Wei has participated in a combat mission, and her heart is pounding nervously, but Bai Ling, who is pretending to be a rural sister-in-law behind her, is very calm, she has noticed the puppet army's eyes staring at Ye Wei, and reminded her in a low voice: "Don't panic, the comrades are here." ”

Ye Wei was still a little scared, lowered his head shyly, and the puppet army smiled and hooked his hand: "Little sister, come here, which village?" Why haven't I seen you? ”

Suddenly, there was a noise, the imperial army went out again, dozens of soldiers with spears on their backs followed Captain Yamada's big ocean horse, the four puppet soldiers at the gate of the city hurriedly used rifles to stop the people on both sides, the imperial soldiers did not squint and strutted, and the big leather shoes stepped on the neat drum and went out.

After regaining his composure, the puppet army continued to smile and said, "Little sister, what about your certificate of good citizenship, are you hiding it?" Let my brother touch it. ”

The guerrillas let him run rampant, several men dressed as peasants squeezed up, pulled out daggers and stabbed them into the heart, the four puppet soldiers were put down at the same time, the rifles were copied in their hands before they landed, the corpses were dragged away, and the guerrillas put on puppet hats and continued to be on duty at the door.

The city remained calm as usual, and no one could have guessed that the guerrillas had infiltrated.