The devil armored car that opened the way was driving at a speed of about twenty or thirty miles on a dirt road that was not very smooth, and it took a few minutes from machine gun fire to tires running over dead people on the road.

After being knocked down by a large number of machine-gun bullets fired from the opposite side, the "Eight Roads" who had not been shot seemed to have suddenly come to their senses, and fled down the road in all directions, covering their heads and hiding behind ditches and mounds of dirt.

The devils in the turret, with contemptuous expressions, turned their guns and mercilessly eliminated all the targets they could find with bullets.

Qing Shui Dazuo on the car behind the head car was also very disapprehensive of this guy's eight roads, compared with the eight roads that blocked them just now, this guy ran around when he heard the gunshot, and the master who had no power to parry could only be counted as the dirt eight roads in the dirt eight roads!

Maybe he wanted to leave a deep impression on the eighth road, Shimizu Daisa used the on-board radio to shout to stop the head car, and the cars that followed behind also stopped, and used a few machine guns and small cannons in the turret to completely wipe out this guy in the field under the roadbed.

More than a dozen light and heavy machine guns and small cannons were like more than a dozen sharp sickles, and pieces of bullets were like the blades of sickles, hitting the wild grass on both sides of the dirt road, hitting the grass blades flying wildly, the dirt and dirt jumping around, and the half-human-high wild grass was cut down by bullets.

It was ten minutes at most, and the eight people who had just fled from the dirt road to the grass were no longer gasping, and behind the small mound of dirt in the south of the road, they used their rifles to hold up a piece of white cloth and shook it tremblingly, seeing that the remnants of the two were about to surrender.

Shimizu Osa ordered the armored truck not to move or go down, and let two squads of soldiers get down from the troop transport truck behind. Along the roadbed on both sides of the dirt road. Search the field. Except for those who raised the white flag and surrendered, the rest, dead or alive, were poked with bayonets.

To treat these Chinese who stubbornly resisted the imperial army to the end, Shimizu Daizo has always been a principle, either surrender or physically annihilated, and it is absolutely impossible to leave a living mouth.

After a while, the search team came back to report. About 40 of the eight roads were killed on the dirt road and in the fields on both sides, and the white flag was held by a man who had been wounded in the leg and had been brought back.

The captive was brought to Qing Shui, his limp head raised slightly, his face was as big as a flower face with dirt and blood, his godless eyes rolled a few times, and his mouth spat out a sound.

"Tai, Taijun, we are escorting the convoy, me. I am the platoon leader of the team, middle. Ambush! ”

Finally finished saying the word zuihou, but he really didn't have the strength, his head drooped, he pointed to his chest with his finger, and passed out. Shimizu Dazuo is a Chinese expert, and the Chinese words are neat, and it is no problem to listen to them, these words are clear!

He still doesn't believe it, is this guy in front of him obviously wearing a homespun military uniform of the Eighth Road! He crouched down, tore off the guy's shirt, reached out and touched the captive's arms, and sure enough, there was something!

It was a small bag wrapped in rags, and when I opened it was a small book soaked in blood, which was the document of the Imperial Army, which contained a photo and the number of the unit in which it belonged, as well as the name and position of the holder.

Dare to love this prisoner turned out to be a platoon commander of the Imperial Allied Army! In order to further confirm, Shimizu used the radio to contact Captain Nomura, who was sitting in Langjiazhuang, and checked the name on the military card, and Captain Nomura checked the record and told Shimizu Osaku that it was indeed an officer of the Imperial Allied Army who was escorting the car with the supply team in the morning.

Just when Qing Shui called the military doctor who accompanied the team to rescue this officer of the Imperial Cooperative Army, there was a rare thing on the road to the west!

The highway is dusty, and the horses and mules are howling! The shadow couldn't even see what it was, so he came over here!

Qing Shui looked at it with a telescope, it seemed that there were a lot of carriages and other carts pulled by big animals, rushing along the avenue, not only the dust brought up by the carriage when it was driving, but also bursts of black smoke constantly coming out of the convoy, dust and black smoke, the sky in the west was gray for half a day!

It's strange that I didn't see anyone driving the car! I didn't see a single person in the first few carriages, and in the camera, the horses were foaming at the mouth, and the hooves were fighting, running this way with all their might!

Qing Shui doesn't think it's a good thing! Immediately order all the people to be on alert! The machine gunners are in position and wait for the convoy to open fire as soon as it comes into range!

When it was judged that the carriage was still a few hundred meters away, Shimizu ordered to open fire, and the machine guns on the front car and the two cars slightly behind him opened fire, and the infantry who were protecting the flanks of the truck on the roadbed also used rifles and light machine guns to stop the shooting at these crazy animals.

The two carriages running side by side in the front instantly seemed to be surrounded by a swarm of black hornets, and dozens of blood flowers bloomed on the horse's head and chest! After a terrible long neigh, the hind legs of the horse that had been shot stood up, and the two hind legs were squeezed in the air a few times, and after the front legs landed, the horse's body jumped forward two more steps, and fell down with a bang!

The carriage behind it was pulled by inertia, and the tail of the carriage was raised high, tumbling in the air, buckling down, breaking on the dirt road, and rolling forward along the dirt road.

After the horse of another car was hit by a bullet, it overturned the roadbed with the car directly, rolling up a large cloud of dust.

The rest of the carriage did not hesitate at all because the first two carriages were attacked. Like a bunch of clockwork machines, they still rushed forward, their hooves trampling over dead horses and broken bodies, the wheels of the wagons behind them stumbling over the piles of debris on the road.

The wheels of several of the wagons broke, and the horses in the carriage ran even more happily as soon as they lost the cart behind them, foaming at the mouth, flying their hooves, and flying with clods of earth and stones, and the road trembled as the carts approached the Crazy Horse!

The devil's soldiers didn't dare to stop shooting at all, the sound of bullets cutting through the air shook the ears and buzzed, and the wails and howls of those big animals that were hit before death sounded so piercing and terrible!

The dirt road was full of flesh and blood, and the bloody smell was as heavy as a mass of stones when it landed, and the internal organs that flowed out of the chest and abdomen torn open by the projectile were trampled and pulled by other horses, and the air was filled with the stench of thick internal organs.

The black smoke on the carriage turned out to be coming from the straw bags on the carriage, and the blood, stench, and puffs of black smoke drifted along the northwest wind, and the choked people couldn't open their eyes, and their throats and eyes were still torn and painful, and bursts of nausea invaded all the devil soldiers.

The first one who couldn't hold back was the military doctor who rescued the prisoner with the broken leg, holding the truck gang, and vomited in a big gulp, one vomited, all vomited! Zuihou vomited Shimizu Daisa, this guy was very tough, until he confirmed that none of the carriages could break through the firepower net, and then he covered his stomach and vomited!

Qing Shui's stomach has an old problem, this is in the ice and snow of the Northeast Forest, chasing the old problem of the anti-union, can not eat on time, and always eat cold rice, sometimes for a few days and nights can not rest and drink a sip of hot water, so often stomach pain.

He had a stomach problem this morning, and he had eaten almost nothing, so he couldn't vomit anything, retched a few times, wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up.

I want to open my mouth to speak and give orders, my throat and eyes hurt badly, my nostrils are also hot, my eyes have begun to shed tears non-stop, and my throat wants to make some movement, but I can't make a movement when I open my mouth!

Shimizu Dazuo panicked for a while, and subconsciously thought, this is not right! Ordinary wheat straw or something won't be so choking! Problematic!

I also wanted to beckon a few people to come over and have a look, but after looking around, the soldiers were all like him, covering their throats, rubbing their eyes, and with painful expressions!

The black smoke was still drifting in the wind, Qing Shui immediately took the kettle, poured some water on the handkerchief, covered the soaked handkerchief with his hand, took out a pistol with the other hand, followed the roadbed, went down to the field, avoided the black smoke, and slowly walked to the still smoking carriage.

Qing Shui wanted to see what was emitting such choking smoke, and after observing for a while, there were no moving objects near and far, so he slowly paced to the side of the carriage, endured the unpleasant smell and a strong sense of vomiting, and went to check the contents of the carriage. (To be continued......)