(I'm sorry.,I made a mistake in the morning chapter.,Resent the previous chapter.,Now it's changed.,This chapter is this morning)

In the morning, the weather was clear.

The winter sun is slanting and harsh. The weather was still cold, with shaggy hay and yellow bushes beneath your feet, and as far as the eye could see, all around was rolling hills. The dwarf cypress trees that grow on these small hills are dense in some places and sparse in others. This evergreen plant is still leafy in winter, and it looks black and oily from a distance.

Xiang Xiaoqiang stood on the northern slope of a small hill dozens of meters high. The dazzling slanting sun shot down from the top of his head, he had just tried, and it would be glaring to look up from below, and he would not be able to open his eyes.

Down the hill is the railway. The Jinpu Railway, a must pass through the prisoner of war train. It was probably noon, two hours, three hours at most.

Last night, Xiang Xiaoqiang arranged for people to take turns on duty, watching the radio, and receiving the latest information on the train at any time. This morning, Dongchang sent a message, according to the information provided by the intelligence officer at Suzhou Station, the train has departed, and it will definitely not stop halfway, and it will arrive in Xuzhou at noon.

The two railroad tracks below the mountain are glittering in the sun, but the hillside where you are located is hidden in shadows. A few meters below Xiang Xiaoqiang's feet, several team members were following his orders, commanded by Li Gensheng, "gorgeously wasting food".

Li Gensheng first asked them to dig a small flat slope on the hillside, and then used rice bags as sandbags to form a circle. The tailgate of the truck bed was covered with a steel plate filled with rice bags. According to the standards of "Field Fortification", such a top surface can withstand a direct hit from a 60-mm mortar.

The rear side facing the top of the hill is the entrance, and the other three sides have a 20 x 15 cm shooting port.

There was about two or three square meters of space inside, just enough space for two people - a machine gun team to move. The internal height is about 1.1 meter or 1.2 meters, and it is necessary to adopt a lying and squatting position.

This is a small field fortification, very strong, although it is made of rice bags instead of standard sandbags, but it is hardly inferior to sandbags in terms of protection against bullets, shrapnel and blast waves.

After the main fire point was built, Li Gensheng instructed the team to cut down some cypress branches and leaves in the distance, insert them on them, and build a lot of bushes around the fortifications.

After the disguise was finished, he shouted to the bottom of the mountain:

"Hey—how does it look?"

On the railroad tracks down the mountain, a member of the team shouted:

"It's good, I can't see ——!"

Xiang Xiaoqiang hugged his arms, bit the straw stick in his mouth, and stood on the top of the hill looking at everything with satisfaction. He looked behind him again, behind the small hill, where the truck was parked, and he was watching the radio station in the car with a stomachache, and Xiao Wu.

Xiang Xiaoqiang specially drilled into the machine gun fortifications to feel it, it was very dark, very narrow, and it was all the smell of raw rice, but looking out from the three firing ports, the field of vision was very good, and a large area under the mountain was under the overlook. Also, the rice bag is thick and feels safe. It's just a little bunker.

This "woodpecker" is their killer weapon and the only pillar of firepower. The opponent's two machine guns (or maybe four, it is estimated that the other side will soon move the two machine guns on the other side as well) were all suppressed by this "woodpecker". Therefore, if the Heavy is killed, the operation will be more than half of the failure. But in this ingenious little fortification, the machine-gun group was well protected.

The rest of the team would be armed with Thomson machine guns and scattered at the foot of the hill, much closer to the railway. Because although the submachine gun fires fiercely, the range is not good. In fact, it stands to reason that part of the firepower should be arranged on the opposite hill, but the squad is too small to divide the troops. After discussing with Xiaoqiang and Li Gensheng, the plan was to arrange all the firepower on one side, and leave the other side for the Qing soldiers to escape. Both sides are stuck in a slaughter formation, only one side is stuck, that is, to disperse the enemy, and the team can board the train to save people.

And they all stayed together, so that they could retreat, and there was no need to bypass the long train and travel long distances up the opposite hill to get here.

……

From time to time, the team members on the railway at the bottom of the mountain lay down and put their ears to the rails to listen carefully for a while. Xiang Xiaoqiang stood at the highest place, and looked at the south from time to time, the direction in which the train should come.

Suddenly, the team members under the mountain shouted:

"There's movement—"

Looking into the distance towards Xiaoqiang, a thick white smoke appeared in the distance in the south, slowly approaching. He immediately turned and looked at the truck behind the mountain.

Standing behind the carriage with a stomachache, his arms waving at him and shaking his head.

Call...... This train is not.

According to the time estimate, eighty percent of the prisoner of war train has already arrived at Xuzhou Station, and it may stop there to add coal and water. Dongchang had hidden personnel in some key departments of the Qing Dynasty, such as the railway station. Xuzhou is a big station on Jinpu Road, and the hidden spies on this station are also very reliable. As soon as the train leaves here, he will send a report from the other side. Of course, his telegram was first sent to the Nanjing East Factory, which then forwarded it to the detachment. It takes a lot of time to encrypt and decrypt twice in the middle. Fortunately, their current location is far away from Xuzhou Station, otherwise it would be too late.

Everyone crouched down and hidden, watching the train clatter past. This is a mix of passenger cars and trucks, which is generally not done in later generations. Xiang Xiaoqiang estimated that this was because there was only this north-south railway in the eastern part of the Qing Dynasty, and it was necessary to make full use of the transportation capacity. But at this time, the train was running really slowly, and it seemed to be more than 30 kilometers per hour. I don't know if it was like this in the thirties, or because of the poor quality of the railways and trains in the Qing Dynasty.

Suddenly, there was a cry of stomach pain behind him:

"Out-of-station-up-"

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart tightened, looked at the train under his feet, and thought:

Could it be this column? Now that I have received a telegram from Dongchang, the train has been running for at least a while......

The trains in front of me passed one by one, and there was no machine gun in the window. It doesn't look like it's heavily guarded. The passengers in the window could not see clearly.

He just watched the train move away. Cold sweat oozes from his back. If this is the case, the mission will be a complete failure......

Xiang Xiaoqiang kept looking at his watch, and kept looking at the team member who was in charge of listening on the railway under the mountain.

After waiting anxiously for an hour, the Yamashita team members finally got up and shouted:

"It's coming—"

Well, this is it!

shouted to Xiao Qiang:

"Ready—"

All the players at their feet lay down on their firepower, concentrating.

In the distance, the thick milky white steam with black soot gradually approached. This train was much faster than the previous one, and the pitch-black locomotive was also very powerful. A total of 10 passenger cars were hung behind the front of the locomotive.

Xiang Xiaoqiang grabbed a submachine gun, quickly ran to his position at the bottom of the mountain, and lay down in the bushes. It is only twenty or thirty meters away from the railway, and the road spikes next to the tracks can be clearly seen.

He held the submachine gun and felt the sweat on his hands oozing and slipping. He felt himself out of breath with nervousness. This is not only related to the success of the mission, but also related to whether you can win the return of beauty, whether you are glorious and rich, or a corpse in the wilderness.

Everyone let him have a stomachache in the back mountain just now, but Xiang Xiaoqiang insisted on going to the battlefield in person. This was the first battle of his life, and he must not back down. And he is the captain, and the captain hides behind, so that these brothers will not be able to take them with him in the future.

The most important thing is that he believes in his protagonist-level character and believes that he is blessed with stars.

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked left and right, Li Gensheng on the left, and Li Changgui on the right, all of which were about ten meters apart. A total of eleven men took part in the battle, two machine gunners were removed, and nine submachine guns were close to the battle. There are not many people, but the firepower is strong.

……

The train driver saw several large bags piled up next to the railway, very high, stacked one on top of the other, very close, right next to the steel tracks, as if something was written about rice. He wondered how such a barren mountain could be piled up with a pile of rice. He poked his head out and looked ahead.

…… Not good.

The driver looked far away, and more than 100 meters ahead, there was something piled up on the rails...... It looks like a hemp bag. When I got closer, I saw that it was a hemp bag, the same as the rice bag just now, piled on the steel rails, two rails, four on each side.

He broke out in a cold sweat, and the fear of the train derailment made him brake sharply, and there was a piercing grinding sound, and the train was still sliding forward.

Xiang Xiaoqiang ambushed on the side of the road, watching the train brake as planned, and dazzling sparks splashed from the big wheels.

Finally, just a few meters from the sack on the wheels of the locomotive, the train stopped. "Whoa-" spewed out a burst of white air, panting heavily.

As soon as the team member lying on the far right twisted the detonator, there was an explosion under the pile of rice bags on the side of the railway, and more than a dozen bags of rice were piled on the rails. Two stacks of rice bags, stuck in front of and behind the train.

There was a commotion on the train, and many voices shouted:

"Train hijackers! Train hijackers! ”

Then all the glass windows were pushed up, and the muzzles of countless Mauser rifles stuck out, and began to fire messily, "crackling", and soon the whole train rang out like firecrackers for the New Year.

In the window of one of the cars, a muzzle with a cylinder appeared, and a black hole began to spit out tongues of fire into the surrounding bushes, grasses, and mountains.

Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately heard that this was the Maxim machine gun. Because it was a water-cooled machine gun with a circle of water cylinders, the gunfire was muffled and the rate of fire was not fast:

"Dada......"

Soon, another window also protruded from another machine gun with a flare-shaped muzzle and a cartridge disc above the barrel. Loud:

"Empty empty ......"

This is the Deg Galev light machine gun. Soviet turntable.

Xiang Xiaoqiang lowered his head, grabbed the grass root in his hand, and listened to the screaming of bullets above his head.

He knew that most of this purposeless fire temptation would not hit anyone, but his heart was still beating hard. I didn't dare to look up at all, for fear that my skull would be torn off by a bullet.

Soon, the turntable machine gun went off. Then, Makqin stopped ringing. They are all changing bullets.

Xiang Xiaoqiang silently said: It's time, let you see what a high-speed machine gun is...... Let me listen to the legendary sound of "tearing linen......

As soon as he finished reading, a sound similar to "tearing linen" was heard in the distance behind him. In an instant, the air above his head seemed to be torn apart, and the bullets screamed like water, and pounced on the train.

Suddenly, a mist of blood splashed from the position of the two machine guns on the train, and broken glass flew sideways......