PS: Thank you for the presumptuous little Chow Chow for the reward of thousands of coins.

On the potholed road, ten Nissan trucks are slowly moving. The roads here are terrible, not only are the speeds not fast, but the riders have to endure violent bumps.

After a long time, I feel that all my internal organs are about to be turned upside down. Captain Toshihiko Yajima sat in the co-pilot and cursed from time to time: "This damn highway is really bad." ”

The driver, Jiro Inoue, was familiar with the other place, and while driving, he naturally said, "Sir, this is not the worst."

In the first two years, Tubalu was like going crazy, not only desperately attacking various strongholds, but also frantically digging roads and railways.

At that time, a car had to be followed by 20 Imperial Allied troops, and it had to be pushed for three kilometers. Fortunately, there are enough people in Zhina, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to send supplies. ”

"Tu Balu, you are not small!"

When Toshihiko Yajima heard that there was such an unscrupulous enemy, he couldn't help but cast a shadow on his heart.

Since the beginning of the Pacific War, the Japanese army's aggressive momentum in the south has finally been contained and has reached a stalemate. And the Central Army also lacked the enterprising spirit, just guarding the remaining territory, slowly consuming the Japanese army.

Okamura Ninji discovered the chairman's intention to kill people with a sword, and the Eighth Route Army did indeed influence the Japanese army's rule in North China. Therefore, Okamura Ninji also maintained a little tacit understanding with him, and mobilized the army with confidence.

A large number of troops were transferred to the north to deal with the Eighth Route Army. Toshihiko Yajima is one of them, and he hasn't seen anything like this yet!

When he fought against the Central Army in the Southern Army, he was actually relatively easy as a transport team. There were very few guerrillas there, and few of the remnants of the Central Army dared to attack them.

They only need to follow the continuous progress of the combat troops, replenish them with all kinds of supplies and supplies, and live a very leisurely life.

Since the convoy was safe, the soldiers traveling with the vehicle did not need as much. Like this time a transport squadron of 110 people, where it was possible to escort from 20 trucks to 30 trucks.

A task like this with ten truckloads of supplies doesn't need him to lead a team at all. You only need to send a squad leader, and it's all solved.

However, this time, after the task was issued, his boss specially reminded him that the Tsuchihachi Road was very rampant and often ambushed the convoys of the Imperial Japanese Army, and asked him to go with the squadron in person to ensure the safe arrival of this batch of supplies.

At first, Toshihiko Yajima thought that the captain was sensational, but now it seems that it is very necessary.

"Bang~Bang~"

The truck that Toshihiko Yajima was sitting on seemed to have pierced something, and both front wheels exploded directly, and he was also bumped headlong on the roof of the car.

"Da da da, bang."

The sound of machine gun fire, the explosion of grenades, suddenly rang out.

Toshihiko Yajima was shocked, and hurriedly opened the car door and jumped out of the car, relying on the car as a cover, and gave orders to his subordinates: "Shoot, each team is free to return fire!" ”

After a round of baptism, the remaining little devils looked for cover, and under the leadership of commanders at all levels, they returned fire to the Eighth Route Army on the slopes on both sides.

Jiro Inoue was lucky, as the driver of the head car, he was not killed. He bent down and ran from behind the car to Toshihiko Yajima and said:

"Sir, both tires of the car in front have burst, and the convoy is unable to move forward. The ambush was premeditated, and we had to call for help. ”

Toshihiko Yajima looked around the battlefield and found that the car behind them had also been blown up, and they were trapped on this small stretch of road.

And the Tubalu who ambushed them, judging from the intensity of the gunfire, there were probably more than 400 people.

Toshihiko Yajima is not yet arrogant, thinking that his more than 100 people can repel these dirt eight roads.

"There is a turret in the three trees ahead, you quickly go and call for backup, hurry up."

"Yes, sir."

Jiro Inoue took on this most difficult task.

With the burst of gunfire from the Japanese army, the firepower of the Eighth Route Army ambushed on the hillside suddenly weakened a lot.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Inoue Jiro bent down and bowed his head, and a pair of figure-eight legs ran out of the speed of the athlete, and in one minute, he jumped out of the distance, and soon ran out of the range of the Eighth Route Army.

Toshihiko Yajima looked at the disappearing back and said with relief, "Well done." ”

He believed that as long as he held out for a while, it would not be long before the Imperial Japanese Army would arrive, and not only would they not be able to take them, but they would also not be able to run away, so they would have to be buried on this section of the road and become the cornerstone under the wheels.

Feng Yuguo also saw it clearly on the hillside, the little devil's help-seeking soldiers could escape so smoothly, and their release of water was indispensable.

Otherwise, the scout cavalry of the third battalion just caught up, and a ghost soldier would definitely die. All of this is paved with the "reinforcement" in the encirclement of the reinforcement.

But now, the use value of these devils is gone, and it is their turn to die.

Feng Yuguo shouted to his side: "Company commander, pull the mine, and give the little devil a death triple blow." ”

The combat instructions were all arranged in advance, and the soldiers who laid the mines pulled the lines in their hands violently, and the mines that were ambushed on both sides of the road were like a group of huge fireworks exploding one after another.

And the devils who were lying there were fighting back, and they all flew up and staged a wonderful performance for the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

When Toshihiko Yajima saw his subordinates who were blown away, he was angry. The cunning Tubalu who scolded in his heart will definitely make you look good.

But before it was his turn to command the troops to fight back, the second of the three consecutive blows of death - the baptism of grenades came.

The bombing team of the third battalion has already relied on all of them by taking advantage of the efforts of the devils who have just been bombed. As soon as the devil raised his body, grenades rained down in the sky.

Some of them fell under their feet and exploded, breaking both legs of the devil, and they couldn't live.

Some of them exploded when they flew above the heads of the devils because they stayed in the hands of the bombardier for too long, and the fragmented shrapnel directly covered all the devils within a range of several meters, and there were few survivors.

Coupled with the sudden shooting and half-day shootout during the ambush of the three battalions, the squadron under Toshihiko Yajima had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

The only remaining people were also dizzy from the explosions in these two rounds, and their brains were not clear.

But the third of this triple blow of death, the whole army charged, came in the blink of an eye.

Three battalions of more than 400 soldiers, placed on these two hillsides, it looks like the mountains are all over the field. In a white-knuckle battle, that's a few people against a little devil.

This ambush battle is a foregone conclusion, and the remaining little devils are fish on the board, to be slaughtered.

PS: Won the battle and robbed a recommendation vote.