Chapter 6: Fighting (12)

"Captain, the Japanese are here!" The vole finally waited for the scout team to call.

The time is close to noon, the sun is high, a little sunny, the beginning of summer has passed, and then it is almost summer, according to the locals, the rainy season has not yet arrived, there will be a period of refreshing, this kind of weather is not in Guangxi, it is the real spring. It's just that the vole is a little annoyed today, annoyed that there has been no news of the reconnaissance team, his heart is conflicted, and he wants the Japanese devils not to come, so that his team can go to the Wolf's Den Mountain peacefully, and hopes that there will be Japanese devils to come, if they don't come, there will be no devils to kill, and if they don't kill devils, this day will be dull, and the most important thing is that there is no income.

Spit out the grass leaves in his mouth, and the vole laughed: "Fuck you, it's finally here, how many people are here?" ”

"There are four trucks, it should be a squadron." The message says.

"A squadron wants to take down my dignified anti-Japanese volunteers and make your mother's spring and autumn dream." The vole asked the operator to pass the information to Qin Jishi, and then asked Qin Jishi to report to Xu Ping by telegram.

Qin Jishi's answer had not yet arrived, Liu Qinglong's answer had arrived: "There was another plane just now, it circled over our heads twice, we did some dodging actions, the plane did not lay eggs or shoots, and flew away." The turtle son scouts all day long, scouting a fart. ”

The vole laughs, just scout your Sichuan stinky fart!

The reconnaissance team behind the palace watched as the four cars drove past until they stopped in front of the first bombed culvert, and watched with interest how the Japanese filled in the bombed road and got the cars through. Seeing the car blocked by the gap, the people of the reconnaissance team secretly thought, the car is fast, but it has too many requirements for the road, and they will shout death if the road is narrow and narrow, and it is not as good as cavalry.

The Japanese got the first culvert in place and drove the car over, which took an hour and a half. It was supposed to be very smooth, and it shouldn't have been done for such a long time, but I didn't expect a little accident, which made the reconnaissance team who was reluctant to follow the Japanese from a distance to watch the excitement laugh down.

A squadron of the Japanese army, almost 200 people, has a large number of people, and one big stone can fill in a sidewalk on the collapsed culvert. However, this group of Japanese soldiers was a little lazy and didn't want to move more stones, so they just gathered the nearby stones, filled them in, and made two thin paths, which happened to be as wide as the tires of the car, and the meaning was very clear, so that the car could drive through. The Japanese did not expect that this kind of indiscriminate placement of stones was unstable, and without professional masonry, there would be no guarantee for the roadbed built casually, and as a result, the first car was slipped by the stone, and half of the car slid down the culvert.

In order to get this car up, the Japanese spent about 40 minutes and thought of a lot of methods, using the car to drag the girder for fear of damaging it, wanting to raise it but not having a large enough jack, and the last way was to manually raise the stone side by side. When the car finally got back to the road, the Japanese soldiers were so tired that they climbed into the trunk like dead dogs.

The car only drove out less than three kilometers, and there was a second broken road in front of them, this time the Japanese learned well, picked up all the stones that were blown up everywhere, and blocked a small road on the road, but at first glance, there were not enough stones, and the width of the path was not enough to pass a car, so they had to let all the Japanese troops run to the surrounding area to find stones, and it took a long time to get the car over.

It's already three poles in the sun, and noon has passed.

The Japanese soldiers parked their cars on the side of the road, took out lunch boxes from their backpacks one by one, and began to eat lunch, the Japanese lunch was really not particular, the lunch boxes were leftovers, and they were not hot, and they stuffed them into their mouths, which were the worst pickles, emitting a smell of urine, and the scouts who smelled it at the downwind covered their noses.

After lunch, the Japanese army continued on the road, the car had just been hung from first gear to third gear, and the speed had just gone smoothly and had to stop the car, and another blown culvert appeared in front of them, and the Japanese were on fire! Jumping out of the car and swearing all the time. The two trailing scouts burst into laughter, taking the opportunity to have lunch. Knowing that there was going to be a march, each soldier this morning gave out two more big solid steamed buns, which were also packed in a Japanese-style lunch box, the Japanese ate unpleasant pickles, and the Chinese ate similarly, squeezed vegetables, but the taste was too different, compared to the smell just smelled, this is a delicacy.

The Japanese were in greater trouble this time than on the previous two occasions, because the culvert was not only deep, but also had water flowing underneath, and they could only fill up to three-quarters of all the stones they could find, but they had plugged a small pond upstream of the current. Time passed little by little, the sun was already in the west, the devil was a little anxious, took out the sack from the car box, took the shovel to the mountain next to it to load mud, and then carried the bag to the gap, and soon, two narrow passages were made. Four cars trembled through the gap, and the Japanese let out a pack of wolf-like cheers.

The water soon overflowed the sack-made dam and formed a small waterfall on the other side.

The Japanese washed their hands with the water that overflowed the road, and a few guys with swords on their waists got together and said a few words, but the distance was too far to hear, and they only felt that one of them should be a little retreating, and the other few thought that they must rush forward indomitably, in the eyes of most devils, using this method to block their progress just shows that this team has not had too many methods, in an idiom is that the donkey skills are poor.

Drive on.

The vole and Huang Guilin sat in the woods after receiving the news, the vole picked up a branch on the ground and picked up his teeth, Huang Guilin found a relatively high terrain, stretched his neck and looked at the area where he laid the triangular nails from afar.

"Lao Huang, don't worry, it's not here yet, you always stretch your neck like this, don't twist your neck." The vole found a flat position and lay down.

"No, I'm just looking to see if the Japanese will find out if there are triangular nails buried in the ground." Huang Guilin said.

"Huh!" The vole smiled: "I estimate that the Japanese will not be able to get here for a while, I really can't think of any way for them to pass the bridge you demolished, although it is not very wide, it is not very deep, the problem is that there is no material, there are not even a few trees around, I don't know what the Japanese will use to build the bridge." ”

"Huh!" Huang Guilin said: "The Japanese have a way, if such a small bridge can stump them, how can they fight here from the vast Orient." ”

"That's that!" The vole said, "You scholars are still knowledgeable." ”

"Where, where!" Huang Guilin said: "There is a way to be useless to be a scholar, and in today's troubled times, a scholar is even more worthless." ”

"I don't think you talk about scholars, I still wonder when you talk about scholars, you are also a college student, why do you like to do these things of breaking roads and demolishing bridges? It's just done so well, it's no worse than Wei Zhigao. The vole said.

"Our family originally burned lime in the kiln at the north gate of Guilin, and saved a few dollars to send all our brothers out to study, according to my Lao Tzu, this is called the book has its own golden house, the book has its own Yan Ruyu, the book has its own thousands of horses, and there are many cars and horses in the book. I don't like to read since I was a child, I like to work in the lime kiln, the kiln is no worse than the master, the people in the family think that there is no interest, insist that I go to study, force me to read until I graduate, and let me go to teach, and deal with books all my life. I was so hot that I simply asked Zhang Yongfa's boss, my third aunt, to introduce me to be a soldier. He was friends with our boss Mo, so he sent me here, and at first he thought he would become a regular soldier, but he didn't expect to be a volunteer. Huang Guilin said very casually: "It's okay like this, it's free." ”

"What's so good about the regular army, I came out of the regular army." The vole said: "If you are a soldier and gamble your life, if you meet a good commander, you can live for a few more years, and if you meet a stupid one, you will change it every three months." I heard from the old brothers of the 412th Brigade that when they were in the 171st Division of the Seventh Army, half of the people in one squad died before they could recognize it. Look at our volunteers, don't do the things of the dead, don't do the things that are loss-making, and the more people fight, look at the ideas of our boss Mo, and prepare to make a water and Liangshan in this area and live a chic life. ”

It was when the two were chatting that the Japanese had already arrived at the small demolished bridge that they had mentioned.

All four cars stopped, and all the people in the cars got out of the car and walked to the bridge to stand. The Japanese squadron leader let out a long sigh of despair and said: "It seems that we are doomed to return in vain!" ”

At this moment, an old driver came out, silently walked to the bridge, took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and slipped out of the water along the stone wall. When you open your hand, the width of this bridge is only two meters, and when you compare your height, the height should be less than two meters. After measuring it once, and muttering a lot of words with explanations, the squadron leader who had a desperate face before immediately became energetic and shouted: "Wash, wash!" "I gave the driver a big compliment.

The drivers of the four cars began to look for tools and dismantle the compartment panels. After a while, all eight carriage boards of the four cars were dismantled, and the Japanese cheered again when the two drivers carried the two carriage boards on both ends of the stone wall at the head of the bridge.

"No, it won't! How dare the Japanese drive over like this? It's strange if you don't break it. Hearing the scout's description, Huang Guilin laughed, this is completely impossible, the weight of the car is by no means something that two compartment boards can bear.

Sure enough, the Japanese did not finish there, they put six carriage boards in a group of three, two at the bottom, one on the top, erected two layers, obviously, in order to increase the strength of the bridge, but such strength is not possible to allow the car to pass smoothly, there must be other means. Huang Guilin couldn't wait to get his wings on his ribs, and flew to the broken bridge to see what the Japanese would do next, and he was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

This time, the distance was a long time, the sun had gone down for a long time, just when Huang Guilin was in a hurry, the scouts finally reported the next action of the Japanese, and the two groups of Japanese ran to the distant halfway up the mountain, and it took a long time, and finally used a bayonet to cut off two pine trees with thick bowl mouths, and carried them over.

A few devils took off their shoes and jumped into the water, put the last two carriage boards in the middle of the previous bridge plates, and then put the pine plate in the middle, and firmly held the carriage board bridge, and the two independent small bridges were erected.

"My cub, genius!" Huang Guilin couldn't help but exclaim: "Among these Japanese, there are masters of the engineering department, I dare to say, the level is definitely much higher than Wei Zhigao." ”

The vole glanced at him, he had no idea how much technology and knowledge the Japanese had in their hands, but he knew that as soon as they crossed the bridge, the Japanese would be close to it. It's supposed to be there, it's already completely dark, and if you don't come again, it won't be fun next.

Slowly, the Japanese moved four cars across the broken bridge, as if they had completed some major victory, and the Japanese cheered for the third time. With the assistance of the soldiers, the drivers loaded the wagons and pulled up the two roofs of wood to load the trucks. The drivers agreed that the two pieces of wood were so important that they would have to be used again when they returned.

Finally, the car entered the field of vision of voles and others, the sky was already completely dark, but the moon did not come out, the far-reaching sky was full of stars, the ups and downs in the distance, and the treetops in the near distance, faintly. There is only one road, and under the light of the car, like a faint ribbon, looms.

"Hehehehehe!" Suddenly, Huang Guilin laughed convulsively, startling everyone who was nervous.

"Are you a demon?" The vole scolded: "Do you know that people are scary and scared to death." ”

Huang Guilin smiled embarrassedly and said that at this time, even if the Japanese driver has a pair of cat's eyes, it is impossible to see the triangular nails on the road.