The group rode quickly there, Qin Xiaosu overheard the telegram between the Japanese army and the agents, the Nankan suspension bridge was the main point, a supporting action for the siege of Lashio, as for what means the enemy would use to seize the bridge, or if there were other points, he didn't know. It is clear that the enemy has a specific plan, and there is no need to give an account of the specific actions on the radio. Since he has a platoon of troops, he thinks that bombing the warehouse or something is a pediatric matter, so it is better to solve this hidden danger, or find an opportunity to slip away, and the missing will always be included in the battle. However, his communication equipment was hidden, so he couldn't contact Ma Qiang and Xu Chong.

By the moonlight, I could see a wooden suspension bridge between the two mountains, hanging in the valley, and below was a rapid, from which it flowed into the Nu River to the east.

This bridge is too narrow, and it is destined to only be a secondary direction, but even if a squadron comes over, it is enough to give Division Commander Zhang a headache, especially when he is preparing to retreat, just now Lin Xiuxuan observed Zhang Lingfu, full of arrogance, but he is not the kind of thoughtful person.

Running horses in the mountains, Platoon Commander Sun wanted to use a flashlight, but was stopped by Lin Xiuxuan. He said that horses have good eyesight at night, so it is better to let them run on their own, because they are more afraid of death than humans, and the flashlight is shaking, but it is easy to shake their eyes. Of course, he had another thought, he didn't want to reveal his position too early, and after knowing how large the enemy spies were, he already knew that there was no clear distinction between the front and the rear in northern Burma.

In the distance, you can see the bonfire lit by the defenders at the bridgehead. He reined in his horse.

"Platoon Commander Sun, do your troops usually light bonfires at night?"

"No, then the enemy in the dark will be able to see our deployment clearly, if it is seen by the division commander, the soldier will have 20 military sticks, and the officer will be fined two months' salary."

"All of you dismount, the Japanese are already here."

"What ......" The platoon commander was obviously surprised, "If I don't go find someone, the 6th Company is a kilometer away." ”

"Don't be afraid, lighting such a big pile of fire means that it is just a small group touching the bridge and is signaling the other side."

"You're saying we can repel them with one platoon?"

"Well, if you can touch the bridge, most of them are pretending to be refugee short gun teams, I see that you have eight or nine platoons*, are you vegetarian?"

"That's just as well." The platoon commander was instigated by him, and his courage became fattened, and when he opened the British warehouse, all the troops were divided into a lot of quick robberies, and the troops in front said that they would be easy to use, and they would no longer need to scare the Japanese with bayonets.

Lin Xiuxuan led the team to approach cautiously from behind, and from a long distance, you could see seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, and there was a Makqin in the bunker at the bridgehead, the muzzle of the gun was crooked downward, and the machine gun squad here was obviously killed.

A group of men dressed in refugee clothes were walking around the corpses, armed with pistols and their attention on the opposite side. You can see a person hiding in the corner and delivering a newspaper, it seems that he is not small, and he also has a radio station.

"It's Japanese?"

"I don't know, I look like a traitor, I met a lot in Jingdong, speaking Chinese, so you can't guard against it. See, there's a sentry on the right. ”

"See. He's the only one staring at us, everyone else is looking at the other side. ”

"I've touched the sentry in the past, and you and the brothers will rush up and kill the others, preferably one or two that will be left alive, and don't break the radio station."

"You go and touch the whistle...... But your hand is still hurting? ”

"Kill a traitor, one hand is too much."

Lin said that he left alone, and took advantage of the shadow of the trees on the side of the road, and ran ahead in concealment, and the group of agents at the head of the bridge lit a fire, probably to show the target to the opposite side, which put them in a disadvantageous position.

The guard platoon in the distance watched the well-dressed breeches, with a wounded arm disappearing from view, they had never seen such a sneaky sapper, their stereotype of the sapper was that he was clumsy and would go out of shape when he carried out any order, but the one in front of him seemed to move quickly.

Lin Xiuxuan took out the knife in his riding boots, and now he can only use this with one hand. This is the gangster way he despises, and it's hard to get bloody, but at the moment his left hand is swollen and can't move, so that's all.

Platoon Commander Sun looked at the sentry guarding the road as if he was hypnotized and didn't notice that someone was approaching behind, the engineer company commander hammered the back of the sentry's head, I don't know what he was holding in his hand, in short, the guy didn't say anything, he fell straight up, Captain Lin caught the dead body and slowly put it on the ground. Platoon Commander Sun suddenly had an idea: If all Chinese engineers have such skills, why not let the infantry fight.

A group of soldiers swarmed over, they were in a hurry to strafe the enemy sitting by the fire, and they had already forgotten all about what Lin Xiuxuan said about keeping them alive.

The spies were humming a little tune, cursing the lateness of the Japanese, and this ghost place where mosquitoes were rampant, and women were black and woody, and when they heard the footsteps behind them, several people turned around, and it was of course too late to fight back. Seven or eight * strafed together, quickly knocking everyone down and smashing the radio station.

The dead people who were blown apart were covered with all kinds of tattoos, and it was confirmed that they were gang members who had defected to the enemy in China. Lin Xiuxuan found the map from a dead man, and found that Zhang Lingfu's headquarters that had just left was marked, and it was the only mark on the map, obviously the enemy had mastered this place, of course, after the morning bombardment, they didn't dare to use the plane.

He began to install * at one end of the suspension bridge, thinking about the next step, this kind of dilapidated bridge, in fact, is a few iron chains on the valley with iron plates on them, and two* can be blown up, and he doesn't need to be a "sapper" to do it, but everyone is waiting to watch him perform with trusting eyes. He buried a bundle* under the foundation of the bridge and attached it*.

Just as he was about to detonate, a flashlight lit up on the opposite side of the dark bridge, continuously emitting signals that he couldn't understand. Lin stopped the person holding the gun next to him, he took out a torch from the bonfire, shook it according to the beat of the signal just now, and the other side quickly reacted. Maybe the code didn't match, but the other party wasn't prepared to be suspicious.

"Captain, the devil is coming, blow it up." Platoon Commander Sun became nervous.

"Let them come over first, you go and move the bridgehead machine gun, it's a pity to blow it up together." Lin Xiuxuan said and took out half a pack of cigarettes from Platoon Leader Sun's jacket pocket and lit them for himself.

The guard platoon moved the machine guns out with all sorts of hands. Lin looked over there from afar, and saw a little flashlight in the leader, but the figures behind him couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know how many people came up, but the shaking of the iron bridge was very violent, indicating that there were a lot of people. The people next to him were nervous, but he was very calm and smoked. * Right next to him, just don't order.

"Captain, why don't you light it yet, they can save it." Platoon Commander Sun said.

"Don't worry, let them come up a few more," he sneered and turned to Platoon Commander Sun, who was covered in cold sweat, "Is it easy for you to kill the Japanese in Jiangxi?" ”

The other party shook his head wildly.

"So, what a good chance is it now?"

The glow of helmets and bayonets could already be seen shining in the moonlight, and at least a squad and a half had come up, and the first one with a flashlight had already crossed the middle of the bridge, and General Lin * grabbed it and set it on fire. Watch it stretch forward.

"Captain, Taijun Yanamoto said, it's up to our brothers tonight, catch Zhang Lingfu for 100,000 yuan." The leader in front shouted loudly, and he turned out to be a traitor.

The traitor who shouted realized that there was no response from the other side, and hesitated a little, but he couldn't stand the Japanese coming over in a hurry, so he had to move forward.

"Captain, where are you? Say yes? ”

"You kid brought Taijun here?" Lin replied with a sigh of relief.

"You're not the captain?" The leading traitor figured out that something was wrong, and suddenly stopped, and the group crowded on the shaking bridge and could not advance or retreat.

"He's not the captain, he's not the captain."

With a bang, the iron lock at one end of the suspension bridge was blown off by Qi Brush. In the ghost crying wolf, dozens of devils on the bridge fell down the mountain together. Gunshots immediately rang out on the opposite side, and Lin Xiuxuan didn't care, and withdrew with the group. Obviously, the Japanese also have a plot to sneak attack the division headquarters, so he can't slip away for the time being.

Central Myanmar. Chu Tingchang has prepared his ambush battle properly, he himself did not expect that he had left a great reputation in the expeditionary force, and he could easily integrate a force of 1,500 people, many troops who had lost their formation heard that this was a synthetic battalion and were willing to stay, but he still did not dare to show his face in front of most people, for fear of being shot cold, he could only use Zhou Youfu's mouth to tell those stragglers outside, Chu Tingchang was indeed here, but he had to tell the fortune at night and couldn't see the living, as long as you fought bravely to kill the enemy, he would know.

The 214th Wing of the Japanese Army slaughtered the Moneva mining area with great momentum, of course, the natural complex terrain here, coupled with the fragments dug by the British the day after tomorrow, was very unfavorable for a night attack. However, the Japanese believed that the enemy had been routed, and that there were only a few hours left after the end of the Tianchang Festival, so they hastily divided their forces and attacked the center of the mining area.

In the headquarters of Kawahara Uchiuchi, there is an urn of Lieutenant General Sakurai, wrapped in a white cloth. Originally, this thing could be evacuated through the baggage troops, but he decided to keep the ashes, waiting for the division commander to see how he beat the opponent's wise general Chu Tingchang to the ground.

The intelligence officers who had infiltrated the refugees reported that the unit was still retreating in an orderly manner, but that all the equipment had been discarded, and that they had blown up their heavy artillery and trucks before nightfall, and that they had abandoned them on the side of the road, and that their tanks had not been seen. Of course, the intelligence officers observed from a distance, and did not see clearly the actual situation was that the composite battalion was dismantling useful parts from the vehicles and artillery discarded by the British, and of course the ones that could not be moved were blown up, and as for the tanks, they were hidden in the tunnel by the order of Commander Chu Ting.

A Japanese brigade broke into the valley first, and Captain Nakazawa, who was on horseback, urged his troops to advance, and he saw that there were mountains of coal gangue on both sides, and these commanding heights could not ambush men and horses, and there seemed to be no danger.

Zhou Youfu was in the control room of the minecart on the mountain and watched the Japanese troops below, if there was time, Zhou Youfu could bury * in these gangue and cut off the retreat of the Japanese army through an explosion, but he now has other methods.

The Japanese army slammed around the valley like headless flies with flashlights, trying to find a way to advance, but it was not easy to find the right path due to the black lights and blind fire.

Zhou Youfu stood up and walked to the lever on the side. On the track next to him, several narrow-gauge minecarts were parked, all of which were fully loaded* and ready to go. How powerful the mine was, he didn't know, but in any case he filled every cart, covered it with slag and flattened it with a shovel.

Seeing that the last squadron of Japanese troops also entered the valley, he calmly grabbed the lever next to him.

"Little Japan, Lao Tzu killing you is like crushing a bedbug to death." He sneered and tried to pull the pole back, but found that it was very tight, and it was not possible to go up with both hands, "Damn, are you stunned to see Lao Tzu's jokes?" Come and help. ”

Several soldiers came to help, and together they squeaked hard, and a bunch of people lost their center of gravity and rolled to the ground.

At the same time, a nine-section minecart roared down the hill. Zhou Youfu cut off the track ahead with a small-scale blast. Minecarts on the rails rushed to the end of the tunnel and rushed down with great speed, each with one* tied to one.

Like a roller coaster, the minecart flew past the dazed Japanese soldiers and plunged headlong into the stone wall and cinder pile at the exit of the valley, and a huge explosion resounded through the valley. The rocks and piles of coal collapsed in an instant, burying the last squadron that had made it into the valley underneath.

Shan Youfu began to pull the second lever last week, and the next train of minecarts would slide down another fork in the road and fall directly into the crowd below, this minecart was slightly less loaded, and more than half of the space was filled with ore and metal balls. The British used several kilometers of beneficiation conveyor belts in the mines, and the warehouses were full of ball bearings, and he felt that it was a pity that such a good thing did not have to be on the heads of the Japanese.