Next, things turned out as expected.

The group of devils who came to snatch the credit were easily eliminated by the comrades who were ambushed on the battlefield.

In order to make a quick decision, the little ones were not even willing to bring a light machine gun. Without command and heavy weapons, even the elite infantry cannot exert its strength.

The group in charge of guarding on the periphery was relatively better, except for a small number of dead-eyed devils who ran to support the battlefield. As long as the people who are a little cautious have successfully returned to the Niangziguan Railway Station.

Through the light source of the searchlight, Hisanobu Yamashiro, who was standing on the commanding heights, looked at the battlefield in front of him with some disbelief.

Compared to the unexpected defeat, the self-forces were routed in a large area. He was even more shocked by the fact that every attacking Eighth Route Army wore a gas mask.

As an expert in gas warfare, he naturally came into contact with the gas masks of various countries. Now there are Sandezi's goods on this battlefield, which is too unbelievable.

So Yamashiro Hisanobu planted a flag in his heart, and if he could go back safely this time, he must report this matter to the army leadership.

Thinking of this, he looked at the adjutant beside him and asked:

"How many people do we have now, and are there any troops nearby that can be reinforced?"

The adjutant had always been paralyzed, but as the battle was lost, he began to become more and more impatient.

"Almost all of the Pingsong squadron has been shattered, and our own people are less than three hundred. But without the bonus of chemical weapons, our combat effectiveness is not as good as that of infantry B. ”

"Forty-five minutes ago, we received a telegram from Yangquan that a military train was heading towards Niangzi Pass. If there were no accidents on the way, they should have arrived. ”

Just as the adjutant had just finished saying this, the whistle of an armored train was heard in the distance.

They looked towards the place where the sound was coming from, and they could already see the searchlight on the front of the car. This pillar of light piercing through the smoke of the battlefield seems to be to tell the defenders in Niangzi Pass that reinforcements are coming.

But just as Yamashiro Hisanobu was smiling happily, a violent explosion occurred around the armored train, and the reinforcements disappeared into the flames after just a while.

Compared to the desperation of the devils, Kong Jie could only say one word. The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, I just think they are noisy.

When they first came to the battlefield at the foot of the mountain, the independent regiment knew that there was a nearby railway that had not been destroyed, otherwise there would be no devils to come to support smoothly.

Although he is very confident in the attacking allies, it is better to take his life and death into his own hands. And the devil's gas bomb just gave them a chance to join the group.

Compared to the 5th regiment, the regiment was not equipped with many gas masks. So when the gas bombs landed on the battlefield, most of the fighters who withdrew were from the independent regiment.

These soldiers who can't go to the battlefield for the time being can't just stand in a safe place and play with boring, right?

So Kong Jie asked them to bring a lot of yellow explosives to prepare a big gift for the devil army that might come to support, and also added an insurance for themselves.

I never expected that there was really an unexpected gain at this moment, and I also killed such a large number of devils.

In the temporary command post, Kong Jie took out his own cigarette pouch and pot.

Now that the big picture has been decided, it is only a matter of time before the raid mission is completed. And he just did another big one, speeding up this doomed battle.

Rao is a veteran like him is also a little proud, and he can't help but want to take two puffs of cigarettes.

Seeing the other party's appearance of a dog-headed military advisor, Regiment Leader Chen shook his head helplessly.

"It's still your old Kong who is so powerful, you can still be busy stealing a hand from the devil."

Kong Jie smiled, hiding his merit and fame.

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Let's turn our perspective to Taiyuan.

Tonight's North China Front Army's First Army in Shanxi was not peaceful, and the attack on the entire line of Zhengtai Road made all the high-level leaders not rest, and the sword master Yoshio Shinozuka was woken up by the staff officer as soon as he fell asleep.

Fearing that this fifty-six-year-old man would be angry on the road, the staff officer who led the way never dared to say what was going on. But everything can be hidden from the first day of junior high school, but not from the fifteenth.

When Yoshio Shinozuka walked into the operations conference room, he found that all the staff officers were busy. Each of them held two sets of small flags in their hands, namely the military flag representing their own side and the red flag representing the Eighth Route Army.

At this time, the old devil already had a bad premonition, and he hurriedly ran to the sand table to take a look! Ooh! The little red flags are almost filling the map.

And not only Shanxi, but the whole of North China has become a pot of porridge. And in its current form, it seems that they were one-sidedly beaten.

At this moment, it seemed like the sky was about to fall for Yoshio Shinozuka.

The old immortal's eyes darkened, and he suddenly felt like the world was spinning. It's a pity that the staff officer next to him held his arm and didn't let the devil fall to the ground.

After a little slow down for two minutes, the old devil opened his eyes, and there seemed to be two burning flames in them. But at this time, he was surprisingly stable, and his whole person exuded a gloomy aura.

"Everyone, who can tell me! What the hell is going on? Have I been isolated by the First Army? It seems that I am the only one in the entire combat conference room who does not know the details. “

Seeing that the matter could no longer be hidden, a young staff officer walked in front of Yoshio Shinozuka with a folder and began to report.

"Your Excellency, Commander, four hours ago, that is, around twenty o'clock. The entire line of the Zhengtai Railway was attacked, and almost all the strongholds along the route were spared. ”

"And on the Pinghan Line and the Tongpu Line, train derailment accidents occurred at the same time in many places! At present, the railway has been paralyzed on the whole line! ”

Hearing this, Yoshio Shinozuka angrily pulled out the other party's katana and slashed it on the table next to him. This old devil deserves the title of master of his sword, and the full blow of the slash on the solid wood did not break the blade.

"What do you people eat? In other words, all the railway lines under my rule have been destroyed? You didn't notify me in the first place! ”

"Something else to hide from me! Speak up! Do you want me to beg you? ”

After saying these two sentences, the pressure in the combat conference room was instantly full. A young staff officer could not stand such a high-pressure atmosphere, and he stepped forward with the determination to die and replied:

"The Highway Bureau has also reported damage to a number of road sections, and the specific information has not yet been confirmed."

After listening to all the reports, Yoshio Shinozuka silently took off his watch, and then his eyes swept over every senior member of the First Army behind him.

"It's not sabotage, it's not harassment. It's an offense! It's a strategic offense! What are you guys doing with intelligence? ”

"The enemy is moving on such a large scale, and he doesn't even notice it!"

"We don't even know when the enemy grew to such an extent! Are you all rice buckets? ”

In fact, it wasn't just Yoshio Shinozuka who felt unbelievable, everyone present had such thoughts. After all, since 37 years, the Eighth Route Army has never been so tough.

Moreover, launching an offensive on three railway lines at the same time requires not only a small number of men, but also requires a very strong organizational force.

After a brief vent of the anger in his heart, Yoshio Shinozuka began to give orders, and he said to everyone in the conference room:

"Find out the damage as soon as possible, and I need to know when the transport can be resumed! Mobilize all the forces we have at hand! I will not allow the Eighth Route Army to be so arrogant on our turf! ”

"Hey!"

After receiving the order, everyone except the chief of staff quickly left, as if everyone was afraid of being implicated.

"Your Excellency, many front-line commanders have reported to me an intriguing thing. They all said that the Eighth Route Army was equipped with a large number of magic weapons, and even found Sandezi's gas mask. ”

"The only one that can produce magic weapons now is the Vichy Gaul chicken, and that area is under the rule of the Three Virtues. If you think about it this way, it can also explain why there are gas masks. ”

It is very reasonable for the devil to find out that the weapon in the hands of the Eighth Route Army is a magic weapon. After all, their army model is to learn from the Gallic chicken, and a lot of weapons are procured from there.

Hearing the news, Yoshio Shinozuka had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and then he waved his hand and said:

"I know about this, and I'll report it to the base camp. Don't think about it, it's not something we can mix in. ”

(End of chapter)