Rise From Eight Hundred

As the two soldiers got closer, the faces under the helmets became clearer and clearer.

There was nothing unusual about the two soldiers who walked over, except that the thinner soldier on the left was slightly pale and looked a little tired.

However, this is easy to understand. In such a wilderness, with 24-hour shifts and such weather, it is really doubtful who can have a rosy face.

The two soldiers stopped 30 meters away from the caravan. They also took the guns from their shoulders and carried them in their hands, waiting for someone to come up to negotiate. Obviously, this was not the first time they had seen such a caravan. The guard's reaction was not surprising.

Lu Sanjiang made gestures to the left and right, instructing his subordinates not to point their guns at the soldiers, then jumped off the horse and patted the bay-red horse's butt. The bay-red horse turned around and ran towards the rear of the caravan very intelligently, and then ran away Step forward.

"Sir, we are going into the mountains to deliver supplies to the army. This is the road opened by Commander Li of the 104th Division!" Lu Sanjiang took out the road with the seal of the 104th Division Headquarters from his arms, with a smile on his face. Passed it over.

"Where did you enter the mountain from? How come we didn't see you when we entered the mountain?" The serious-faced corporal on the right glanced at the caravan several times with vigilance and spoke with a smooth Northeastern accent. asked.

"Hey! Fellow fellow!" Lu Sanjiang couldn't help but be happy when he heard this accent. He continued to smile and quickly took out two packs of cigarettes and handed them over to him. "I'm from Ji Province, brother, where are you from?"

"My home is by the Songhua River." The corporal waved his hand to reject the cigarette, but replied subconsciously.

Then he reacted, with an angry look on his face, "Don't change the topic and answer my question, where did you enter the mountain from?"

"Brother, you also know that snakes have their own way and rats have their own way. This is also a trade secret of our employer. I am the only one who does rough work for the employer. If you can say this, don't embarrass me. If you really want to Ask! I think you have to ask our boss in person." Lu Sanjiang explained with a wry smile.

This is also a typical Chinese business feature. Just like the grain merchant who bullied the market in Xuzhou City, who of these caravans who dare to send all kinds of "scarce supplies" into the mountains has no military background?

The big ones must be backed by major generals and lieutenant generals. You can tell who is standing behind you just by looking at the road. The small ones must be colonels and lieutenant colonels. Everyone knows that as long as the price is not too outrageous, you are honest. For example, Zhao Shoushan had to turn a blind eye and let others pass.

Otherwise, it may not be one or two people who are offended, but the entire interest group. He cannot guarantee that during the joint operation, those generals with a grudge will lead their troops to run away and throw his infantry division on the defensive line. .

Lu Sanjiang's general idea was that even your division commander might not ask such detailed questions. Why would you, a top soldier, ask so many questions?

The corporal's face turned ugly for a moment. He probably didn't expect that the guard captain was so awesome and dared to attack people with a gun and a stick like this when he met the army.

As he waved the gun, his eyes became sharp, "It's okay if we don't tell you where we came from. Then I have to see what's being carried in the car. Our commander said, let alone a mere caravan, even if it's a friendly force, if it passes through our defense area, You have to obey the inspection.”

When he heard this, Lu Sanjiang was not happy anymore and straightened his face: "Brother, if you insist on checking, it's okay to show you. I'm afraid you saw something you shouldn't have seen. Afterwards, brother, your superior will probably It’s a bit difficult.”

Lu Sanjiang said this out of good intentions. If the corporal of the 17th Division in front of him insists on checking and discovers the big secret of the entire caravan, then the battalion commander and regimental commander of this guy will probably not be able to sleep at night.

You know, when it comes to secretly transporting Yamashita to Linfen, even the Second Theater Command and the Eightyth Army Headquarters only know that the Fourth Army Regiment is responsible for escorting him. When will he be sent, but how and by whom. , that is all confidential, and only a few senior officials within the Four Elements Group know about it.

If something goes wrong with this dedicated army corporal, not only his life may be in danger, but also the reputation of several of his immediate superiors.

Seeing that Lu Sanjiang was so strong, the army corporal couldn't help but hesitate a little, and couldn't help but look back towards the hillside.

Obviously, the person who can decide is still hiding in that simple trench.

In such weather, he not only took shelter from the rain in the simple wooden shed at the checkpoint, but also went into the trenches to maintain a fighting posture. This Army sergeant squad leader is a soldier with a tough character and a loyal character.

Lu Sanjiang couldn't help feeling a little fond of him.

A man poked his head out of the trench 150 meters away, stretched out his hand, shook it, and then retreated in again.

The corporal showed a look of relief on his face, glared at Lu Sanjiang, and waved his gun: "Wait here, you can leave after we move those away."

"No! Brother, look at the rain. Our young master's body can't bear it anymore. Can you go to your shed to boil some hot water and eat something to rest." Lu Sanjiang hurriedly took it from the car nearby. Two cans of Japanese cans were put into the hands of the army corporal. "This is a good thing that the brothers in the national army snatched from the Japanese. It is rich in meat and tastes good. We bought it at a big price and gave it to the brothers to try."

It was okay not to say this, but when he said it, the Army Corporal's face became even more ugly. Not only did he not accept the can, but he also shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Leave as soon as I tell you. If you don't leave, I will report you to the superiors and arrest you as spies."

After saying that, he pushed the superior soldier next to him who was holding a gun but didn't speak much and looked a bit dull: "Let's go!"

Lv Sanjiang was slightly startled!

"Ahem!" A few coughs came from the car not far away.

Lv Sanjiang's face remained unchanged, but his eyes changed slightly as he looked at the two soldiers who were leaving with their backs turned.

When the two soldiers walked more than 30 meters away, Lv Sanjiang suddenly gathered his strength and shouted, "Hey, two brothers in front."

The two soldiers looked back in shock.

"Fuck your ancestors!" Lv Sanjiang suddenly cursed.

"Fuck your uncle!" The soldier who had not spoken a word instinctively cursed back.

"What did you say?" The corporal asked in disbelief.

During the question, he was still speaking in a fluent Northeastern dialect.

"Devils, kill!" Lv Sanjiang gave an order, and he turned over and hid under a stone on the side of the road.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The army corporal's expression of disbelief froze on his face, staring blankly at his chest, where a hole the size of a teacup was bleeding.

The next moment! The sound of gunfire resounded through the mountains.

There were shots from the trenches and shots from the mountain roads.

But when the popping sound of the gunshots entered the ears of the army corporal who had lost most of his vitality, it seemed so far away, as if it came from outer space.

‘Why? ’ The army corporal looked up and fell to the ground with unwilling eyes.

He never understood until his death why the Chinese would judge him as a Japanese and shoot so decisively. Even the people in the northeast could not hear any flaws in his Chinese.

And what was wrong with his dealing with the other party's chatter just now? My home is on the Songhua River, and it sounds very northeastern!

Not to mention that he didn't understand, even a tough man in a carefully camouflaged observation tunnel on the hillside was rarely surprised.

He also didn't understand where he was exposed. The soldier who went to negotiate was not an ordinary person. He was a spy trained by the intelligence department of the front army for five years. He came to China when he was ten years old and then went through five years of training. Whether it was the local conditions and customs of China or the on-the-spot reaction, he was the best choice. He was specially transferred from the intelligence department of the front army before the mission.

But unexpectedly, this small Chinese caravan actually found the flaw and killed it in one fell swoop.

But what about it? They looked like only 20 people, and their weapons were extremely simple. Not only were they the elite selected from hundreds of thousands of troops, but they also had a complete geographical advantage. Killing them was easy.

It was a pity that the fierce battle would eventually alarm another Chinese army checkpoint six miles away, which would cause a chain reaction. In this area, there was a Chinese infantry regiment stationed. He had originally chosen the best position to ambush the terrible opponent, and he couldn't stay there any longer.

A cold light flashed in his cold eyes, and he shouted softly: "One minute, kill them all!"

"Hi!" People in various places in the trenches kept roaring in response.

This small group of Japanese troops who came from nowhere were full of confidence from the commander to the lowest-level soldiers.

A defensive formation composed of at least a dozen rifles was like a chicken and a dog in front of them, allowing them to ravage and trample.

Of course, they had enough confidence, because although they only had 25 people, they had 4 grenade launchers, 4 MP28 submachine guns, 12 Zhongzheng rifles, 6 Mauser pistols, and 2 Czech light machine guns, which could easily crush a Chinese light infantry platoon, and even face a Chinese ordinary infantry company.

This is just equipment. In terms of personal strength, from this tough man with a face like a knife and an axe to his lowest rank of sergeant, all of them are the best choices in the Japanese North China Front Army.

To put it bluntly, this small group of Japanese troops is similar to the original special squadron of the Four-Line Regiment, and is completely the elite of the army.

In the past, it was called a special agent team.

But the next scene almost blinded the confident Japanese.

With the sharp whistle of the leader of the escort team who turned over and hid under a stone, all the unmanned horses immediately took big strides and ran wildly along the mountain road, but not forward, but backward, as if the horses had been trained for a long time and knew how to stay away from the battlefield.

To explain it in an academic term, it is called: active withdrawal from the battlefield.

Horses are herd creatures. The pack horses on the shafts of the three carriages that were freed by the driver's cut reins were frightened by the gunshots and ran away with those horses. Only two horses were shot down on the mountain road and struggled, but they were soon shot by the Chinese behind the carriage.

That should be to avoid interference with their own tactical space, or to help the pack horses relieve pain.

This scene alone made the leading sturdy man frown and feel something was not good.

These were definitely not horses that a caravan should have. If he was not mistaken, these should be war horses, carefully bred war horses.

What really made the man feel bad was not that these horses were war horses, but that when these Chinese encountered the enemy, they did not consider their own safety first, but actually thought of letting the war horses evacuate. What does this mean?

This means that as long as the Chinese on the opposite side are not brain-dead, they also have enough confidence to win this battle, even if they don't know what kind of enemy they will face.

This kind of confidence is by no means based on arrogance, but is honed on the battlefield.

They are soldiers, Chinese soldiers!

As soon as this thought came up, a sense of joy surged in my heart.

A group of soldiers marching in an area controlled by their own army, why do they still have to hide their identities? What ulterior motives do they have?

Could it be that they are the group of people that he has been waiting for?

If so, it simply proves the old Chinese saying: You can find it without any effort after searching everywhere.

"Kill the scattered personnel first, and do not attack the carts easily..." The tough man suddenly thought of something and quickly gave an order.

If it was really as he thought, then Major General Yamamoto must be in one of the three carts.

Although he was ordered to kill him or even destroy his body in a crisis, he must not let him be transported back to his hinterland alive by the Chinese.

But whether it is the front army headquarters or the forces close to his family on the island, they still hope to rescue him and bring him back to North China alive.

However, before the order was completed, another change occurred.

Including the tough man, all the Japanese who witnessed this scene were dumbfounded and almost cursed in unison, "Baga!"

The tarpaulin of the middle carriage among the three carriages covered with tarpaulins was suddenly opened, revealing the bunker hidden inside.

Yes, that's right, there were no imagined large quantities of goods in the carriage, but a complete bunker, a bunker made of shiny black steel plates, with two firing holes in the front, back, left and right, which was presented in front of all the Japanese.

The reason why it was said to be made of steel plates was that some unbelieving Japanese fired two shots at it, and only two sparks burst out.

A bunker is not scary, but the machine gun sticking out of the bunker is scary. The flames that spewed out instantly swept across like a whip, hitting the Japanese trench area with mud.

If the guy who just fired a shot had not reacted quickly enough, he would not even bother to take the gun and quickly shrink his whole body into the trench. It is estimated that this round of shooting would have swept him into a hornet's nest.

"Dong! Dong!" A Japanese grenade thrower hiding in the distance was definitely a master. He quickly woke up from the shock and immediately fired two grenades. Without any test firing, they were only two or three meters away from the carriage.

However, the wooden bottom of the carriage was blown into pieces, but the bunker on the carriage did not move at all.

The flames were still spraying, and the Japanese in the trenches could not even raise their heads.

What submachine guns and light machine guns, under the long bursts of machine guns with a terrifying firing rate, they dared not even raise their heads.

This is well prepared!

The corner of the man's mouth twitched suddenly!

It seems that things will not be as simple as he thought, just like when he ambushed the terrible opponent, he was full of confidence, but in the end he was defeated and fled in embarrassment.

It can only be said that this brain is really useful. Just like he guessed that the opponent was a Chinese soldier and was a team carrying out the task of transporting Yamamoto, this time, he guessed right again.

Tang Dao had made full preparations for this mission, not only selecting elite soldiers, but also spared no expense to enhance the firepower and defense of this small unit mainly composed of special forces.

That was the "mobile bunker" designed and manufactured specifically for Teacher Xiao He after he received an order from Tang Dao, which was still on the front line in Changle Village a week ago.

The entire bunker is made of ten 8mm thick artillery steel plates, which is enough to withstand all light and heavy machine guns below 12.7mm within 100 meters.

As long as it is not directly fired by machine guns or infantry guns, this steel bunker can fight until the end of time, if you don't consider the 8,000 bullets stored in it being fired or all the surrounding infantry being killed.

The entire steel bunker covers an area of ​​2 square meters, which is enough for shooters and ammunition handlers to move around in it. There are two secret doors for shooters and ammunition handlers to escape.

This is to reduce the weight. Otherwise, Xiao He wanted to add a 20mm thick cushion lining to it, which would be enough to make the Su Luotong 20mm machine gun return in vain.

Unfortunately, the maximum drag force of the two pack horses is only 800 kilograms, so Xiao He's idea of ​​a perverted center of gravity pack horse-powered "tank" can only be aborted.

Moreover, special mechanisms are installed on both sides of the carriage. As long as you reach out and pull, several steel plates will fall down, which can not only support the carriage to prevent the "steel bunker" from tilting, but also provide sufficient cover for the soldiers hiding in the rear.

In the face of the enemy, an MG34 machine gun with 8,000 rounds of ammunition is enough to beat any light infantry to the point where they can't take care of themselves, just like the Japanese who can't even lift their heads now.

"Don't be afraid. Even if the enemy is well prepared, it has strong defense and lacks mobility. Attack the carriage with two grenade launchers, and the rest of the people kill other opponents!" The tough man ordered while biting his back teeth.

The damned Four Lines, the damned Tang Dao, always gave him unexpected problems. When he thought of the family heirloom sword still in Tang Dao's place, his heart ached.

That was the only failure in his life.

But now, he is not just a martial arts master, but has chosen to accept the progress of the times and begin to trust hot weapons. There are no longer only ninja masters holding samurai swords around him, but most of them are elite soldiers in the army.

He has made changes and must not fail again.

Especially, in front of the same opponent.

I don't know if Tang Dao will come, but it doesn't matter. Killing his subordinates should make him more heartbroken than losing his heirloom sword!

Fujiwara Sen's eyes were full of determination again.

Then, the next moment, his determined eyes became a little distracted!

In fact, the Chinese were too good at what they did.

The tarpaulin of another carriage was torn off, revealing its true colors.

What were they trying to do? Were they planning to fight an infantry battalion from the beginning?