Rise from eight hundred.

After all, Major Takeo Yonekura didn't get a peaceful sleep.

The poor Japanese Army Major stood almost naked in the cold night of northwest China, looking at his previously peaceful station in bewilderment.

At this time, the garrison was like a hell on earth, with violent burning flames everywhere, people howling in great pain, pack horses neighing horribly due to fright, and bullets and artillery shells stored in the baggage train from time to time. Explosion caused by combustion.

How did the Chinese do all this?Major Yonekura Takeo, who had completely fallen into a sluggish state, couldn't find the answer at all.

The reason is that Tang Tuanzuo personally carried the super cannon barrel 300 meters away from the heavy supply squadron.

The gun barrel, which is made of a whole log hollowed out, has five hoops of iron wire on the outside. The overall weight is 120 kilograms, which is comparable to the weight of an infantry gun.

That is, no one, including Ming Xin and Long Yan, believed that this crude gadget could throw a 50-kilogram explosive package tied to a burning pot 300 meters away.

To be honest, Long Yan, as a porter of explosive bags, carried more than 40 kilograms of explosive bags on his back. It was just a little heavier and a little tiring, but he still had two super-burning bombs filled with Tang Tuanzuo's mixture hanging around his waist. The military kettle with the medicine was so frightening that Long Yan, who had always been bold and arrogant, was almost weak.

He has seen the power of that thing with his own eyes. Don't look at the two small military kettles. Once they explode, the blue flames that can burn all the way to the bones will burn the more than 100 kilograms of him to ashes. It is not a problem. nothing.

Really, Long Yan was filled with energy when he thought about running a 10-mile mountain road with this demonic liquid that could easily burn a rock to pieces.

Lieutenant Long had any bad intentions, but he just wanted to reach his destination early so that he could throw these things on the Japanese.

Then, the crow's mouth of the Japanese Army Major, who was still quietly congratulating himself that the Chinese did not throw large explosive devices, came true.

An explosive incendiary bomb weighing 50 kilograms exploded somewhere in the camp of the Third Division's baggage squadron with 400 packhorses, 30 trucks, and 50 carts.

The huge air wave instantly swept away more than 30 heavy baggage soldiers and more than 20 pack horses who were still sleeping. This was only the first wave of the disaster. The scattered flames covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters were the most deadly.

Not to mention that field tents, wooden carriages, and trucks will be ignited. Even if it falls on people or on the soil, the blue flames will burn for a long time until all the fuel is lost.

The awakened Japanese soldiers waved their military uniforms in an attempt to extinguish the flames from hell, but that was obviously in vain. The waving military uniforms would even pick up the sticky flames and then spread to the human body or the horse. , the sizzling sound was like the grim smile of the God of Death, which made Yonekura Takeo, who was watching all of this blankly, feel even colder than standing naked in the cold wind of northwest China.

Finally, a second violent explosion came, and the bodies of more than two dozen brave Japanese baggage soldiers were instantly swallowed up by flames.

Nearly a hundred heavy soldiers who were still rescuing supplies in the flames were severely knocked away by the air wave!
That was a truck loaded with 92 infantry artillery shells that was detonated!

Fortunately for Major Takeo Yonekura, who finally regained some sanity, his baggage squadron was only responsible for transporting infantry artillery shells and grenades for grenade launchers. If it was like the Sixth Baggage Squadron transporting shells with 280MM heavy artillery, then what happened today? No one can live.

"Everyone hides in the trenches for the time being, don't worry about the baggage, and wait for the support of friendly forces!" Yonekura Kennan may have made the wisest decision in his life.

The No. 500 Troops Squadron has nearly 180 soldiers, and at least [-] of them were killed in the two big explosions just now. When faced with the dilemma of whether to protect people or supplies, the Japanese Army Major was unusually confused.

The remaining 300 or so heavy troops dragged their injured companions into the field trenches on the side of the station. They watched the usually docile packhorses ignited and ran around wildly, and then successfully ignited the still intact pack horses filled with supplies. The truck will either burn into a big fire or cause another round of explosions!
Without Yonekura Keno's calm orders, they would have either been trampled to death by the already crazy packhorses, burned to death in an unstoppable fire, or swept away by an explosion, with a mortality rate of almost 100%.

Even so, among the more than 300 Japanese soldiers who hid in the trenches, more than a dozen were severely disabled by heavy objects falling from the sky. There were also a few unlucky children who fell into the trenches and were crushed to death by pack horses running wildly.

Afterwards, the battle loss rate of the 50.00st Baggage Squadron reached 80.00%[-], and the material loss was as high as [-]%[-]. To put it bluntly, some residue was left to eat.

The unlucky Major Takeo Yonekura was the supreme commander. Although his military orders saved the lives of more than half of the heavy troops in time, someone had to be responsible for the huge losses. Caesarean section became his only choice.

At the moment when the morning sun rose, the unlucky Japanese major smoked the last cigarette in his life, cut open his tender belly with his own hands, and screamed in pain for more than an hour before dying.

On the other side, Brigadier Hu, after seeing several big fireballs soaring into the sky, excitedly patted his orderly on the shoulder: "Yo Xi! Give me two steamed buns and a pot of wine. Fujita is in trouble." I definitely won’t be able to sleep, but it tastes so good to me, and I’m going to piss this old bitch off to death!”

"Sir, your Japanese skills are really bad!" The orderly made a rare joke with his superior, and then took out an oil paper bag from his pocket with a smile. "I secretly hid a pig's trotter for you to serve as a meal. Isn't it more fragrant than steamed buns?"

"Haha! You must know how to feel sorry for me. I saw you right, so I don't blame you for saying that I am not good at learning Japanese language." The Major General Brigadier laughed loudly, snatched the already cold pig's trotters, and hummed a tune. Hiding in the underground bunker again.

Although Tang Dao gave him a lot of fright, he also brought many surprises. He was really a man who made people both hate and love him!

Thinking of this, the major general brigade commander originally poured a bowl of wine for Tang Tuanzuo who was far away on the other side. Suddenly he thought that this was too unlucky, so he quickly took another sip and then happily nibbled on the pig's trotters.

This means Tang Tuanzuo didn't see it, otherwise he would definitely regret his previous promise to give this man 30 machine guns.

There's nothing wrong with toasting from afar. The key is that you're eating pig's trotters here, while I and dozens of brothers can only eat cold pancakes in the mountains and forests, even if there is meat.

The pancakes were not brought by Tang Tuanzuo from the Tongguan position, but when the Japanese army and the Central Army's Third Army fought fiercely five days ago, Tang Dao secretly touched the infantryman with the telegram from the second theater. Behind the brigade position, I met the stunned Deputy Commander Cun.

The two of them can be regarded as old friends. During the Jindong counterattack in September, this man was the main brigade sent by the Third Army to Jindong. In that battle in Jindong, this brave man was promoted from major general and brigade commander to deputy division commander and concurrently. Brigadier, becoming the commander of a division is just around the corner.

However, after conquering Shimen, the two of them just met each other without having time to talk in depth, so they said goodbye to each other and left. Unexpectedly, this second meeting was still on the battlefield, but the Taihang Mountains in the southeast of Shanxi became the Central Mountains in the south of Shanxi. A mountain!
Obviously, it was top secret that Tang Dao led the Sichuan Army's new regiment to reinforce Tongguan, and Deputy Commander Cun didn't know it. If Tang Dao's tall and strong figure hadn't left such a deep impression on him, he almost thought that the Japanese would practice the legendary disguise technique. .

When old friends meet, everything becomes much easier, not to mention that Tang Dao doesn't ask for much. He doesn't want guns and ammunition, but some food supplies.

Naturally, Deputy Commander Cun was satisfied with everything. According to Tang Dao's requirements, he ground the few soybeans and rice in the army into powder and added a small amount of salt. In addition, he baked 500 flatbreads, which were also stuffed with lean meat, which was rare in this era.

The nutritious soybean and rice flour are enough to ensure the nutrients needed by the human body. The flatbread and meat can be stored for about ten days in winter without going bad. Tang Dao and dozens of officers and soldiers have no problem filling their stomachs and maintaining nutrition, but because of the It’s hard to describe the taste of staying hidden and not lighting a fire.

In contrast, Brigadier Hu Da is drinking wine while the pig's trotters are cold, which is absolutely delicious!
The 28th Division was quite drunk, but the 3rd Division was in a terrible mood.

By the time the rescue Japanese infantry arrived, the station of the [-]st Heavy Troops Squadron had turned into a large bonfire scene. Standing a hundred meters away, you could feel the scorching heat wave.

This may also be the warmest night that the infantry squadron has felt on the outside in the 20 days since they arrived at Fenglingdu, but inside they are cold to the bone.

The huge mountain of baggage and supplies being burned is just one of them. More importantly, the Chinese who made all this can do it the second time if they can do it the first time.

Who will be their next target?
This may also be the first time in the past few days that the Japanese army has not sent infantry to hunt down the attackers, even though the raging fire has illuminated the entire mountain col.

It was unnecessary, including a Japanese infantry captain who arrived panting under the protection of an infantry team. He looked at the scene. After being silent for a long time, he just ordered to search for the still alive baggage soldiers. He seemed to have completely forgotten what caused all this. The culprit.Regarding the pursuit of the attackers, as the timeline stretched, the Japanese army, from the infantry commander to the private, was almost desperate.

They have realized that what is watching and attacking them in the dark is a powerful enemy they have never encountered since they set foot on this land.

That powerful enemy is simply a monster, with the cunningness of a fox, the ferocity of a wolf, and the strength of a tiger, but he also likes to escape thousands of miles with a single blow.

Until now, they didn't know what their enemy looked like, let alone his name.

No one knows how long this damn situation will last.

The final gain of the Japanese army was to search the mountain after dawn and find a pile of almost burned wood residue in the bushes.

Obviously, it was a device developed by the Chinese for delaying the throwing of explosive packets. However, it was difficult for them to imagine how the Chinese could throw such huge explosive packets through such almost primitive materials.

"That should be a device similar to the ancient Western mortar!" This was the conclusion reached by an Army Major of the [-]th Engineer Regiment after careful investigation of the area where the wood residue was found.

The Japanese army also has mortar guns, which are very powerful, but their range is too limited, their accuracy is extremely poor, and the gun body is extremely heavy, which causes great difficulties in logistics and transportation. Therefore, the Japanese army divisions are very fond of this kind of gun. Not waiting to be seen.

It is simply unbelievable to think that the Chinese can make it out of wood. Aren't they afraid of exploding?

With all kinds of doubts, the Japanese army reported this information to Lieutenant General Susumu Fujita, who had a headache. Hearing about the backward artillery such as mortars, he threw it into the trash can.

What he is concerned about now is how to exterminate this Chinese people who are like ghosts, rather than studying low-level artillery that is hundreds of years behind this era.

"In order to fight against the outside world, we must first settle down the inside!" Susumu Fujita, who was also at a loss, miraculously came up with this sentence in his mind.

At this moment, he finally understood why China's supreme ruler said these words in the first place. It was such a wise truth in life!

If he wanted to comfortably accumulate strength and break through China's Great Northwest Pass on the other side of the river, he must first kill this annoying mosquito, otherwise he would not know how much blood he would suck.

Two days ago, Army Commander Itagaki Shiro heard about the frequent attacks on the Third Division and called him to inquire about the effectiveness of the campaign.

But what troubled Susumu Fujita was that his headquarters was too huge. The entire division's headquarters exceeded 8000 meters horizontally and 2000 meters vertically, occupying more than [-] square kilometers of land.

The Chinese are so familiar with the terrain in this area that even walking in the dark is as easy as crossing the main road in the early morning.

Is it possible that there is nothing we can do to get rid of these little flies and mosquitoes?

Fujita Susumu finally convened a meeting of senior officers at the infantry battalion level on the fifth day when Tang Dao continued to attack the Third Division. The theme of the meeting was no longer the second storm on Tongguan half a month later, but how to deal with this force. A small army of tarsal maggots.

To put it bluntly, it means brainstorming and asking everyone to come up with ideas together.

"I personally believe that multiple search forces should be sent to conduct large-scale investigations on Zhongtiao Mountain, otherwise our division will never have peace!" A Japanese colonel first expressed his opinion.

That is to say, middle-aged Japanese men don't have the habit of rolling their eyes, otherwise the whole table will be thrown out and the guy will be beaten to death.

Needless to say, what can be done has been done long ago. The division's biggest strategic target at present is Tongguan on the opposite side, rather than risking a decisive battle with the Chinese army deep in Zhongtiao Mountain.

There are seven infantry corps there with more than 20 people. Once the Chinese think that they are going to launch the main attack from here and mobilize their troops here, all the strategic intentions of the westward marching corps will be ruined. If Commander Itagaki is blamed, Susumu Fujita Lieutenant generals are under tremendous pressure.

Susumu Fujita couldn't help but glance at this guy whose forehead was squeezed, but his face didn't show much expression. Maybe this was the first brick thrown out by the legendary 'brick to attract jade'!
"My subordinates believe that using large-scale infantry to search the mountains has proven to be a failure. We must adopt tactics against this group of Chinese people!" Katayama Satoshi, who still had a bandage on his head, suddenly stood up and said.

A lieutenant colonel-level deputy captain bluntly said that his tactics were a failure. The Japanese Army colonel who spoke first naturally had a gloomy look on his face: "Katayama-kun is so witty and forbearing. After encountering several failures, he can still come up with strategies to defeat the enemy. This is truly a blessing to the division! Please quickly tell me the correct tactics for our reference."

As soon as this statement came out, the venue fell into silence for an instant.

But no, if the war is unfavorable, the Lieutenant Colonel and Deputy Captain in front of him, who can almost represent the [-]th Infantry Regiment, is the biggest loser. It is under his command that a powerful infantry regiment has now become an infantry unit. Brigade.

Just like that, you still have the nerve to say that others can’t do it?
If he hadn't been a close subordinate of Fujita Susumu before he became famous, let alone still sitting here, the body might have been stiffened ten days ago.

However, Susumu Fujita is not a single-handed man in the Third Division. There are many divisions of forces within the Third Division. For example, the army colonel who dared to make sarcastic comments on such occasions is said to have a very close relationship with the royal prince faction. Otherwise, how could he dare to slap Katayama Satoshi in the face in public.

"I thought that if the Chinese could move freely in this mountainous area, they must have local Chinese people who are familiar with the terrain to guide them. These Chinese people will have to pay the price for their stupid behavior." Katayama Satoshi blushed and held back. Angry, he said loudly.

"Katayama-kun, what you mean is to slaughter those Chinese who dare to go against the empire, and then" a Japanese army colonel who was considered to have a good relationship with Katayama Satoshi followed his words.

"That's right, in one village every day, the Chinese either watch the Chinese who have provided help to them being killed, or they come out to stop them, even if they know that those poor Chinese are just bait!" Katayama Satoshi's eyes were filled with excitement. ferocious.

The person who hates Tang Dao the most is really not Susumu Fujita, but the Army Lieutenant Colonel, not the Chinese. How could he have fallen to the point where he is openly ridiculed by others now?

"Yo Xi! This is a conspiracy, a conspiracy that forces the Chinese to dig out of the mouse hole!" Susumu Fujita's eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face.

"Since this strategy was proposed by you, Katayama-kun, your 6th Infantry Regiment will be responsible for executing it. I will give you three days to kill these annoying flies. I will hang them all. On the banks of the Yellow River, including those Chinese who dare to help them, regardless of age or sex!"

"Hi! I must live up to the trust of the division commander!" Katayama Satoshi bowed his head heavily.

He knew that this was the chance Fujita gave him to make a comeback. As long as he could lure out the small group of Chinese soldiers hiding in the mountains and forests by massacring the villagers, all previous defeats would be erased.

There is no ever-victorious general in the world. All interpretation rights belong to the final winner. He still has the opportunity to be promoted to captain of the [-]th Infantry Regiment.

And just when the Third Division was forced to get together to play the game of 'Three Stooges versus Zhuge Liang', 20 kilometers away, a train spewed black smoke and was speeding towards Tongguan.

The gear of fate just turned so slightly, and a blind box was opened for this Japanese Army Lieutenant Colonel who was eager to make a comeback!