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Chapter 196 105 regiments!

The Yamamoto special team did not dare to chase again.

It wasn't long before Lu Yingjun and Duan Peng drove forward.

Then he ran into the main force of the Sword Squadron who came to meet him head-on.

Then the three trucks continued eastward along the Zhengtai Highway.

In less than 10 minutes, we arrived at the fork in the road from Zhengtai Highway to Dongshan Mine.

Li Yunlong, Ding Wei and Kong Jie stood in front of the car smoking Laodao brand cigarettes and waited.

All 12 trucks were turned off, keeping absolute silence in the dark.

The barrel of a 75mm mountain gun on the rear car was laid flat, ready to be loaded at any time, and aimed at the direction where the main force of the Sword Squadron was leaving.

If it is not the Sword Squadron but the devils, it means that the Sword Squadron has been killed by the devils.

Then just shoot and withdraw.

The M1A1-75mm mountain cannon is also extremely powerful in flat shooting. The 8 kg shell is enough to destroy the Devils tank, let alone the Devils truck.

"It's the sound of a truck. It should be that Lu Yingjun and the others are back."

The sound of the car engine rang faintly in the ears, and the lights in the distance seemed a little eye-catching in the dark night.

Li Yunlong was a little happy, put the cigarette butts on the ground, and pressed the tip of his shoe back and forth twice.

A long distance away, the truck blew its horn three times in a row, which was an agreed signal. If there was no such signal, Li Yunlong would definitely fire.

"Less than half an hour." Kong Jie said with a smile, "It's pretty fast."

"Old Li's small army is really not an ordinary army." Ding Wei said, "Old Li, how did you train, and pass on your experience to Lao Kong and me?"

"If you don't give us the Shanpao Battalion, it's okay to pass on the training experience, right?" Kong Jie also said.

Li Yunlong said: "The combat effectiveness of this unit depends mainly on whose soldiers are in it. I am so powerful as the regiment commander, how can the soldiers below me be worse?"

"Fuck your mother." Kong Jie said, "You think I don't know? Most of this small army is not your soldiers, like Wang Xikui, Wang Gensheng or Lao Tzu's soldiers, Lao Ding also has a few leading soldiers with you In a small army."

"Old Li, you're here again!" Ding Wei said seriously, "We're not joking with you."

"It's no problem." Li Yunlong said, "When we get back to the base area, we'll talk about it after you two understand my army."

During the conversation, the soldiers of the artillery battalion put away the shells under Wang Chengzhu's order.

The three trucks driven by the Sword Squadron came to the Shanpao convoy and stopped.

Lu Yingjun jumped off the co-pilot of the first car, ran to Li Yunlong, and gave a military salute: "Report to the commander, Lu Yingjun successfully completed the mission and returned to the team!"

"Not bad!" Li Yunlong nodded and praised, "You have something, how is the devil's airport now?"

Lu Yingjun replied: "All 15 planes were blown up, as well as the devil's oil depot, arsenal, and runway."

"The devil pilots and the garrison troops at the airport suffered heavy casualties."

"This time the devil drank a big pot!"

"Are there any casualties in your squadron?" Li Yunlong looked extremely satisfied: "Is the way back going smooth?"

"There were no casualties. We fought all the way from the airport." Lu Yingjun said, "A few more thieves came after us, and we sent them away. Then we ran into Monk and the others."

"It's still our team leader who understands you." Wang Chengzhu smiled, "He just said that only you, Lu Yingjun, can stop others, and no one can stop you."

Kong Jie and Ding Wei looked at Lu Yingjun, secretly envious, wondering where Li Yunlong dug this fierce general from?
It is even fiercer than Lu Bu.

Li Yunlong's luck this dog day is simply against the sky.

Several people burst into laughter when they heard the words, and the air was filled with joy.

Lu Yingjun said seriously: "Commander, I have already found out that the headquarters of the Devil's First Army is in the inner city of Taiyuan."

"We can find another opportunity to be ruthless and directly bombard the Taiyuan Devils Headquarters."

"Sword Squadron can sneak into Taiyuan City, calculate the shooting parameters, and guarantee that one guy will kill the old devil Yoshio Shinozuka."

Li Yunlong narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and to be honest, he was moved by Lu Yingjun's suggestion.

But if you think about it carefully, it is very difficult to work. Maybe the Sword Squadron will have to go in. The inside of Taiyuan City is no better than outside the city. You can retreat at any time outside the city, but not inside the city.

"Devils are not fools. This method can only be used once, and it won't work the second time." Li Yunlong said, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, we have to evacuate quickly."

"Yes!"

Lu Yingjun straightened his body, and then walked towards the truck behind him.

Li Yunlong, Ding Wei, Kong Jie and Wang Chengzhu also turned around and jumped into the truck.

The convoy quickly disappeared into the night as the trucks started.

Less than 5 minutes after Li Yunlong's mountain artillery convoy left, the devil's mobile troops followed closely.

Not long after the devil's mobile unit chased forward, they were blocked by soldiers from the 385th Brigade and militiamen using sparrow warfare.

After chasing for less than 10 kilometers, the devil found that the highway bridge in front had been blown up, so he had to return to Taiyuan cursing.

……

In the headquarters of the First Japanese Army in Taiyuan.

Lieutenant General Shinozuka Yoshio lost his temper again and broke a valuable blue and white porcelain vase.

He stared at the Zhengtai Railway and the surrounding area on the military map. The red and blue arrows on the map indicated the situation of the enemy and the enemy.

A staff officer used a scale to calculate that in just four days, more than [-] kilometers of railways and roads were destroyed by the Eighth Route.

According to a rough estimate, the total strength of the main force and militia invested by the Eighth Route Army is at least more than 30.

More than 2000 defenders in Yangquan and more than 1000 defenders in Shouyang were all killed. The defenders in each stronghold were almost wiped out, and the number of casualties of reinforcements from all walks of life increased sharply.

The Beitongpu Railway was destroyed in several sections, almost all the tracks of the western section of the Zhengtai Railway were ripped off, and bridges were blown up.

In most areas, there is not a single pole left for more than [-] kilometers.

It can be said that the bunkers, gun towers, and strongholds built by the entire First Army in the first half of the year were basically for nothing, and they returned to pre-liberation overnight.

All this was caused by a group of farmers. What kind of army is this?
Yoshio Shinozuka racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

Three years ago, the Eighth Route Army was just an army of tens of thousands of beggars.

Why did it grow to several 100,000 people in just three years during such a strict blockade and raid by the Japanese army?
Why does the eight roads have such a huge destructive power?
Even the airport outside Taiyuan City was destroyed by eight routes...

Shinozuka Yoshio's brows were almost twisted into a "Chuan".

After sweeping away the outer traffic lines, will the next plan of the Eighth Road be to attack Taiyuan?

The old devil finally got a little scared.

At this moment, Kazuki Yamamoto's face was gloomy, he was fully armed, and he walked into the combat hall in a little embarrassment.

Walking up to Yoshio Shinozuka, he put his feet together and made a crisp sound: "The secret service team failed to eliminate the enemy, please punish the general!"

"Yamamoto-kun, are you alright?"

Contrary to Kazuki Yamamoto's expectations, Shinozuka Yoshio did not blame him, but asked with concern.

"I'm fine, thank you General for your concern!"

Kazuki Yamamoto's eyes flashed with gratitude, and he paused.

Shinozuka Yoshio nodded, and then asked: "What happened?"

Kazuki Yamamoto said: "Li Yunlong is responsible for the shelling of the airport by the Eighth Route Army tonight!"

"Li Yunlong?" Shinozuka Yoshio said in shock, "Yamamoto-kun, are you sure?"

"I'm sure!" Kazuki Yamamoto said, "Just now my special agent team fought against Li Yunlong's special forces, and within 5 minutes, two combat teams were smashed."

"Baga!" Shinozuka Yoshio said angrily, "It's Li Yunlong again!?"

……

In Wangjiayu Village, Wuxiang County.

Eighth Route Army Headquarters.

Although it was midnight, the war room at the headquarters was still brightly lit.

A group of staff officers are still busy.

The deputy commander-in-chief, deputy chief of staff and division commander have not rested yet.

They are all staring at the map and waiting for a new batch of news.

Li Yunlong didn't make the head of the headquarters wait any longer, and asked Fang Lei to send a telegram to the brigade headquarters on the way back.

The brigade commander then asked the telegraph operator to send a telegram to the headquarters.

Unless it is a special case, the regiment level will generally not send a telegram to the headquarters.

But under normal circumstances, the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army and the division headquarters are together, but Brigadier Chen can send a telegram directly to the head of the headquarters.

"Report to the chief, the 386 brigade calls urgently!"

After receiving the telegram, the telegraph operator quickly wrote the translation on paper, then stood up and reported. His words shocked the three chiefs.

"Telegram me!"

The boss took the telegram from the telegraph operator, sat back on the stool, and read it in front of the oil lamp.

The chief of staff and Master Liu quickly looked at the boss.

"Ha ha…"

The boss looked happy, and said with a smile: "Li Yunlong led the Lijian Squadron and the Shanpao Battalion to blow up 15 planes, oil depots and arsenals at the Japanese Xincheng Airport and retreated. They are currently on their way back to Shouyang County."

The chief of staff and division commander's worried expressions relaxed, and a smile appeared on their faces.

"Li Yunlong has a lot of ideas for fighting ghosts." The chief of staff laughed, "The task of bombarding the devil's airport was really done by him."

"It's not just the bombardment of Taiyuan Airport." Master Liu smiled, "And he took down Yangquan with a single regiment, and the Xinyi regiment in Shouyang County was also the main force. Before starting the raid, I never dreamed of it. It’s really impressive that the kid can achieve such a big result.”

"Looks like I'm going to reward this kid again this time." The boss said excitedly.

During the Battle of Xinkou, the Japanese army set up a flying team of more than [-] aircraft at Yangmingbao Airport, which caused great casualties to the Chinese army.

Thousands of Chinese soldiers died every day under the Devil's aerial bombs.

Later, after Yangmingbao Airport was taken away by the 129th Regiment of the 769th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the pressure on the frontal battlefield was greatly reduced.

Therefore, it is of great significance that Li Yunlong led his troops to blow up the airport of the Japanese First Army this time.

Because this battle has just begun, the boss's strategic goal is far more than Zhengtai Railway.

The entire North China will be turned upside down.

The chief of staff said to the boss: "In just four days, our troops launched operations almost simultaneously over a vast area."

"Those who fight for strongholds fight for strongholds, those who scrape railroad tracks, and those who fight for aid, half of North China has been smashed into a pot of porridge."

"Although the results of some participating troops are still being further counted and verified, the strategic goal of attacking the Zhengtai Railway in the first phase has basically been completed. Due to the outstanding performance of the new regiment, the results have even far exceeded expectations,"

The boss nodded when he heard the words, looked at the criss-crossed map, and asked, "How many troops are there in total?"

The chief of staff thought for a while and said, "There are 105 regiments in total."

The boss is domineering and sharp-eyed, and his tone is firm: "I don't care how many regiments there are, I will call him Hundred Regiments War!"

(End of this chapter)