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Chapter 700 Ambush! Ambush

Looking at the Nantianmen standing on the bank of the Nujiang River, Wang Zhong thought deeply and said, "Takeuchi Lianshan went to such great lengths to capture so many people. It is definitely not just for the purpose of massacre. There must be a bigger plot."

"Based on my observations over the past few days, I estimate that the old devil Takeuchi Lianshan wants to use these civilians as free labor to dig fortifications for them."

"Excavation work?"

Everyone was a little confused. During the confrontation with the Japanese, the Japanese had always had the advantage, and they could only passively defend. In everyone's cognition, they had always been the ones digging fortifications, building positions, and then waiting for the Japanese to attack.

But I have never seen the Japanese digging large-scale fortifications and preparing for defense.

But this cannot be blamed on them. After all, from the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War to the present, they have been defeated from north to south, all the way to Zenda.

Fight and lose all the way, and escape all the way after being defeated.

"That's good!" Milong suddenly said, "Doesn't this mean that the Japanese know they can't beat us, so they've given up the attack and are preparing to go on the defensive?"

Milong’s words instantly made everyone’s eyes light up.

"Milong is right. The Japanese are different now than they were before. How big is this island country? The whole country combined is not as big as one of our provinces. How many people can they have in such a small place?
This war has been going on for more than five years. No matter how strong the Japanese's economic strength is, it cannot change the fact that they are a small country with a small population.

Even if the three of us were to replace one of them, they would never be able to replace us."

"The captain is right. The Japanese are now just like grasshoppers in autumn!"

Everyone was extremely convinced of Wang Zhong, and no one doubted what he said.

"The military strategy says that food and fodder must be sent before the army moves. The entire regiment of the Japanese army is stationed at Nantianmen. They have to consume a lot of food every day just for eating. Now they have captured so many civilians. As long as they still rely on these civilians to work for them, they will not stop feeding them."

"If we cut off their food supply and seize their logistical supplies, the old devil Takeuchi Lianshan's wishful thinking will fail."

"Pass on my order. The whole army should rest and prepare lunch. In two hours, we will set out to destroy the Japs' retreat."

Everyone obviously agreed with Wang Zhong's decision. They immediately started cooking and rested on the spot.

Half an hour later, everyone was eating delicious wild vegetables and canned white rice.

Two hours later, the commando team, ready to go, set out again at Wang Zhong's command.

Two days later, on a low slope beside a road leading to Nantianmen, more than 30 commandos, holding the necks of pheasants they had just snatched from a group of Japanese soldiers ambushing in the mountains and forests, aimed their guns at the road below the slope. Heavy machine gunner Cui Yong wrapped vines and branches around his body and gun, camouflaging himself tightly with only the muzzle of the gun exposed.

As for that unfortunate Japanese squad, they had already been killed one by one by Wang Zhong and the members of the assault team who had sneaked up behind them, without even firing a single shot.

The weapons, equipment and dry food they carried with them also became the spoils of war for Wang Zhong and others.

Not far away, there was a somewhat indignant Milong, who was holding his Czech-style gun and mumbling something, and next to him was his secondary shooter Doubing.

A few meters down, there were two rows of soldiers lying behind a makeshift fortification. They were dressed like ordinary people, also using green grass and branches to cover their bodies, holding long rifles, and each of them had two bullet belts hanging from their bodies.

Bula led the members of the first team and ambushed in the forest on the other side of the road. However, the terrain was low, so they all hid carefully among the bushes and fallen leaves.

As time passed, the sun gradually rose higher, and the temperature around them continued to rise. Sweat had already soaked everyone's clothes.

I don't know how long I waited. As the sun began to set, the sunlight slanted down and fell into the woods. The reflections of the trees on both sides of the road reappeared on the road. The sounds of three birds and two monkey hooves finally reached everyone's ears.

"coming!"

On both sides of the road, two groups of people simultaneously perked up, wiped the sweat from their palms and foreheads, pointed their guns at the road, pulled the bolts, and loaded bullets.

Not long after, a nimble figure, like a monkey, quickly moved among the lush trees in the forest, grabbing branches about as thick as his arms with both hands. His body swayed, and he let go. With the previous sway, he swung five or six meters away, grabbed the branch of a big tree again, swung another seven or eight meters, somersaulted to the ground, rolled, then immediately stood up and ran forward.

While running forward, he did not forget to make the sounds of birds and monkeys' hooves. Three bird calls and two monkey's hooves. This was the signal that the commandos had agreed upon long ago.

Not long after, the roar of a car engine reached everyone's ears, and everyone immediately tensed up and looked towards the road nervously.

A few minutes later, accompanied by several horn sounds, the front of a military green truck appeared in everyone's sight, followed by the body of the truck covered with tarpaulin, and then the second, third, and fourth trucks, with Japanese officers riding three-wheeled motorcycles and Japanese soldiers riding bicycles and carrying long rifles following behind the motorcycles.

Bu La twisted the rope in his palm again, held it tightly, and stared at the truck that was getting closer and closer.

Mi Long and Cui Yong on the opposite side had already pointed their guns at the Japanese soldiers behind the truck.

As the first truck passed by, followed by the second, until the third truck's cab drove to the designated position, Bu La pulled the rope in his hand without hesitation.

The mines that had been buried on the road were detonated instantly.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

In an instant, the two trucks in the middle were engulfed in flames from the explosion. The front of the third truck, which was hit first, was lifted up by the powerful impact and almost flipped to the side. The two Japanese soldiers in the cab were killed on the spot by the impact of the explosion.

"Shoot!" As soon as the explosion sounded, Cui Yong shouted and immediately pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun aimed at the Japanese behind the truck.

“Da da da da da~~~~~~”

In an instant, a burning flame formed from the muzzle of the gun, and countless bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers behind the truck.

Milong was not to be outdone. He fired bursts of fire from a light machine gun on the other side, and together with the soldiers underground, he formed a fire suppression force that was only slightly inferior to that of the heavy machine gun.

The sound of gunfire that accompanied the explosion caused countless Japanese soldiers who had not yet reacted to fall down like wheat being cut.

"idiot!"

"Lie down!"

"Lie down!"

The Japanese squadron leader on the three-wheeled motorcycle had just issued two orders when a bullet accurately pierced his forehead and shot into his brain. His brain nerves were instantly turned into a mess by the bullet, and his body fell down powerlessly.

However, the excellent quality of the Japanese soldiers did not cause them to completely collapse because of the sudden ambush. The remaining Japanese soldiers immediately hid on the side of the car and under the slope, using all available cover to counterattack the enemy troops ambushing on the hillside.

The two trucks in front that had luckily escaped the disaster did not stop at all, and even sped up and headed towards Nantianmen.

But what they didn't know was that in the woods beside them, a figure moving faster than them had already reached their side and fired two shots at the car tires.

The tires were suddenly hit, and the air pressure inside the tires dropped sharply. The two trucks also lost balance and control instantly. The dirt road was originally bumpy. When the first truck drove over a deep pit, as the tires dropped and rose, the body of the truck also jumped up, and one side was lifted high and overturned on the road.

The second car was lucky, but as the first car overturned, it completely blocked the road. The second car had no time to brake and crashed into it directly.

Before the driver in the car could escape, several more gunshots rang out, and the bullets accurately harvested the lives of the Japanese soldiers who had not yet completely died. On the battlefield behind, as all the Japanese soldiers found cover, they confronted the people on the hillside.

Bula threw away the rope in his hand and picked up the Thompson submachine gun hanging on his shoulder. He pointed the muzzle at the Japanese behind the truck. With a loud shout of "Shoot!", Bula fired the first shot.

A team of soldiers held up their Thompson submachine guns and pulled the triggers at the Japanese soldiers who had their backs completely exposed to their guns.

In an instant, countless Japanese soldiers fell down and turned into corpses.

"Grenade!"

After emptying a magazine, Bu La did not change the bullets first, but pulled out a grenade hanging on his waist, pulled out the pin, and threw it at the Japanese on the road.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The sounds of grenade explosions were also continuous. Under the simultaneous firepower coverage from both sides, although the number of Japanese soldiers was far greater than that of the commandos, they could only die in the northwest under the powerful firepower of the commandos.

In less than five minutes, the battle was over.

"quick!"

"Clean the battlefield."

"Just take the ammunition, grenades and canned food, nothing else."

"Not spicy! I want it to be spicy!"

"You two go and blow up all the cars! Don't leave even a hair behind for the Japanese."

"Yes!"

Another five minutes later, accompanied by a series of explosions, the commandos, fully loaded, quickly evacuated the battlefield.

The only problem is that they are running out of bullets in their Thompson submachine guns.

For several days in a row, thanks to Wang Zhong's powerful reconnaissance ability, the Japanese army once again lost a batch of supplies sent to Nantianmen and lost two teams of troops.

"Bagaya road!"

At the Nantian Gate, in the command center, Takeuchi Lianshan was furious: "Are you all useless? In just three days, your supplies have been robbed twice!"

"Hey!"

"I'll give you three days to find and destroy the enemy that destroyed our supply line. You must not let it affect my plan."

"Hey!"

A middle-aged officer bowed his head respectfully in front of Lord Lianshan and accepted the reprimand.

"and many more!"

Just as the middle-aged officer was about to leave, Takeuchi Lianshan called him again, "Take my escort team with you!"

"General!" The officer looked up in surprise and couldn't help but look at Takeuchi Renzan.

"This is an order!" Takeuchi Renzan shouted sternly.

"Hey!"

The assistant officer immediately bowed his head and accepted the order.

"I hope it's not what I think!" Takeuchi Renzan narrowed his eyes, his thoughts going back to more than a year ago, when the squadron that roamed between Nantianmen and the airport, launched sneak attacks on them several times, and even almost wiped out Tachibana Kio at Nantianmen.

Looking at the information reported by his subordinates and the familiar combat style, Takeuchi Renzan's eyes narrowed, with an extremely sharp murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

If it really is that team, then it won't be easy to clear them out this time.

"General!" Just as Takeuchi Renzan was thinking, the quartermaster was also caught.

"How long will the food we have now last?"

"Your Excellency the General, if it were just us, we would still have enough food to last for more than half a month!"

"What if we add those Chinese laborers?"

"A week at most!" the quartermaster replied after calculating.

Takeuchi Renzan understood that the most he could do was to prevent these coolies from starving to death, but Takeuchi Renzan was counting on them to dig through the Nantianmen Gate for him. If these coolies couldn't even get enough food, how would they have the energy to work?

Takeuchi's eyes flickered as he said word by word, "Call the airport and ask them to send planes to deliver food and fodder to the position by airdrop."

"General, if we transport it by plane, the cost will be quite high!"

What the planes burn is not water, but fuel. Moreover, using planes to airdrop food is a helpless move when there is no other way.

"This is an order!" But Takeuchi Lianshan was extremely domineering.

"Hey!" The quartermaster did not dare to disobey the order and could only obey.

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On the other hand, Wang Zhong and others naturally didn’t know what had happened on Nantianmen. Now, they were heading towards the nearest Japanese warehouse along the route they had learned from the prisoners.

Since occupying Burma, the Japanese army's dry food is no longer solely dependent on transportation from Japan. Myanmar's rice, which is harvested three times a year, can meet most of their needs.

In order to collect all the rice, the Japanese army naturally had to build warehouses in various places, collect the rice from the local people in Myanmar, collect it in these warehouses, and then send it to Nantianmen.

Only canned food produced in their own country, as well as large amounts of weapons, equipment and ammunition were shipped from Japan to Myanmar.

Dozens of meters away from the road, in a forest, the members of the commando team were sitting scattered under trees, some drinking water, some eating. What they were eating was nothing but canned beef seized from the Japanese army.

"Why doesn't this taste like beef?" As a veteran black market boss, Milong noticed something was wrong after just one bite. "Why does it taste so much like grains?"

Milong picked out a piece of "beef" with a knife and placed it in his palm to observe it carefully.

"This isn't beef!" Wang Zhong said from a distance, "Although the packaging of this can is still the same as the old beef can, the contents have long been replaced by vegetarian meat made from cow blood, grains and a small amount of beef."