Rise from the sword

Chapter 440 The Disappearing Train!
"withdraw."

After Li Yunlong retreated a long distance with the transport team, Zhang Dabiao was ready to retreat.

First, a round of ferocious firepower repulsed the devil's fifth wave of attack, and then planted some simple landmines converted from large German-made tumors on the position, and Zhang Dabiao took the first battalion and the second artillery company and left.

When the devils in Yu County gritted their teeth and prepared to launch the sixth wave of attack, they realized that the Eighth Route Army, which was more ferocious than the Type A Division, had already retreated.

"Commander, the Eighth Route Army has retreated."

The squadron leader in charge of the attack wept with joy.

He had never fought such a difficult battle in his life.

The men under him were all new recruits, and it took a lot of effort to command. The eight-way group on the opposite side was ridiculously powerful. Not only were the artillery fire fierce, but the machine guns were also fierce and scary. They were also equipped with a heavy machine gun that could directly smash people into pieces.

His squadron only participated in two attacks, and already suffered nearly half of the casualties.

After sending people to search around, it was confirmed that the Eighth Route Army that had repelled their five attacks before had indeed retreated, and they hurriedly reported to the captain.

"Retreat?"

Unexpectedly, after the captain received the news, instead of being happy, his complexion changed drastically on the spot.

The higher the position, the wider the horizon.

He knew that the Independence Group was here to steal the rails, or it would be more appropriate to say that they would steal the rails.

Although he launched five attacks and even a group charge, the total battle time was not long, and every time he was repelled by the opponent's powerful firepower, the casualties of the opposing Eighth Route Army who were in charge of blocking the attack were absolutely very low.

Retreat at this time, that means...

"Quickly, send scouting cavalry to take a look at the railway track in Xixiang."

The captain quickly ordered.

More than a dozen devils on horseback rushed forward along the railroad tracks. On the way, an unlucky guy stepped on a landmine and was killed on the spot with his horse and man. The remaining devils soon arrived in Xixiang.

With the light of the weak torches and flashlights, what the cavalry devils saw was a bare railroad track that could not be seen at a glance. There was a pile of ore and a very small amount of coarse grain beside the disappearing railroad track.

The devil cavalry brandished their whips and ran from head to tail, measuring the approximate distance to the disappearing railroad tracks.

five kilometers.

The news was quickly reported to the captain. The captain's face changed drastically again. When he informed Shimagawa of Yu County of the news, he also reported the casualties that had just been counted.

Yu County.

Shimagawa did not get through to the Taiyuan headquarters this time.

This kind of thing is very common, usually there is a problem with the line. Yu County is far away from Taiyuan, which is normal. While sending people to check the phone line, Shimagawa is going to send it by telegram.

But at this time, the telegram from the front line also came.

"Boss, urgent call from the front line."

"Read!"

Hearing the urgent call, but the front line, Shimagawa realized that this was not good news.

"The Eighth Route Army that attacked the railway has retreated."

At the first sentence of the staff officer, Shimagawa looked at his watch, and his complexion improved slightly.

The time is not long, so the loss will not be too great.

Although the independent group showed a strong ability to cut rails last time, this time there are more people than last time, but now it is night, the efficiency of cutting rails will be several times slower than during the day, and there are protective trenches several meters wide.

"A preliminary investigation by the reconnaissance cavalry revealed that the Eighth Route Army stole about five to six kilometers of railroad tracks, and the sleepers were basically undamaged."

"More than five kilometers of railroad tracks have been stolen?"

Shimagawa's face, which had just recovered, changed back.

More than five kilometers, more than three times that of last time, this night, how did the Tuba Road steal such a long track in such a short time.Even his engineering team can't do it in a day!

"How about the loss of personnel?"

Shimagawa sighed and asked directly.

He also looked away.

Five kilometers is five kilometers, the loss is serious, it will take a long time to repair, and there is a serious shortage of spare rails, but things have happened, and anger is useless.

Moreover.

Compared with the [-] Route Army, this is just a trivial matter.

If there is no effective way to deal with the more than 1 Eighth Route Army, which is comparable to the elite divisions of the empire, I am afraid that the railroad tracks have just been repaired today, and Li Yunlong will come again tomorrow.

"Preliminary statistics show that there were 630 casualties, 320 Yu, and two mountain cannons were damaged."

Shimagawa frowned at the staff officer's answer.

The person in charge of the command is a senior team leader under him. He used to work in the permanent division and was transferred to him after being injured. This team leader had carefully studied Li Yunlong's combat methods before and made targeted arrangements. and training.

Even so, in such a short period of time, the three brigades with a total of 2000 reinforcements suffered a quarter of the casualties, the number of jade broken was as high as two squadrons, and even the mountain artillery was destroyed.

"correct."

Shimagawa suddenly thought of the stopped train:
"How is the condition of the train? Send a technician to take a look and take back all the parts that can be recycled."

"train···"

The staff officer looked at the telegram in his hand, paused for a moment, and then continued:
"No train was found around the railway, only traces of the fallen ground, explosion marks, and some carriage boards, ore, and a very small amount of grain. It is speculated that the train was dismantled and stolen by the Eighth Route Army."

"Nani?"

Shimagawa was stunned, a little unbelievable:

"Didn't see the train?"

"It was dismantled and stolen by the Eighth Route Army?"

How much does a train weigh?

The locomotive that was stopped this time was an imperial standard locomotive with a total weight of more than 150 tons. Excluding coal and water, the dry weight of steel alone was 110 tons. Ten carriages, plus the tail carriage, add up to 210 tons.A train totals [-] seven tons of steel.

And the train is not like the rails, it is very difficult to disassemble, the parts are complicated, the connection is tight, there are riveting and welding, and professional disassembly tools are required, so it was disassembled and taken away in such a short time?
Even with bombs, it can't be so fast.

"Hi, I have confirmed with the frontline troops."

The staff officer bowed his head and handed the telegram to Shimagawa.

Shimagawa froze on the spot.

In less than four hours, while more than five kilometers of railroad tracks were removed, a train was also removed...

At this moment, Jingle Bell...

Shimagawa, who has not yet recovered from the powerful dismantling ability of the independent group, picked up the phone, and the voice of Yoshimoto with a hoarse and weak taste came:

"Hi, General Gibbon."

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The day.

Zhangjiakou.

Garrison Command.

At this moment, the headquarters was still brightly lit, and a group of senior military officers were drinking and singing, discussing the bright prospects and far-reaching future of the country of Great Japan.

It didn't stop until eleven o'clock that night. Several senior military officers walked out of the headquarters surrounded by a group of adjutant officers, got into a car, and drove towards a high-end residence on the side of the headquarters.

"There is Honzhuang Shigeru, he got into the second car."

"The other two lieutenant generals are also here."

Not far away, Wang Gensheng, who was hiding in the shadows, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the observer's report.

When Benzhuang Fan's convoy arrived in Zhangjiakou, Wang Gensheng didn't do anything, because at that time he could only kill the old devil alone, and the other two big fish would be alert, so he had no chance.

In order to catch more big fish, Wang Gensheng chose to wait.

Wait for this group of people to complete the farewell banquet after the handover of the commander.

From the information given by Boss Chen, he knew that the Devil Commander in Zhangjiakou usually lived in a high-end Japanese-style building outside the headquarters, and the headquarters was nearly two miles away from this high-end Japanese-style building.

"They headed for that fucking Japanese-style villa."

Investigators continued reporting.

"Do it."

Wang Gensheng gave the order softly:
"Priority is to ensure that Honjo Shige is killed."

A few minutes later, in an open area, in the middle of the devil convoy, a violent explosion suddenly rose, and the violent explosion shock wave even spread hundreds of meters away.

The center of the explosion was the second car of the Devils convoy, which was the vehicle in which Zhuang Fan was riding.

　This chapter is short,
　　Slow down, take a moment to sort out the follow-up plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)