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Chapter 153 Chapter 152 I have never seen such arrogant Eighth Route Army!
The arrogant and confident Japanese sentry didn't believe that one of their squads would be wiped out in such a short time. Therefore, the Japanese didn't even know that one of their food-grabbing squads had been wiped out.

And this is why the devils didn't come out to check! It was also for this reason that Li Yuexuan proposed a plan, and then the captain and his team perfected it and began to implement it...

Creak... snap... Xiluolu... With the sound of wheels rolling on the ground, a horse-drawn carriage slowly ran out from the valley of Woniu Mountain in the east and appeared in the eyes of the Japanese sentries.

"Watanabe-kun, a horse-drawn carriage is coming! Should we fire a warning shot?" the Japanese soldier Harada asked his comrades around him.

"Harada-kun, you are too nervous! Take a look through the telescope, that is the carriage we sent out! Look at the clothes the driver is wearing, it is the sheepskin coat worn by the Imperial Army. As a veteran, a veteran who has fought in the battlefield and killed the enemy, I have the obligation to teach new recruits like you to stay calm, to keep your composure, and never panic when encountering things..."

As Watanabe Murakamichiro was talking, the carriage approached from afar, and the two Japanese soldiers became more relaxed. Because at this time, a plaster flag was erected on the carriage, which clearly showed that they were one of their own!

The carriage with the plaster flag was moving slowly, but the two drivers were talking in low voices.

"Sergeant, I'm a little nervous! My legs are shaking..." Mao Lu Zhang's vocal cords were tight, his throat was dry, his teeth were chattering, and he spoke tremblingly.

"What's the big deal? You've got a scar the size of a bowl on your head, what are you afraid of? After completing this mission, I'll go find the captain and ask for a bowl of wine for you! If you really die, I'll keep you company, what are you afraid of? Were the previous battles fought in vain?" Bai Dabao said calmly, not caring at all that they were getting closer and closer to the Japanese stronghold.

"I'm not scared, I'm just nervous! When I'm nervous, I can't keep my hands steady and can't shoot accurately!" said Zhang the Donkey.

"You just lack exercise! Fight more battles and see more dead bodies! Look at the Japs in our truck bed. Lift up the straw curtain and take a look. Is everything okay?" Bai Dabao pointed to the truck bed behind him.

"Yeah... much better..." Donkey Zhang looked at the Japanese a few more times and miraculously felt much better.

"Hmm..." At this time, Bai Dabao raised his finger, looked in the direction of the stronghold, judged the distance, and then said: "Stop the car and turn around!"

"Okay..." Maolu Zhang waved the whip, turned the carriage around and stopped it on the side of the road. However, this scene made the two Japanese sentinels on the artillery tower look confused. What was he doing?
"Mr. Nakamura, do you want to come over and take a look? The carriage turned around and stopped. Is there something wrong?" Harada Zhiqing asked another Japanese sentry who had not spoken or even turned around.

"Watch your positions!" Nao Nakamura said calmly without even turning his head.

At this time, Bai Dabao and Zhang the Donkey, who had parked the carriage, lifted the straw curtain covering the carriage bed and threw the corpses of the Japanese soldiers down one by one.

That’s right, it was the corpse of a Japanese soldier, randomly selected from the ambush battlefield just now. The Japanese soldier, who had already been stripped clean, was deliberately dressed again, for fear that the Japanese soldier would not recognize him!
"Watanabe-kun, look, those two Imperial Army soldiers are carrying things downstairs... Damn, those are our people... No, they are the bodies of our people... Those two Imperial Army soldiers actually dumped our bodies on the side of the road..." This scene made the Japanese soldier Harada shout incoherently.

When he shouted, the other two Japanese soldiers also turned their heads to look. Watanabe even raised a telescope to observe: "Baga, those are the bodies of our people! Did the previous battle cause casualties?" Under the gaze of the three Japanese soldiers, Bai Dabao and his men quickly threw the bodies of the six Japanese soldiers off the carriage. After throwing away the Japanese soldiers, Maolu Zhang and Bai Dabao took off their sheepskin coats, revealing their Eighth Route Army uniforms. Maolu Zhang also pulled off the plaster flag and threw it on the Japanese soldiers' bodies. Then, he loosened his pants and urinated on the plaster flag...

"Bagaya Road..." The three Japanese soldiers on the turret were angry. They actually urinated on the plaster flag. This was a provocation! Especially the two so-called imperial army, the uniforms they showed at this time were obviously the style of the Eighth Route Army uniforms. This was too arrogant! Of course, this was no longer the point. The point was that they had to react!

So the three sentries raised their rifles, turned on the safety, pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, and aimed.

Bang... Bai Dabao was the first to fire. He stood still, raised his gun, and shot from 300 meters away, killing the Japanese soldier Watanabe. Then, he calmly pulled the bolt to load the bullet, fired again, and killed the Japanese soldier Nakamura. After firing, he jumped onto the carriage and lay flat in the carriage, while the carriage was driven by Zhang the Donkey.

"Baga, what's going on?" At this time, the Japanese soldiers who were resting in the artillery tower were finally alarmed by the gunfire, and a Japanese squad leader ran to the roof to inquire.

"Report, this is what happened..." The surviving Japanese soldier Harada reported what had just happened.

"Bagaya Road..." The Japanese squad leader raised his telescope and saw that the carriage was more than 400 meters away from the artillery tower. He was so angry that he slapped Harada twice, then turned around and went downstairs.

"Haha... the show is about to begin. Let's see how many Japanese soldiers come out this time!" At the Niutou position on Woniu Mountain, Li Yuexuan put down the telescope and said, "Grenade launcher team, prepare for battle!"

After saying that, he took the grenade launcher in his hand, put a grenade into the launcher, adjusted the coordinates, and looked in the direction of the stronghold.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers in the stronghold were in a state of panic! Some Japanese soldiers hurriedly ran out of the door of the artillery tower, shouting something loudly. Then a truck was started, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers jumped onto the truck bed with rifles in their arms. Then, the truck chased out and headed towards the valley of Woniu Mountain.

At the same time, seven or eight Japanese soldiers suddenly came out from the roof of the artillery tower. They carried ammunition boxes, placed them on the ground, and then started to fiddle with the Type 92 infantry gun.

"Ha, I've been waiting for you to come out! Grenade launcher group, fire!" Seeing the Japanese artillery coming out, Li Yuexuan smiled and decisively pulled the trigger while giving the order.

Boom... A grenade was fired, and Li Yuexuan didn't even look at where it landed. He quickly put a new grenade in the launch tube, quickly adjusted his posture, and fired again.

Beside him, Bai Dashan and Huang Haihun followed suit and pulled the trigger to launch grenades. For a moment, the bull-head-shaped hilltop became a small grenade launcher launcher position.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers who were adjusting their infantry guns suddenly heard the most familiar sound of grenade launchers flying from far away. They were a little puzzled and confused. Where did these poor Eighth Route Army soldiers get grenade launchers? Moreover, they dared to fire beyond the effective range?

(End of this chapter)