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Chapter 203 Chapter 202, The Japs Brought by Lao Li

While the guerrillas were doing nothing and making things out of waste, the main forces of the Eighth Route Army were not idle. For example, our New 1st Regiment, under the order of the brigade headquarters, went all the way north from Liangjia Village and strolled to the vicinity of the Zhengtai Line.

"Captain, we've been waiting for several days. When will we start to attack the railway line?" In a valley, Zhang Dabiao asked his own commander a question.

"Have you scouted the enemy situation along the way?" Li Yunlong asked casually.

"After reconnaissance, we found that there are 200 Japanese and puppet troops in the Shuicun stronghold in the west, most of them are puppet troops. There are more Japanese in the Dongqiao stronghold in the east, totaling to a squadron, but there are only more than 50 puppet troops. The rest are the garrisons of some small railway protection teams, basically three Japanese and a platoon of puppet troops guarding the railway line." Zhang Dabiao spoke without hesitation.

"Well, we are not worried about attacking the Japanese strongholds, and we are also good at attacking the Japanese railway protection teams, but how do we dismantle the Japanese railroad tracks and take them away?" Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Dabiao.

"Commander, my suggestion is that we should first find a place to dig a hole, dig out the railroad tracks, send them here, and bury them so that the Japanese won't find them! We can dig them out after we finish the anti-mopping-up campaign!" Zhang Dabiao had already thought of a countermeasure and he spoke out immediately.

"Okay, let's do as you say! And... remember, we'll kill all the Japanese while robbing grass and hunting rabbits, and don't let any of the Japanese go!" After Li Yunlong gave the order, he led his men into action.

That night, the New 1st Regiment, which had already mastered the movements of the Japanese trains, quietly cut down the barbed wire on one side of the railway line. It was not much, just cutting off kilometer of barbed wire, and then tying up the barbed wire and letting the young and strong people who were mobilized to take it away.

Then, a company of soldiers stood guard on one side of the railway, and set up a battalion at each end of the railway to set up an ambush, while the rest of the troops boarded the railway.

After a series of clanging and knocking sounds, the rails were pulled down one by one. Seven or eight soldiers tied the rails with ropes, lifted them up with wooden poles in groups of two, and left the railway line with the rails. Then, they crossed mountains and ridges for more than ten miles and buried them in a pit that had been dug long ago, waiting to be dug out again.

The New 1st Regiment chose a good time. A train had just passed and the railway guards had just left. There were at least two hours before the next train. This was not as busy as the later railway lines. After the Japanese took control of the Zhengtai Line, apart from transporting troops and looted supplies, it was not very busy.

Soon, this 1-kilometer section of the railway line was dug into a dead end with only the sleepers left. The soldiers responsible for digging the railway stopped their work and hurried back to their respective designated positions.

Woo, woo, woo... The train whistle interrupted the tranquility of the night. Some birds had long been accustomed to such noise, but they still chirped a few times.

However, unlike in the past when the train sped past and the sound gradually faded away, the noise today was extremely loud, causing the birds to scatter even though they could not see due to the darkness.

Creak... The sound of metal friction is sharp and piercing. In the dark night, the sparks produced by the friction between the train wheels and the rails are particularly bright.

"Ah...brakes, brakes...ah...I'm going to fuck your ancestors..." On the train, the driver Lao Liang let out a desperate wail, because he found with the help of the train's lights that the tracks in front of him had been dug up. Emergency braking would not allow the train to stop before the track was broken, so he could only shout.

The train was getting slower and slower, but it was about to reach a broken track, and there was a small curve ahead, so it was certain to derail, and it might even overturn. At this moment, the driver, Lao Liang, saw that the Japanese guarding the train had fallen down due to the emergency brake. Suddenly, Lao Liang remembered the scene of playing by the railway when he was a child, and immediately released the brakes, and jumped out of the open cab without caring about anything else.

Whoosh... With the sound of wind in his ears, Lao Liang landed on the gravel ground beside the railway. Without caring about anything else, Lao Liang quickly ran away... Crash... Bang... Just when Lao Liang ran more than ten meters away, a huge noise came from behind him, and there was a gust of wind blowing from behind.

Lao Liang didn't care about anything else and continued to run forward. Even if he fell, he would crawl forward with both hands and feet...

"Stop, surrender your guns and you won't be killed!" A familiar local accent came to his ears. Lao Liang suppressed his fear, raised his head, and saw the figure of the soldier in the moonlight.

"Hero, official, boss, senior, hero, comrade..." Lao Liang muttered out all the words he knew, and suddenly he felt someone holding down his shoulder.

"Tell me, what is on the train?" Zhang Dabiao's voice sounded in Lao Liang's ears.

“Pulling, pulling rice... pulling bullets... pulling... pulling... explosives... run... it’s going to explode…” As Lao Liang spoke, he broke free from Zhang Dabiao’s control and continued to crawl forward.

"Hide on the spot!" Zhang Dabiao was also a little worried, and quickly asked everyone to hide on the spot. At the same time, there were also brave people holding guns, looking at the overturned train to see if it really exploded?
Then… when the train was completely motionless, when some Japanese soldiers climbed out of the overturned train, when the Japanese soldiers were already lining up, and there was no explosion…

"Who cares? Shoot for me!" Zhang Dabiao roared, raised his box gun, and fired a volley of bullets.

The Japanese guarding the train was not large to begin with, probably only a squad. When the train overturned, more than half of them were killed, and the remaining Japanese were injured, disabled, and some even lost their guns.

So, after a burst of gunfire, all the Japanese were killed, and Zhang Dabiao asked people to go forward to check.

"Battalion commander, we found it: rice, all refined rice! A lot of ammunition, two whole train cars! We also found explosives, TNT. There are also some work tools on the train!" reported the soldier who checked.

"Damn, I made a fortune... No, damn, I lost a lot!" Zhang Dabiao said with some annoyance.

"Battalion Commander, what should we do? Can you give me some advice?" someone asked anxiously.

"What else can we do? Take the explosives, take the bullets, take the rice... look for gasoline and get ready to set it on fire! You, go to the supply battalion and call people to move things! You, go tell the commander about the things here! This is not just raking grass to catch rabbits? This is raking grass and bringing out a nugget of gold!" Zhang Dabiao was very excited by the things on the train.

"What? So many good things on the train?" Zhang Dabiao was very upset, and so was Li Yunlong. How much supplies were loaded on the train? But how much could his new regiment of more than 2,000 people take away? The key was that they had to fight the devils on both sides...

Also, Lao Li knew that this time the trouble had gotten out of hand, and the Japanese would never tolerate the loss this time! So, Lao Li was going to run away with the Japanese again...

(End of this chapter)