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Chapter 331 Chapter 330, Beautiful Ambush

As time went on, the Japanese became more and more anxious as they saw that they had bypassed the east side of Ma'anshan and arrived at the road heading southwest. Because they received news that the Eighth Route Army had mobilized several regiments to besiege Shexian County, they, as the first batch of reinforcements, needed to reach Shexian County as quickly as possible, increase the number of troops, and also send several trucks of ammunition and supplies.

"Hurry up, faster, it's only 10 miles ahead! We must not let this county town slip away from our control!" Captain Kobayashi was very familiar with the road and shouted loudly.

"Hurry up, faster, we must not let the directional blasting minefield we worked so hard to set up go in vain!" Zhao Liang, the secretary of the special forces regiment, muttered to himself as he watched the team rumbling over in the distance.

As the person who had mastered the skills of setting up directional blasting devices in the regiment, no one present was more nervous than Zhao Liang! He was worried about what would happen if there was a problem with the line he had set up and the explosion did not go off. He was also worried that if the Japanese discovered the ambushed comrades in advance and did not enter the minefield, then his work would be in vain.

"Ancestors, Laozi, Lord Haotian, Buddha Tathagata... no matter who it is, please protect the Japanese from entering the minefield and then make them explode!" Zhao Liang prayed silently in his heart and looked in the direction where the Japanese were coming from from time to time. Sweat beads appeared on his nervous forehead.

It was winter, and even though it was past 1pm and the sun was very hot, it wasn't enough to make him sweat! Yes, he was nervous...

It seemed that the Japanese really didn't notice his arrangement, didn't realize that there were more than 1000 pairs of eyes watching them; or maybe his secret prayers worked, and some gods and Buddhas suppressed Aunt Amaterasu. The Japanese truck passed the rear explosion point, and then drove slowly towards the front explosion point.

Behind and on both sides of the Japanese trucks, the Japanese soldiers walked with heavy steps, raising dust, and the puppet soldiers walked with weak steps and gasped for breath... In short, they all entered the explosion area.

At this time, Zhao Liang turned his head and saw his third battalion commander nodding and smiling at him, and giving him a thumbs up.

After receiving the signal from the third battalion commander, Zhao Liang seemed to gain courage, and his slightly trembling hands stabilized. He propped himself up, pressed the top of a hand-cranked telephone with his left hand, and shook it vigorously with his right hand. As he shook, an electric current was generated, which flowed along the wires to the detonators at various explosion points.

Boom, boom, boom... The explosions that sounded almost simultaneously resounded through the mountains on both sides of the valley, and echoed around. Along with the explosions, countless steel balls, gravel, and iron sand flew out from one side of the road, hitting the Japanese puppet soldiers several meters or even dozens of meters away.

"Fire!" The sound of explosions was still roaring in their ears when the soldiers heard the shouts from their company commander. What are they waiting for? Those who were close to them quickly pulled the trigger on the grenades they had been holding for a long time and threw them out. Those who were far away raised their rifles and machine guns and aimed and fired at the enemy troops.

Even more powerful were the small teams that came with shotguns. They pushed the shotguns to the front of the position and fired at the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain, then gave them a wave of iron sand.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire and explosions rang out on the battlefield, resounding on the hillside like a violent storm. However, such noises only lasted for a few seconds before being suppressed by the loud sound of the charge.

"Kill! Comrades, follow me and kill..." The charge sounded, the soldiers' blood boiled, and they rushed down the hillside with weapons in their hands and charged into the Japanese troops.

Of course, they killed people once they entered the place, but whether they could find Japanese soldiers to kill depended on luck! Why? There were only about 200 Japanese soldiers in total, and of them were killed by the directional blast. The rest were then hit by a volley of gunfire and grenade bombing. How many of them could survive?

Therefore, the charge horn would sound after a few seconds of fighting to urge everyone to charge! If it was a little later, there would probably be no living devils and puppet soldiers at the foot of the mountain... Puff, puff... snap, sizzle... After a sound of blades coming into close contact with flesh and blood, iron and bones colliding with each other, and blood breaking free from its restraints and flying, the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Tick-tick-tick... The watch on the wrist of a comrade in charge of commanding this battle was still ticking. If he remembered correctly, from the time the directional mine exploded to now, only... 4 and a half minutes had passed? Did he have to take into account the time it took the soldiers to rush down the mountain?

"Is it over, now?" Someone on the hillside patted his comrade beside him and asked in a low voice.

"Maybe, it's over? We've fought many ambushes before, but it feels like today's battle was a little too fast..." The comrade's tone was doubtful, but there were only gray uniforms, red bloodstains and flags left on the battlefield below the mountain. Of course, there were also the irrepressible smiles on the blood-stained faces of the comrades.

"Ha, ha ha... quickly clean up the battlefield, continue to consolidate the positions, and see if the Japs have any follow-up troops!" Finally, someone issued the most appropriate order.

"Yes, Captain! Comrades, clean up the battlefield quickly. There may be good stuff on those trucks. Let's open them and take a look!" On the mountain, a man with a loud voice began to shout.

At the foot of the mountain, hearing the shouting from the mountain, a soldier immediately walked to the front of the truck, lifted the canvas covering the carriage, revealing rows of wooden boxes.

"Open it and see what good stuff it is." Someone kicked the blown-up tire and said to the soldier.

"No need to look at it. We have seized boxes like this before. They are filled with bullets, Type 2000 rifle bullets. There must be rounds in this box. It's very heavy!" said an experienced soldier.

"Wow, this car must be worth tens of thousands of dollars! We are rich, we are rich! What's in the car at the back?"

"Platoon leader, there's pork, rice, and lard in the car behind..."

"Haha, comrades, hurry up and pack up and send them to the county town. We fought brilliantly this time!"

A beautiful ambush was completed, and the remaining thing was to send the spoils back and then divide them up. Of course, in the excitement, everyone did not forget to continue climbing the mountain, perhaps the next wave of devils was coming, and they must not take it lightly.

The victory of the battle here was also transmitted to the brigade headquarters in the form of radio waves. The brigade commander slammed the table happily and said, "It's stable! Wu'an is stable, and Handan-Changdadao is stable!"

(End of this chapter)