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"They're here!"

The commander of the 2nd Tank Regiment suddenly shouted in a low voice.

On the screen of the infrared night vision device, a bright spot appeared on the eastern horizon.

On the dark green screen of the infrared night vision device, a bright dot of light pierced the inky eastern horizon and was slowly approaching at a steady speed.

The light spots grew larger and clearer, accompanied by increasingly louder clanging sounds, and even the cliff beneath their feet began to tremble slightly.

It's a train!

And it wasn't just one!

A long train of military vehicles, billowing black smoke, was plunging into the deadly Qing Shi Gorge along the winding tracks.

The searchlights on the front of the vehicle, like two giant lightsabers, swept across the dark valley, revealing only bare rocks and withered yellow grass in their wake.

The Japanese never dreamed that on the cliffs hundreds of meters high on both sides, 80 Type 59D main battle tanks had already shed their camouflage, their dark tank gun muzzles all pointed at the valley floor, their breech already loaded with high-explosive shells.

"Attention all units!"

The voice of the 2nd Tank Regiment Commander was clearly transmitted to every tank crew through the radio.

"Let the first train go, only attack the last one!"

"Clang, clang—"

The sound of steel wheels rolling over the seams of the rails echoed through the canyon, causing boulders to fall from the mountainside.

"Ugh—"

The sound of the whistle carried far.

The huge chimney at the front of the car continuously emitted white mist and black smoke, which mixed with the night fog in the valley, making the entire valley floor shrouded in mist, just like the Queen Mother of the West's Peach Banquet.

The first train roared past.

Second column.

The third column.

……

Finally, the last train, billowing black smoke, entered the ambush zone.

"Target: Japanese special train! Free fire! Fire!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In an instant, 80 Type 59D tanks opened fire simultaneously.

The orange-red muzzle flash instantly illuminated the entire valley, like fireworks suddenly bursting in the night.

Eighty high-explosive shells, trailing long plumes of flame, hurtled toward the train at the bottom of the valley.

Using armor-piercing rounds to shoot down such fragile trains is not only a waste, but also an ineffective strike.

A single armor-piercing round will only penetrate directly, with very limited destructive power; high-explosive rounds are much more satisfying.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Deafening explosions rang out one after another.

The first shell hit the locomotive precisely, and the huge explosion instantly turned the locomotive into a fireball.

Steam and thick smoke billowed into the sky as the locomotive derailed and crashed heavily into the cliff beside it.

Then, a second, a third... shells rained down on the train.

One carriage after another was blown apart, the metal sheets twisted and deformed, flying dozens of meters into the air.

The entire Qing Shi Gorge was engulfed in flames.

"Well played!"

"One more shot!"

"Send those Japanese devils back to their hometown!"

Inside the tank, the soldiers shouted excitedly.

"That bastard's finally got what he deserves!"

Gunner Wang Lei aimed quickly, and with each shot, he cursed fiercely, "This shot is for my sister! This shot is for my father! This shot is for all the villagers who were killed by the Japanese devils!"

"revenge!"

The cannon fire lasted for a full five minutes.

The entire train had been blown to pieces.

Twisted rails, burning carriages, and scattered debris covered the entire valley floor.

Thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky, turning half the night sky red.

"Ceasefire!"

The commander of the 2nd Tank Regiment issued an order to cease fire.

The sound of cannon fire gradually subsided.

Only the crackling of the flames and the howling of the mountain wind remained in the valley.

The soldiers poked their heads out of the tanks, looked at the mess at the bottom of the valley, and smiled happily.

"That was awesome! That battle was so satisfying!"

"That was awesome! That was awesome!"

"Haha, those little devils must have been blown to bits!"

"Father, Mother, did you see that? Your son has avenged you!"

"Now, our Second Tank Regiment is truly famous!"

"This special train must have at least ten thousand Japanese soldiers, right?"

"Tens of thousands is nothing! We've blown up the railway ahead. When we catch up with those special trains, we won't let a single one escape!"

……

The soldiers were as excited as children; no, most of these soldiers were children themselves.

They were all eighteen or nineteen years old, the oldest being no more than twenty.

Fighting the Japanese in the past was incredibly frustrating. We'd fight the Japanese Type 38 rifles with Hanyang rifles, and it often took several lives to take down a single Japanese soldier.

Nothing beats this!

A few shots later, half a division was wiped out!

This feeling is like finally letting out a breath you've been holding for years.

The commander of the second tank regiment also crawled out of the tank, looked at the sea of ​​fire at the bottom of the valley, and a smile appeared on his lips.

This battle was brilliantly fought; it was a textbook example of an ambush.

If they can take out the next few trains, the three divisions that Okamura sent to attack Jinan will be completely wiped out.

"Reconnaissance company, go down and inspect the battlefield!"

The commander of the 2nd Tank Regiment spoke into the walkie-talkie and ordered, "Take stock of the spoils and see if there are any survivors."

"clear!"

The reconnaissance company commander immediately led his company down the cliff.

The soldiers, carrying submachine guns, cautiously approached the burning train.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and burning.

Everywhere there were shredded and twisted metal sheets and burning wood.

The ground was riddled with craters, riddled with bomb holes.

The reconnaissance company commander frowned.

Not right.

It's too quiet.

Even if the artillery fire was intense just now, it was impossible to kill an entire trainload of Japanese soldiers.

There will always be a few who survive by sheer luck, and there will always be screams and groans.

But now, there is nothing but the sound of flames burning.

A deathly silence.

Moreover, there was an even more unsettling feeling.

Apart from the smell of gunpowder, he couldn't smell a trace of blood.

Even if it's blown to pieces, it should still smell of blood.

The reconnaissance company commander's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up inside him.

"Be careful, spread out and search!"

He gripped his submachine gun tightly and spoke softly to the soldiers.

The soldiers also sensed something was wrong, and they all cocked their rifles and looked around warily.

The reconnaissance company commander walked to the carriage that was furthest from the bomb.

A large hole was blown open in the side wall of the carriage, revealing the situation inside.

The reconnaissance company commander peeked inside.

Upon seeing this, the hairs on his body instantly stood on end.

no one!

Neither alive nor dead!

The carriage was completely empty.

There wasn't a single person, not even a drop of blood or a single hair.

The carriage contained only piles of stones and straw, and a few dilapidated scarecrows.

"Company commander! There's no one here either!"

"There's none here either! It's all rocks!"

"The third carriage is the same! Empty!"

The soldiers' voices came one after another, each one filled with disbelief and shock.

The reconnaissance company commander turned pale and rushed towards another carriage.

It's still empty.

One more section.

It's still empty.

He checked more than a dozen carriages in one go, and the results were all the same.

Apart from a few train drivers who had been killed by artillery shells in the cab, there wasn't a single Japanese soldier on the entire train.

No weapons, no ammunition, no food.

There was nothing there.

There were only piles of stones and scarecrows used to make up the weight.

The reconnaissance company commander slumped to the ground, nearly dropping the Type 56 assault rifle in his hand.

He looked up at the tanks on the cliffs on both sides, and then at the pile of burning scrap metal in front of him.

A terrible thought surfaced in his mind.

They fell for the trap.

Okamura had no intention of sending these three divisions to Jinan by train.

This train was a decoy from the very beginning.

A decoy specifically designed to lure away all their armored forces.

"Quickly! Report to the commander immediately!"

The reconnaissance company commander suddenly stood up and shouted into the walkie-talkie, his voice trembling:

"Report, Commander! Something's wrong! The train is empty! The entire train is empty! We've fallen for their trap!"