Chapter 3 cast a big shark in the net

"Under the morning glow,

Endless ups and downs of mountains and rivers,

Our elite army is majestic,

All the common people in the alliance are healthy,

Full of glorious Kwantung Army.

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On the mountain road, a train is speeding, and the loud military songs are echoing in the mountains for a long time.

The convoy used Mitsubishi transport trucks, which were full of a famous Japanese soldier, and a crooked machine gun was mounted on the front of the vehicle. Two Japanese machine gunners vigilantly glanced at the terrain on both sides of the convoy.

In the cab of the first military vehicle, Major Sangqiao, the captain, held the command knife and looked out of the window, feeling extremely excited.

His squadron just received an order yesterday to go from Liaoyang City to the Rehe area to participate in the Great Wall Campaign. It set out by truck early this morning.

Thinking that he could go to the battlefield to fight immediately, Sang Qiao felt that his blood was about to boil. He licked his dry lips and smiled ferociously, "The cowardly and timid Zhi, I, Sangqiao, am ready to greet me with a clean sword with my neck."

The motorcade was passing through the mountains. The mountain was very steep. There were towering peaks on both sides of the mountain road. It was said to be a good place for ambush, but the captain of Sangqiao didn't care at all. In his opinion, those cowardly Chinese people did not dare to provoke the elite army of the Japanese Empire - the Kanto Army.

Since the First Sino-Japanese War, the Japanese have seen the essence of the Chinese people, especially in the September 18 Incident. Thousands of Japanese troops have driven more than 100,000 Northeast troops into the customs, which has increased their arrogance and feel that the Chinese army is really vulnerable.

Sangqiao sat in the cab and began to think about how to lead the troops to fight a few beautiful battles on the front line of Rehe. Don't humiliate the honor of the Sangqiao family for hundreds of years.

In the First Sino-Japanese War more than 30 years ago, the Zhiyuan ship commanded by Deng Shichang was finally sunk by the Japanese Sakurayama, the captain of Sangqiao's grandfather, Sangqiao Yishan. At that time, Sangqiao Yishan was still very young, just 37 years old. Today's Major Sangqiao is even better. He is only 25 years old. He is determined to make more brilliant achievements than his grandfather before the age of 30 and become the pride of the family.

Therefore, it was his dream to participate in the Battle of the Great Wall, and he felt that this would be a new starting point for his brilliant military career.

Thinking about things, Sangqiao did not notice that the convoy had driven outside a valley, and the next three or four miles of mountain roads would pass through the narrow valley between the two mountains.

When the Sangqiao motorcade approached, a team was quietly ambushed on the hillside on both sides of the valley. They were dressed in shabby Northeast military uniforms and had a variety of weapons in their hands. The long-term life in the mountains made them a little unable to keep up with nutrition, and many people had dishes on their faces.

However, it can be seen that this is a strong brigade. Each soldier has the calmness and oldness of the battlefield, and there is no fear of the upcoming battle.

Tang Sheng, the regimental commander, raised his binoculars and was looking at the Sangqiao squadron approaching outside the valley. His face showed joy. He couldn't help cursing, "Dog, finally waiting for a transport team."

For more than half a year, he took the remaining more than 500 soldiers of the 715 Regiment to fight all over the world, avoiding the encirclement and suppression of the devils again and again. Then he lurked in the mountains and forests in this area and restored his disabled vitality.

Three days ago, he learned from Xiaowangzhuang Village that a Japanese transport team would pass by today. They would transport a batch of supplies to the base of the devils in Luoxia Town, so he immediately decided to ambush the devils.

More than 100 people were left to look after the house, and the remaining 300 people were pulled out by him. Then they chose the best ambush site to hide until the devil transport team arrived.

The intelligence seems to be correct. They have been ambushed in the middle of the night since last night, and now they have finally waited for the devil's motorcade, and people are immediately happy.

However, the more Tang Sheng's regimental commander looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. The convoy did not look like transporting supplies, but a convoy of personnel.

What should I do, fight or not? Tang Sheng struggled fiercely in his heart, and the time passed minute by minute.

"Fantha, do you want to fight?"

Seeing that the convoy was approaching the exit of the valley and was about to drive out of the ambush circle, Tang Sheng still didn't make up his mind. The soldiers of the 715 Regiment around him were anxious. They stared at their regiment leader, hoping that he would give an order soon.

Staring at the Japanese convoy that was driving through the hillside, Tang Sheng suddenly picked up a grenade and threw it down the mountain. "What a bitch."

For a while, there was a lot of gunfire on both sides of the valley, and the soldiers of the 715 Regiment, who had been ambushed for a long time, opened fire one after another and shot down the mountain.

The motorcade suddenly stopped, and the Japanese soldiers in the car turned over and jumped down. They flashed behind the hidden object like rabbits and began to fight back. The speed of reaction made Tang Sheng a little embarrassed. An idea crossed his mind, "Niangle, I've met the elite of devils."

A few crooked machine guns chose the right fire point in the blink of an eye, and then the 715 regiment of ambush on the hillside, the stone debris flew around, and several soldiers were shot and fell down.

As soon as Major Sangqiao heard the sound of gunfire, he almost jumped up excitedly. He was pulled behind the stone by his own servicemen. He held the command knife and howled loudly, "The ambush of the Chinese people is really wonderful. I'm worried that I can't find them. Destroy them completely."

Sangqiao Squadron is the elite troops in the Kanto * Army. The troops are mostly young soldiers in their twenties. They have experienced the baptism of the September 18 Incident. Now they are skilled in technology and tactics. After being attacked, they immediately scattered into a loose line under the hillside, shooting against the 715th Regiment, and soon overwhelmed Tang Sheng and others. According to the upper hand.

Oh, the devil's grennel unit also sounded. The cannonballs roared across the sky and exploded on the hillside. The ambush of the 715 regiment suddenly flew flesh and blood, and several light machine guns that were shooting wildly became dumb.

Without the fire suppression of light machine guns, Tang Sheng and others suddenly increased their pressure. The Sangqiao Squadron at the foot of the hillside actually launched a counterattack and rushed up along the hillside. The rear launched a projectile and machine gun for fire support, and the 715 regiment did not have a temper at all.

"Mom, if you had given me more machine guns, I would have beaten your ass." Tang Sheng shouted and scolded while shooting down the mountain. He knew that this ambush would be the result of stealing chickens and eroding rice.

There is nothing we can do. The combat literacy of the Japanese army is too high, and the cooperation between the various arms is very tacit. Not to mention that there are more than 300 people who are short of bullets, even the well-equipped 715 Regiment at the beginning, they have to pay a great price if they want to gnaw them down.

Tang Sheng's heart has been shaken. He understands that it's time to withdraw. Otherwise, when the devils rush up the hillside, it may not be so easy for him and the army to leave.

"The regimental guard platoon left with me to stop the enemy, and the rest retreated." Tang Sheng gritted his teeth and gave the order. In just more than ten minutes, the 715 Regiment had sacrificed more than 70 soldiers. Such a loss made his heart hurt like a knife.

"Commourning, you take someone away, and I'll stay with Sanlian." Cheng Kui, the leader of the third company, a big black man, rushed over with a box cannon and shouted to Tang Sheng while shooting.

Tang Sheng roared and stared at him, "Bullshit, I'm the regimental commander. I have the final say. Get out of here with the team."

Cheng Kui was about to say something, but when he saw Tang Sheng's cannibalism, he had to turn around and run away.

The team began to cover each other from the position and retreated to the mountain forest on the other side, leaving only more than 30 people from Tang Sheng and the guard platoon, still blocking the enemy in the position.

Under the hillside, Sangqiao nodded with satisfaction, and Tang Sheng's figure, who had been looming on the hillside, shouted, "That man is the commander of the Chinese army, caught alive."

A captain rushed up the hillside with his team. They planned to capture the head of Tang Sheng alive.

Tang Sheng fought on the hillside with a gun in one hand and a big knife in the other hand. The devils have rushed up the hillside, and there are only five or six people left in his guard platoon, and the rest have died in battle.

The devils rushed up from under the hillside. Tang Sheng knew that he was afraid of danger this time, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he laughed and threw the empty bullet box cannon on a devil's face. He clenched the knife and rushed to the surrounding devil soldiers. "Das, come on."

The sound of fighting on the hillside suddenly started!

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