klisemfg Chapter 396: Booby Trap, Another Booby Trap
Chapter 396: Booby Trap, Another Booby Trap
Then Captain Yang spoke to them in a low voice.
"My two sirs, this time we are retreating towards Jiujiang.
The main force of our Jiangnan Guerrilla Division will meet us along the way."
In this way, the soldiers of the Loyal and Patriotic Army had no choice but to watch.
The heavy weapons they had just seized were all taken away by Captain Yang's men.
They tied all the Type 92 heavy machine guns, weighing more than 200 kilograms, together.
They also placed two Type 92 infantry guns in a hidden ditch.
Then they threw two boxes of shells and half a box of bullets, about five or six hundred rounds, into the ditch.
Captain Yang's men probably felt that it was not enough, so they put two barrels of gasoline into the box of bullets.
Fei Huanan looked at it strangely, so he went to find Zheng Yaoxian, wanting to know what Captain Yang was doing.
"Mr. Zheng, do you think Captain Yang and his men want to hide their heavy weapons and use them later?"
Zheng Yaoxian took a look and said, "They should be setting up booby traps. This is their gift for the devils."
Fei Huanan: "What did they pour into the oil barrel? It's so white, is it salt?"
After listening to this, Zheng Yaoxian shook his head. This was beyond his knowledge blind spot.
He also didn't know what the particles were that were poured into the oil barrel.
It can’t be some new type of white gunpowder. If it is soaked directly in an oil barrel, will it still burn?
After things were stabilized, they received information from an insider in the puppet government.
After they set off, the scene of "ghost killing" was not shown to the public until the morning of the next day.
There were many Japanese journalists, the puppet government's Imperial Army, and civilian laborers who were responsible for collecting the bodies.
They also arrived here "accompanied" by the main brigade of the Japanese devils.
A senior officer of the Central China Expeditionary Army, he previously served as a military attaché in a consulate in China.
Today he is here to explain the rebellion of the Loyal and Patriotic Army and their atrocities against the imperial army warriors.
Since all the reporters here are Japanese, this commentary is basically a self-directed farce.
The military attaché made an impassioned speech while several Japanese reporters were writing furiously.
A group of traitors also cried bitterly for the tragic fate of their master.
According to the writings of those Japanese reporters, the elite soldiers of the underground brigade died extremely unjustly.
They were all killed like little lambs by the despicable and shameless Loyal National Salvation Army when they were completely defenseless.
Listening to the Japanese asking and answering their own questions, several traitorous officials of the puppet government who came from Nanjing could no longer bear it.
What does it mean to be an elite Japanese soldier who is as honest as a sheep?
What is that? Anyone know? Please tell me.
Several army and division commanders of the Imperial Army were pinching their thighs hard with their hands, otherwise they would really laugh.
I became a traitor by defecting to the Japanese, but we are not fools.
You were clearly stabbed to death by the Loyal and Patriotic Army.
The traces left on the ridge of the small hill are still very clear.
Based on the bloodstains and the bodies of the Japanese devils at the scene, some things can be used to make a judgment.
Those who died at that time were all Japanese soldiers, and they were stabbed to death by the National Army during a bayonet fight.
What kind of bullshit is this called elite, if this can be called an elite force.
Why are we still the Imperial Army? Why don't we just rebel?
At this time, the Japanese who were investigating the scene sent someone to invite them.
"Your Excellency the General, our brigade commander asked me to report to you.
In a dry ditch over there, heavy weapons hidden by the Loyal and Patriotic Army were discovered.
They are all Type 92 heavy machine guns and Type 92 infantry guns that are difficult to move."
You must know that according to court regulations, the Japanese Type 92 infantry gun was not allowed to be lost.
If they lost one, their artillery squadron leader would commit suicide by disembowelment.
After he said that, everyone became interested and wanted to go over to take a look.
When they arrived at the scene, several Japanese soldiers were clearing branches and weeds from the ditch.
As long as they stood at the edge of the ditch, they could see the barrel of the Type 92 infantry gun through the gaps between the branches.
At this time, several black cars drove up from the road in the distance, followed by several trucks.
After being stopped by the Japanese sentry, the car door opened and a group of Chinese people in plain clothes got out.
Accompanying them were people wearing Japanese military uniforms.
"We are a joint investigation team from Shanghai Special High Section and Unit 76.
This is Officer Matsui from the Special High Police, the person in charge of this operation.
This is Commander Minglou, a friend of the Imperial Army and the second in charge of this operation."
After listening to the introduction, Minglou ignored the salute from the Japanese sentry.
Instead, he looked at the people gathered in the distance and frowned.
Ming Lou asked in Japanese: "What are they doing?"
The sentry glanced at Matsui and saw that he was also waiting for his answer.
"Reporting to the commander, heavy weapons left behind by the Loyal and Patriotic Army were found there.
I heard that there were more than a dozen Type 92 heavy machine guns alone.
Two Type 92 infantry guns were also found, and the brigade commander is organizing people to salvage them. "
Ming Lou asked, "Did you go down and check carefully before you salvaged it?"
The sentry was visibly stunned before continuing, "Check what?"
Minglou’s face changed immediately when he heard this, and he shouted, “Don’t go down.”
Then he rushed forward together with Matsui, whose expression also changed.
When they were still about seventy or eighty meters away from the ditch, they suddenly felt their feet shaking.
Minglou saw the opportunity quickly and rushed to knock Matsui down.
With a loud "bang", the Type 92 heavy machine gun and infantry gun all flew into the air and turned into a pile of twisted factory parts.
Along with the scattered bullets, there were also gasoline mixed with sugar.
Countless Japanese soldiers and traitors were killed or wounded by bullets, or burned by gasoline while standing by the ditch.
Matsui looked at Minglou with gratitude, quickly got up, and led everyone to rescue people.
Those Japanese reporters and traitors suffered heavy casualties because they were too close to the ditch.
Especially the major general who was a military officer, who was hit in the lower body by a bullet.
Unfortunately, I had to retire and return home as a disabled person.
The Japanese were in chaos, and Captain Yang and his men were not much better off.
Now it’s their turn to escape, and it really feels like they’re escaping.
This is mainly because our commander-in-chief Fei Huanan is so famous.
When people are alive, they can kill countless enemies. Even after they are gone, they can still "injure" countless enemies.
Just like a firefly, it attracts the attention of countless forces.
Wherever they passed, the Japanese and puppet troops would rush over and chase and fight them.
When heroes from all walks of life meet, they also want to "ask for" some joy.
After finally coming across the Kuomintang's territory, they avoided it as if it were the plague and wanted to escape three days in advance.
Fortunately, we followed the militia division and their food was always good.
There are steamed buns with meat, and steaming hot meat porridge.
I don’t know where those militia divisions came from.
Now not only has the food become better, but the military treatment has also improved.
In order to cover their breakout, the Chinese Air Force even dispatched fighter jets.