At midnight, a few sudden bangs on the other side of the river were heard, and several flares were like balls of fire, tearing through the darkness and flying towards the defense line on the Japanese river bank, illuminating the Japanese positions. Then bursts of artillery fired, and the shells flew over from the opposite side of the river bank, drawing graceful arcs in the night sky, like rainbows mounted on the river surface, landing in the Japanese positions, and continuously exploding bombs, shaking the earth and rocking the mountains.

"Company Commander, it's starting..." Hu San ran into the room and saw Dong Limao sleeping on the table. The dust from the roof was constantly falling on his head and back. Hu San tiptoed and walked over quietly, picked up his coat to cover it with Dong Limao.

"Must beard!"

Hu San was startled and immediately stood attentively answered: "Come!"

"Give me some water." Dong Limao stood up from the chair, stretched out his waist, rubbed his eyes and asked again: "Have the trucks outside been modified?"

Hu San unscrewed the lid of a military kettle and handed it to Dong Limao and said, "It's almost finished, and several local carpenters are taking the initiative to help."

"Where is Miss Taili?" Dong Limao took the kettle, put the mouth of the pot beside his lips, and asked after taking a few big sips.

"She is also helping to modify the truck with the journalist."

"Let's go! Let's take a look!" Dong Limao put on his coat, helmet, and picked up the submachine gun.

Walking out of the house, the sky on the river bank was shining with the light emitted by the explosion, the burning flames, the light of the flares and the light emitted by the shells flying around the two sides of the river bank, the rest of the directions were relatively calm, without any gunshots or gunshots.

Dong Limao was like a bystander, as if the war had nothing to do with him. He stood under the eaves, enjoying the cannonballs shuttled by the river bank and the red machine gun bullets flying around, and could smell the smoke from the river breeze in his nostrils.

Such a hot war scene is something that Dong Limao cannot see in movies and TV. This is the first time in his life that he has seen a big scene in his life. Can you enjoy it?

"It looks good! It's much better than setting off fireworks!" Dong Limao couldn't help blurting out happily.

Hu San turned his head and looked at Dong Limao. When he heard him say it was better than setting off fireworks, he asked: "Company Commander, what is setting off fireworks?"

Dong Limao was stunned and turned his head and asked, "Have you set off fireworks and firecrackers?"

"It's the first time I heard of it before I let it go." Hu San replied with two shiny black eyes.

"It's the kind you set when you were young and during the New Year in your hometown." Dong Limao really couldn't figure it out. Children of Xiang Hu San's age shouldn't forget about setting off firecrackers during the New Year.

"It was opened during the New Year? I grew up in mountains and escaped from famine. I especially like the New Year. I have meat to eat, but I never let go of the fireworks and firecrackers that the company commander said." Hu San replied with a smile.

Dong Limao reached out to touch Hu San's head, feeling sad. He remembered that when he was at Hu San, he had just entered high school. Since he could remember, every year during the Chinese New Year, his father would buy a lot of fireworks and firecrackers to set them up. Even after it was not enough, he also used the New Year's money given by his elders to buy fireworks, and the largest, best and most expensive one.

"In the future, I will have the opportunity to show you a look, but this scene is not as good as it is." Dong Limao said with a finger at the shining cannon fire on the river bank in front of him.

"Brother?" Hu San asked in disbelief: "Company Commander, you said to me just now. So I can treat you like a brother in the future."

"Well, call me brother in the future, don't always be the company commander. The company commander's name is. I don't like the name company commander." Dong Limao reached out and hugged Hu San's shoulder. He really felt like he was an elder brother at this time.

"Yes! Company Commander!" Hu San immediately changed his words: "No, brother!"

"Haha..." Dong Limao patted Hu San's shoulder and was in a very good mood.

"Report to the company commander, the truck has been modified!" Zhao Yong ran over to report to Dong Limao.

"Let's go! Look at our chariot!" Dong Limao took a big step.

All trucks are almost sealed by thick wooden boards and are modified like large wooden boxes. Except for the exposed front of the car, they are all sealed by wooden boards that are more than ten centimeters thick.

Dong Limao was happy when he saw it: "The Three Kingdoms have the Wooden Horse and Cattle invented by Zhuge Liang for grain transportation. Now there is the wooden bulletproof chariot I invented. When the Japanese saw it, they would think that the British had invented some new armored vehicle! Haha..."

Climbing into the car, Dong Limao picked up a machine gun leaning against the carriage and extended the barrel of the gun through the reserved narrow shooting hole. The buttstock of the machine gun was pressed against the chest of the right shoulder. The swinging machine gun on both sides of the left and right sides was still full of wide view except that the sky could not see it. After checking the machine gun, he picked up the bazooka and tried to see if it could fire rockets from the shooting hole. Although the field of view seemed a little narrow, he could still extend the bazooka out.

After jumping out of the car, Dong Limao asked Zhao Yong: "Have the driver found all the drivers?"

"The two drivers in each truck were voluntarily and armed more than 20 young and strong male journalists who used firearms also volunteered to join the combat team." Zhao Yong replied.

At this time, the sound of cannons on the river bank was no longer so dense, and it became sparse. It seemed that half an hour of concentrated shelling had come to an end. Under the special clicking sound of heavy machine guns, accompanied by the dense crackling sounds of various guns, it seemed that the Japanese army guarding the river bank was shooting towards the national army crossing the river. From the gunshots, it was possible to tell how fierce the battle was.

"It's time for us to go on the road, too!" Dong Limao checked the modified vehicle and said to Hu San: "Get together the team!"

Hu San took out a small trumpet from his waist. He used to be the trumpeter of the Ninth Company. After becoming Dong Limao's serviceman, he still had his old skills.

As soon as the assembly number rang, all the members of the spy company ran over and stood next to the truck in full arms, standing in three rows, with journalists and missionaries surrounding them.

Dong Limao spread his legs, stood in the middle of the front of the team, glanced from left to right, and then asked at a loud voice: "Brothers! Are you all ready?"

"It's ready!" the whole company shouted in unison.

"What we are going to do is a historically significant event! They are journalists from all over the world. They use their pens and cameras to record the atrocities of the Japanese army. Only by sending them safely can they send the photos and manuscripts in their hands to their respective countries, print them into newspapers or broadcast them on radio. In this way, people all over the world can know what is happening here, and more people can learn about the fascist brutality of Japanese militarism from pictures and texts and radio! We soldiers fight with guns, and their journalists use pens and cameras as weapons. Our guns can kill the devils, and their pens and cameras can also kill the devils! Through their pen recording and camera shooting, more people around the world can stand up and resist the fascist war! In the end, fascist militants like the Japanese devils can be completely eliminated from this world..."

Dong Limao was like giving a speech, inciting the passion of every soldier. This is called the mobilization of combat before the war.

"Now, I order! Follow the combat team and get on the car!" Dong Limao finally issued the order to set off.

All the soldiers of the spy company, according to the combat team arranged in advance, climbed onto the truck and jumped onto the jeep, and then the journalists and missionaries got onto the car in an orderly manner, which was all assigned by Zhao Yong first.

Dong Limao quickly walked towards the jeep in front. He didn't know who the driver was driving the jeep in front.

When I arrived by the jeep, I saw Taili sitting in the cab and turned around and smiled at Dong Limao.

"Miss Taili, how could you..." Dong Limao looked at Elizabeth Taili in surprise.

"It was Miss Taili who took the initiative to ask for it, it was not me..." Hu San whispered beside Dong Limao.

Pan Guangzu sat in the back seat of the jeep, holding the bazooka in his arms and said, "The mustache is my ammunition hand."

"Little beard..." Dong Limao looked at Hu San with his eyes, and asked with a straight face: "What's going on?"

"Yes... it's the company commander who said I wanted me to pay attention to Miss Taili. Wherever she went..." Hu San was a little afraid of Dong Limao's eyes, and hurriedly gave Taili a wink for help.

"Company Commander Dong, this is all my idea, it has nothing to do with the mustache." Taili said from the bottom of the cab: "I am the one with the best driving skills in the entire team of journalists. In the words of you ancient Chinese, "The general goes to the battle, and rides the BMW with a hip." In a moment, you will know that I am the general's hip-takes the BMW with the ancient Chinese."

"Hit-down...BMW...Haha...A good hip-down BMW! And it's a foreign mother-horse! Haha..." Dong Limao couldn't help but think of the matter of men and women, and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Pan Guangzu couldn't help laughing. Hu San didn't know what Dong Limao and Pan Guangzu laughed, but when he saw them laugh, he also grinned.

Taili was laughed inexplicably and blinked and asked, "Isn't it right? Could it be that I was wrong to quote the ancient Chinese people? I remember it was a crotch-down BMW... Could it be really a foreign mother-horse..."

"Haha...you..." Dong Limao smiled so hard that his stomach hurt. He pointed at Tari and said, "That's right, it's the foreign mother-ma...haha..."

Pan Guangzu was so happy that he lay on the back seat of the jeep that he kicked his legs.

"Okay, get in the car...haha... foreign mother-ma..." Dong Limao jumped into the passenger seat.

The windshield in front of the jeep has been rolled forward, and a machine gun is installed in front of the co-pilot's position. The power of this machine gun is far greater than the portable Thompson light machine gun equipped by Zhang Dali and his machine gun platoon. It is difficult to control when holding it with your hands. It must be fixed in a certain position to exert its maximum power. It should also be equipped with an ammunition hand or a secondary machine gunner, but in a limited jeep, the ammunition box is placed at your feet. As long as a box of long ammunition belts filled with bullets are stuck in the chamber, it is basically impossible to help others, unless the shell is stuck or a box of hundreds of bullets is shot.
Chapter completed!