The Japanese army did not dare to walk along the ditches, but instead drilled into the ditches to avoid the attacks of cold guns. It is difficult to leave the road and go to the wild area. A distance of dozens of meters will make your shoes covered with mud and become heavy. Moreover, the large cart pulling the baggage is difficult to drive in the potholes and soft and muddy fields, and it cannot be moved by people pushing them on their shoulders.

With a "bang!", the Japanese engineer's thunder detection rod triggered the clip under the soil. Before he could react, the side wall of the trench exploded, and then five chains of thunders exploded one after another on the trench wall. In a relatively small space, the gravel mixed in the mines broke into iron like large iron guns, knocking several Japanese engineers into sieves. The Japanese once again learned the cunning and viciousness of the Chinese people. It turned out that mines could not only be buried underground.

A Japanese officer looked at the miserable engineer who was dead, spraying heavily from his nostrils like a livestock. He waved his hand fiercely and gave orders to the commander.

Not long after, the puppet army, who was originally responsible for logistics and supplies, was transferred up. This time they were entrusted by the Japanese with important tasks to be responsible for opening the way forward.

The puppet army, the shame of the Chinese, bent down to serve the invaders and even massacred their compatriots. At this time, they were taken as cannon fodder and walked in front of the team. The Japanese kept coming from behind to speed up and speed up. It was so sad that they worked for the invaders, but the invaders did not regard them as human beings at all. They were like a ragged rag that could be abandoned at any time.

With a "bang!", a puppet army sat on the ground, covering their bloody feet that were penetrated and screaming.

What new weapon? Foot guns? The puppet soldiers were a little stunned, and even suspected that the enemy had dug holes in the ditches and could shoot at the top.

The Japanese impatient urging came again, and the puppet army could only move forward helplessly and fearlessly. Every strange thing under their feet would make them frightened, and white circles extended forward, and the yellow long snake moved extremely slowly.

The Japanese captain Yamamotoro is very regretful now. If he had known this, he would not have taken this path. Looking at the endless ditch ahead, mixed with helplessness and resentment, he would not have dispersed. He was irritated and became more and more irritable. At this speed, when will the joint attack plan be completed?

With two fingers stretched out, Yamamotoro called a traitor not far away like a dog, and asked calmly: "How long is this road? Is it like this before you reach your destination?"

"Report to Taijun, from here to Tumen Village, then to Shili Village, and then to the fork to Lianggang Village, at least fifty miles of roads have been dug into this way." The traitor nodded and said, "According to information, the first one to dig the road was Shili Village. They have been digging since last year, which is the most active, hardest and worst."

Yamamotojiro frowned, more than fifty miles away. Like a turtle climbing, will the hateful Chinese really exhaust the patience of the imperial army?

"Is there any other way to go?" Another buzzing sounded in front of him, and a black pillar of smoke rose into the air. Yamamotojiro raised his telescope and looked at him, asking.

The traitor said carefully: "There are also ways to detour. We have to retreat. There is still a way to reach our destination at the junction of the county."

Yamamoto Yoshiro put down his telephoto and glared at the traitor fiercely. The road marked on the map was another sweeping route. This bastard was talking nonsense. Now he had to bite the bullet and work hard to move forward. In order to hurry up, he would let the puppet army die more. Anyway, there were many opportunities to supplement in the future. There were so many Chinese people like this, Yamamoto Yoshiro's mouth was slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, and a bit of mocking Qingmai.

Under the urging and coercion of the Japanese behind him, the puppet army could only speed up and conduct thunder detection on a verge, which inevitably increased casualties. Perhaps at this time they would regret being accomplices for the tiger and bent their knees to serve the invaders, right? But it was too late now, let alone the extreme cowardice of losing their lives than to resist. Living in the world was just a waste of food.

Stepping on the blood shed from her companions and listening to the wailings of her companions, the puppet soldiers looked miserable, and they used their flesh and blood to set up a path for the invaders as if they were lost. Tumen Village had already appeared in front of them. The village was quiet, and the chickens did not crow or the dogs did not bark, and they were silent and deep. I saw that there were two stones on the way at the entrance of the village, carrying a wooden sign with the words: The village is a grave, be careful of landmines.

The puppet soldiers gathered at the entrance of the village, like a poisonous snake, forming a ball, looking at the village with a gaze, but they did not dare to move forward. They were already extremely nervous by the various traps, and all the plants and trees were soldiers.

Tumen Village was renovated, leaving only one entrance to the avenue, and the other one was the back road leading to the cliff behind the village. Several walls more than one person were built staggered at the entrance to the avenue, and the situation in the village was not visible from the outside.

"Bang hook!" An accurate bullet was shot from the village, and a puppet army officer fell down on his back, while other puppet soldiers fell down.

"Captain Ma, Taijun ordered you to go to the village to search and kill the enemy immediately, and then set fire to the village." A spy rushed up and shouted at the puppet army.

The puppet army leader named Ma waved his pistol helplessly and urged the puppet soldiers to enter the village. But he cursed in his heart: Fuck you, you guys are all bad ideas. If you have a chance, I will shoot a black gun and kill you.

Although the puppet soldiers were afraid, the order came down. The officers were waving their pistols again, and they had to rub the fingers into the village. After passing the interlaced fortification wall, the streets in the village were locked. The doors of every house on both sides were locked, and the scattered firewood, grass and wheat straw were blown by the wind, dancing on the ground. The stone mills facing the entrance of the village seemed to be grinning and laughing at the group of timid invaders.

Fifty or sixty puppet troops entered the village, tremblingly divided into two rows, searching along the streets, and wondering what ambush was there in this dead village.

With a "boom!", a black mine bounced up from the ground and burst out dazzling light from the air more than one meter high. Stones, broken iron, and ceramic pieces flew around, sweeping across all creatures blocking their faces.

There are many hiding places in the village, and the space is narrow. Using human-controlled mines, the accuracy is higher. The explosion of this earth-based jumping mine in the middle of the street caused extremely heavy casualties to the puppet troops on both sides. After the explosion, more than a dozen puppet troops were killed and injured, crying and screaming.

The explosion was like a fuse, igniting the passionate battle between the protectors and the family. Two tongues of flames spewed out from under the stone mill, and a piece of iron rain shot towards the enemy with a slump. Countless iron sands were difficult to avoid. The folk earth gun lifted the pole in a specific environment, exerting a strong power. The shooting hole of the wall clamping wall suddenly appeared, shooting bullets of hatred at the enemy.

The puppet soldiers panicked and anxious, and hid towards the courtyard houses on both sides. But the traps had been laid and were waiting for them to drill. The sound of mine explosions that shook the sky and earth sounded one after another, and the courtyard gate, steps, fences... were roaring for a long time. The once ravaged Tumen Village seemed to have turned into a ferocious tiger, howling angrily.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the puppet soldiers, covered in dust or injured, stumbled out of the village, and nearly thirty guys stayed in the village. Captain Ma covered the bleeding wound on his face and ran to the Langma of the Yamashi, crying and said, "Taijun, the village is full of mines, and it is hard to move anyway!"

Yamamoto Shiro waved his hand in a little upset. He had no plan to occupy the village. He just wanted to set a torch to burn the village and vent his depressed anger. But the tenacious resistance in this small village was completely beyond his expectations.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The Japanese mortars began to bombard Tumen Village. Amid the explosion of fire and smoke, the houses were collapsing and smoking.

After a few minutes of artillery fire, the puppet troops carefully entered Tumen Village again. The beginning was quite smooth, but since the Japanese could not achieve carpet bombing, there were always lightnings that escaped the net, and the mines controlled by the wire were not so easy to detonate.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Three landmines almost rang at the feet of the puppet army, red light, black smoke, like landslides, rubble, ruins, and walls were immediately covered with flesh and blood.

"Bo, Bo, Bo!" The unyielding bullets were shot out again in the shooting hole that had never been blocked, increasing casualties to the puppet army, adding to panic and fear.

With the dull sound of the earth-made missile guns "Open, open!" from the two courtyards, six grenades appeared in the air, flying, rolling, and roaring, drawing terrifying trajectories in the air with blue smoke, and then fell down one after another, exploded, and burst out the shrapnel of death.

The puppet soldiers once again left the dead bodies and wounded and withdrew from the village in a panic. This time, Captain Ma survived the disaster, but was carried out by the orderly soldiers, and his feet were penetrated by bullets and lightning.

"Your Excellency, give Huyi some more time and let Huyi completely destroy this village!" The Japanese artillery officer asked Yamamotoro for his order.

Yamamotojiro thought about it gloomyly, shook his head gently, and said, "Continue to waste shells in this village with no military significance? You heard the gunshots, how many people are hidden in the village should be able to tell clearly, right?"

"Yes, your Excellency, I judge that there should be no more than twenty people in the village." The artillery officer replied cautiously.

"We don't have time to fight meaninglessly here, and spend too much energy to hit the enemy's tricks." Although Yamamoto Jiro said this, he hated him so much, "Let these hateful Chinese people live a few more days, we continue to move forward and implement the established military plan." (To be continued) rq!~!

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