Fujiwara Kazu was very surprised when he received the order to stop the attack, but when he learned about Takehei Ozawa's idea, he could only stay in place for more than half an hour. Whether such a tough idea can be accomplished depends on the actual effect.

After receiving the order, Yamamoto Shota found the entire brigade's engineers. Under his supervision, more than a hundred engineers were busy around thirteen military vehicles. Yamamoto Shota gave Ozawa Takehei's order to convert the engineers into mine-de-de-killing chariots. This idea, like a joke, was sent out by the strong man, became a task that everyone had to work hard to achieve.

The protection of tires first became a headache for engineers. After thinking about it, they couldn't think of a good solution. They decided to abandon the tires and then use existing materials to put a large iron circle on the axle frame. In order to withstand the violent explosion, the engineers welded the iron wheel frame tightly on the axle. If the car could run with enough horsepower, it should be able to run, but the speed was slower. It was difficult to achieve perfection in everything, so they could only do it like this.

The car's large mailbox is the most difficult to make. As long as the spark ignites the oil inside, the mailbox becomes a huge explosive bag. Although it will not paralyze the car, it is completely no problem to kill the people in the cab. Apart from putting a thick layer of steel on the mailbox, they really can't think of any other good way, but the problem is that there is only a lot of steel plates, which can only be equipped with the mailboxes of three cars. The other parts need to be thickened or steel. Where did these come from? In the end, someone thought of it, that is, the iron fences on the car were removed, so that they could meet the needs.

So the engineers entered the intense work of dismantling iron and welding. Everyone tried their best to make their movements faster and faster, so that they could finish their work better and faster.

It was a busy day here, but You Fei was confused. He didn't know how many times he sighed. Why didn't the Japanese come to rush? Could it be that Ozawa Wuping really planned to leave, but the spy who set up at the forks next to him had no news at all. He did not detour or attack. What medicine was sold in Ozawa Wuping's gourd? This time You Fei really couldn't think of it.

"I said to Brigade Commander, don't sigh anymore. It's annoying enough. Why is this Japanese devil's movement not at all? It's so quiet that it's too unusual, and it makes people feel scared. Brigade Commander, you think of a way!" He Tianhao's eyebrows condensed into hemp ropes, and his face was bitter.

You Fei said calmly: "Wait, let's see what tricks the Japanese can do. Don't mess up your own way, just be afraid that Xiaoze Wuping will escape. As long as he dares to play, I will naturally give him good fruits."

He Tianhao looked at You Fei, looked and looked again and again. He really couldn't find too many feelings from You Fei that would make him feel at ease. In the end, he had to sigh and continue to pay close attention to the movements of the Japanese.

Not to mention that You Fei and He Tianhao felt strange, the soldiers below couldn't hold their breath. Seeing that the Japanese were already rushing forward in a round but could not shoot. After one attack, there was no further text. The soldiers of the 137th Regiment who were so excited that they could not make it. They were very awkward. Some people were a little confused when they glanced at the gun, but there was no movement from the Japanese. They had to put down their guns, but a longer time passed.

There was still no movement there. Some soldiers were so bored that they poked the barrel with their entire bars, and some old smokers began to smoke cigarettes leisurely. Slowly, the soldiers on the position began to chat in groups of three or three. Although You Fei had already strictly managed the following in a bad manner recently, no matter what, the 259th Brigade was still formed, and many people did not transfer from the original role of catching hoes to the role of catching guns, and they became loose after a moment of leisure.

He Tianhao was the most shameful situation. He swept around with great dissatisfaction, and then said to You Fei: "Brig Commander, those soldiers are too casual. How can you win a battle like this? I'll let the platoon leader of each squad strictly control it. It's really unreasonable."

"Okay, what's the matter? No one can tell when the people next to him will leave him forever. It's a good thing to say more if you have the opportunity to say more. If you are a casual one, you will be loose. As long as they don't lose their chains and weak feet at the end of the battle." You Fei disagreed with He Tianhao's statement. Of course, this is because he doesn't like to be bound by too many rules and regulations. He usually requires strict grooming for soldiers to increase cohesion. He doesn't want to be so serious on the battlefield.

He Tianhao stopped persevering after hearing what You Fei said. He felt that perhaps what You Fei said made some sense.

More than forty minutes later, thirteen military trucks were completed under the nervous modification of the engineers. In addition to changing the tires and fuel tanks, they also thickened the steel seats on the base of the cab, removed the windshield, and hit the steel plate to replace it. Instead, they only left a two-centimeter observation hole in the driver's position so that they could see the road conditions ahead.

In order to maximize the mine-removal capabilities of these mine-removal vehicles, the engineers also welded a steel rod like a thimble under the bottom of the vehicle. The entire car was lined up with these sticks under the car. The sticks touched the surface of the ground. They drove all the way and could plow the ground within 10 cm of the surface. However, in this way, the car could only drive forward at the speed of the turtle ground, because the resistance brought by the plow was very great, not to mention that they had replaced the wheels. Those not very smooth iron wheels themselves greatly reduced the maneuverability of the car. If there was enough time and conditions, they might be able to make these iron rods movable so that they could be put away first and put them down when they reached the minefield. However, according to the current conditions, it was absolutely impossible for them to do the perfection.

Everything was done properly, so Yamamoto Masata invited Takehei Ozawa as the final supervisor. After seeing all the modified cars, Ozawa Takehei kept lit his head. At this time, he was very eager to see what expression the people from the 259th Brigade opposite would look like after seeing the mine-removal effect of the thirteen cars.

Seeing Takehei Ozawa's satisfied expression, Masata Yamamoto finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Takehei Ozawa was not satisfied, then the nearly one hour of hard work would be wasted. Takehei Ozawa said in a solemn voice: "Be three drivers in each car, what I want is three cars driving all the way. No matter what, I will completely remove their minefields. Yamamoto, the personnel will be drafted by you and set off in ten minutes!"

"Hey!" Yamamoto Shota bent down and responded. He started to select soldiers from the crowd, "You...you, you..." As Yamamoto Shota's finger fell, the face of the selected soldier turned pale, and the cars were like living coffins. The selected people were no different from the sentence of death. Even though they thought it was a very sacred thing to die for the country, they were still afraid of death.

Soon, thirty-nine soldiers were selected. At this time, a very short soldier who was selected came out of the queue. He bowed and said to Yamamoto Shota: "Report to Mr. Nakasa, I, I can't drive!"

What the soldier said made Yamamoto Masata angry and angry. At this time, Takehei Ozawa was standing beside him. These people were selected from his corps. Now a soldier said such words. Kamamoto Masata felt that this was a sign of weakness and could not be forgiven. If he did not make remedies as soon as possible, he would leave a very bad impression in Takehei Ozawa's heart. So Kamata Yamamoto took out his pistol, took a hand and shot the soldier.

In an instant, the surroundings were so quiet that no one dared to make a sound, and they didn't even dare to cough. After the soldier fell to the ground, two guards came out to carry the body away. Yamamoto Shota chose someone from the team next to him to fill the vacancy of the soldier, and then screamed: "Now, is there anyone else who can't drive?"

At this time, I'm afraid no one dares to stand up and respond, unless they imagine that the soldier just now is carrying him out like a dog, and that the death of a person is small, which will insult their personality.

Without any careless and inspiring words, Yamamoto Masato waved his hand, and thirty-nine people rushed into their respective iron vehicles. The engine roared and all the vehicles were ready to go.

"Everything is ready, Colonel!" Yamamoto Masata asked Takehei Ozawa for advice.

Takehei Ozawa nodded and shouted: "Impact."

Thirteen iron trucks finally started, and the engineers made a small transformation of the engine, so the horsepower was much larger than normal, but this still could not play a big role in the resistance on the surface. The car struggled for a long time before it started to slowly push forward. Fortunately, the soil was sparse and the car slowly walked smoothly. Although it could not be said to be very fast, it was slightly faster than the ordinary people's walking speed.

Thirteen trucks were slowly advancing side by side, and the soil was overturned wherever they passed, leaving a long mark. At this time, the soldiers watched the cars go slowly and slowly. Everyone was full of longing for the cars, hoping that they could remove the mines so that they could break through the opponent's defense line as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!