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Koyama's left hand was blown off, but he still longed to start his military career again and was unwilling to spend time in the position of consultant. That's why he worked fearlessly and wanted to impress his boss with his actual achievements. Fujino Taro is a veteran. He no longer had that ambition and just wanted to pass the life safely.

"Koyama-kun." Fujino Taro pointed to the main road outside the blockade, and said with some doubts: "Is it a bit far to hang the head there? Isn't it safer to get closer to the artillery tower?"

Koyama Masato smiled faintly and said, "Kun Fujino, what we want is not insurance, but attracting the enemy. The bait is too dangerous, so how can there be fish taking the bait? Take a step back and say that even if it is stolen by the enemy, we will not lose much!"

"Will it be a waste of Oyama-kun's hard work plan easily be taken away by the enemy?" Fujino Taro pointed to the three cars covered by tarpaulin by the wall under the cannon tower, and said, "Four wheels can't escape the two legs of the Chinese man? There are mortars. Even if the enemy stole the heads, they will be massacred on the road. Even if the reinforcements are a little slow, the imperial army in the stronghold can defeat the Chinese man's mob. Besides, the heads are hung on the high trunks of the tree, and it will take time for the enemy to pick them off!"

Masata Koyama pursed his lips with a little smugness. It was a great contribution to ambushing the guerrillas, and then using bait to cause losses to the enemy. It was another great contribution. He seemed to see the smiling face of his boss Kato and heard Kato's praise. He imagined that he could command soldiers to rush on the battlefield again.

It was lunch time. Koyama Shota and Fujino Taro said, walking down the artillery tower. If there were any flaws in Koyama Shota's plan, it was that he was eager to make a contribution and was eager to deceive the enemy. Therefore, he sacrificed some security in the plan to make the enemy bait. Naturally, he had to let the enemy see hope and even taste some desserts. Another thing was that he had insufficient estimates of the enemy's daytime actions, and he believed that the enemy was unlikely to take unimaginable military adventures.

There is no way to win 100%. No matter how perfect the tactic is, there will inevitably be mistakes. However, it is precisely these unknown factors that make the war colorful and countless famous generals and coaches emerge.

Winning first and then seeking war is not a military adventure, fighting first and then seeking victory is a military adventure. Hitler's "Oak Plan" to rescue Mussolini was a bold and successful venture, an example of special operations; Operation "Market Garden" was a gambling adventure, a disastrous defeat of the Allied airborne tactics, shattering the hope of the Allied ending the war in 1944; while the Chinese army stationed in India took a glider to take down the empty Myitkyina Airport in one fell swoop. It was another successful adventure.

Therefore, military adventures in war are necessary, because it is unrealistic to win first and then seek war every time. Zhuge Liang was in a safe consideration when he went to Qishan. Although it was safe to take Qishan, he could not achieve unexpected results.

If a military adventure can be unexpected, then the possibility of success is high. If the enemy sees it through, then it is likely to fail. With the right combination, a surprise victory is to strive for a surprise victory. If the surprise is unexpected, attacking the unprepared is the key.

Xiaoshan did not think of the guerrillas too stupidly, nor did he estimate the guerrillas too high, but what he did not expect was that Meng Youtian had extensive knowledge and countless ready-made battle examples. Therefore, Meng Youtian could think of places that others could not think of and could look for a line of opportunities in the cracks.

In order to inspire Yu'er's dream and **, Xiaoshan Masata did make some thoughts, but this was based on his thinking and judgment. Meng Youtian wanted to subvert his prediction and do something he unexpectedly did.

A cart appeared on the road, no, there was a mule cart, driving forward at a fixed distance. Just during the day when Masato Koyama used it, just as the meal at the stronghold was opened, the action planned by Meng Youtian and others suddenly started.

The two Imperial Army soldiers took their anxious eyes back from the artillery tower, walked out of the shade of the wooden guardhouse impatiently, picked up the gun and fox through the suspension bridge and shouted, "What are you doing, hey, that guy sat down so hard that he was very steadily, get out of the car and roll over."

The farmer in the car jumped down with some fear, and the two pushed the car and slowly crossed the suspension bridge. An older man accompanied him with a smile and bowed, saying, "Boss, thank you for your hard work, both bosses. We are looking at relatives. Chen Laozhong from Chenjia Village is my in-laws."

"What Chen Laozhong, Chen Xiaozhong's? Good civilian certificate, search for her body." An Imperial Army glared at her eyes and looked at the two people maliciously.

Another Imperial Army approached the car and looked around. There were not many things in the car, two bundles of straw, a large basket of eggs, and a few bamboo poles.

"Break, mature?" the Imperial Army stared at the basket and asked, "Is it still dyed?"

"This is a red egg for others. Boss, please eat a few!" The thin man smiled and grabbed a few eggs and stuffed them into the arms of the Imperial Army.

The two Imperial Army soldiers were not polite, so they grabbed the egg and knocked it on the gun, peeled it and started eating. While eating, one Imperial Army soldiers were looking for trouble with their eyes: "Look at it, why haven't you seen you before?"

"Well, boss, how many people do you have to meet in a day? How can you know us?" The older farmer knew that he was looking for trouble was nothing more than asking for money. He touched his pocket, took out a few old man tickets that had been prepared long ago, stuffed them into his pocket with a smile, and said, "Two bosses, please keep them and buy a pair of shoes!"

The Imperial Army was satisfied and waved his hands, and the two farmers pushed the cart forward. The older farmers looked back quietly, and saw that the Imperial Army had turned their eyes elsewhere, so they winked at the thin man, and the thin man's hands immediately started to work.

Another car came over, a handlebar, and a woman with flowery clothes sat on the other side, and a pile of wheat straw was on the car.

"Hey, are there any girls who dare to walk?" An Imperial Army raised the gun as if it was just now. He smiled and said to his companion: "How about it? Do you need to search carefully?"

"Then you have to search!" Another Imperial Army soldier said with a lewd smile: "Maybe they just hid their guns in their crotch?"

The two Imperial Army soldiers were thinking about good things, and as they saw the cart approaching the blockade ditch, they started shouting again.

The woman in the handlebar and car jumped out of the car obediently and followed the car toward the suspension bridge. Just next to the suspension bridge, the haystack suddenly lifted up, and a black muzzle was exposed, dada, dada, and two rapid short shots knocked the two Imperial Army to the ground. Then the muzzle turned left and shot violently towards the second floor guardhouse. Before the three Imperial Army inside understood what was going on, they were shot into sieve by the bullets shot in.

When the gunshots were heard, the car in front had already reached the big tree with human heads. Two farmers swept away the dullness and dullness just now and quickly moved. Several bamboo poles were quickly connected together and turned into sticks long. The dark hole plate at the bottom of the car was pulled out, and four grenades were taken out, and the two were tied together, and the string was pulled along a long rope.

One person pushed the cart and stood up, and the cart was erected to block the view of the artillery tower. The other person held a long stick and raised the tied grenade and placed it on the fork of the tree trunk. With a buzz, the two of them hid behind the big tree. The thin man suddenly pulled the rope and blue smoke came out of the tree.

The artillery tower was already lively. The enemies who were eating were rushing out of the canteen and rushed to their posts. The sentries left behind in the artillery tower shouted loudly, pointed, and aimed at them with their guns.

"Bang hook!" Meng Youtian, who was equipped with a handlebar, lay in front of the blockade ditch and shot dead the most fussy enemy sentry on the roof of the artillery tower with one shot.

The machine gunner and Xiao Quan, who was disguised as a woman, also found a position, set up a machine gun, aimed at the artillery tower, and prepared to cover the teammates in front to retreat.

With a loud "Boom!", the branches and leaves were flying all over the sky. The trunks hanging on human heads were blown off, and several small iron cages fell to the ground and rolled.

Two guerrillas jumped out from behind the tree, regardless of their ears being buzzed, picked up an iron cage from the messy wood leaves on the ground, and ran towards the suspension bridge.

"Dadada..." The machine gun from the artillery tower sounded, the door opened, and the sound of the motor of the car began to roar.

"Dadada..." The machine gun in charge of cover also roared, restraining the enemy.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian's gun rang out, and a tongue of fire that was spitting out from the shooting hole paused.

Two guerrillas ran across the suspension bridge, placed the small iron cage on the mule cart, lifted the haystack with tinder oil and ran a few steps, and threw it on the suspension bridge.

Suddenly, the flames soared into the air and the smoke filled the air, and the suspension bridge was soon surrounded by fire and smoke. This was not only a way to cut off the enemy's pursuit, but also a good retreat cover.

The Japanese cars rushed out of the stronghold one after another, but roared and stopped moving forward in front of the fire and smoke.

"Go over there and walk over there." Xiaoshan Masashi was not unprepared for this. There was a suspension bridge a mile away, just in case. He could vaguely see the mule cart running wildly on the road across the blockade ditch through the fireworks, and yelled at the Japanese driver in a hurry.

It was too fast, Xiaoshan Masata didn't expect the enemy to steal the head in such a short time; it was too direct, he didn't expect the enemy to use such simple means; it was too unexpected, he didn't expect the enemy to not send a large number of troops, blocking the artillery tower and snatching the head.

Xiaoshan Masato didn't expect that Meng Youtian thought of it. A large number of people approached the artillery tower and easily exposed the target; fewer people were brave, but it was beyond the enemy's expectations. The more time it took to grab, the greater the hope of success. Sometimes, the simpler and more direct, the easier it was to succeed.

The carefully designed trap not only has no effect, but the bait is also lost; the plan to cover up the truth with a false plan was actually taken advantage of by the opponent, and only the fake aspect played a role. Although he did not lose anything, Masata Koyama was furious, which was an insult to his wisdom, which was a severance of his future, and he was absolutely intolerable.

"Chasing, chase after." Xiaoshan Masata stared at his fierce eyes and kept urging the driver.

After driving through the spare suspension bridge, the three cars drove for a distance and turned onto the main road, stirring up smoke and dust, and chasing forward fiercely.

Seeing it, seeing it, Masata Koyama's eyes were wide open, and the mule cart showed a shadow in his sight. But his excitement was hit in an instant. With a loud bang, the car tilted, and the Japanese driver stopped on the side of the road with the steering wheel.

"Damn it." Xiaoshan Masata jumped out of the car. He glanced at the tires that were pinned by the four corners, and stomped his feet hatefully. He reached out and stopped the car behind him, and jumped onto the good car with some soldiers. He continued to chase.

As he chased, he was approaching. While staring at the escaped enemy in front of him, he reminded the driver to pay attention to the nails on the road. But things were not as he thought. The opponent seemed to be playing with him. He was stimulating his nerves in different ways.

"Bang!" The front wheel of the car suddenly sank into a cross-ditch, and inertia made Xiaoshan's head hit the windshield, and the Japanese in the car fell into a ball.

The suspension bridge was burned and the tires were pricked. Coupled with the blood flowing from the forehead, it seemed to strengthen Xiaoshan Zhengta's determination to pursue. If the enemy had ambush, they would not use this method to stop the pursuers. The pursuit had to accelerate and catch them before the enemy ran into the ditch. They wanted to tear them apart, cut off their heads, and hung them again in front of the stronghold to deter the damn Chinese.

Although there is only one car left, the number of soldiers has not decreased much. Of course, the carriage is crowded a lot. More than 30 imperial soldiers are still relying on force. Xiaoshan is covering his bleeding forehead, and there seems to be a layer of red film in front of him. Although his vision is blurred, his anger is constantly rising in his heart.

Still chasing? Meng Youtian narrowed his eyes. Although he was prepared for this, he did not expect that there would be a chance of ambush. He did stimulate the nerves of Xiaoshan Shota, but he obviously would not know the final result of this stimulation. Just like you whispered to others, you would not know exactly what others would be angry.

"Brother Arita, there is the ambush area ahead." Xiaoquan looked at the smoke and dust behind him, reminding Meng Youtian.

Meng Youtian nodded and said, "Then act according to the plan. Remember to fight accurately and ruthlessly, so that the enemy will die half of him before getting off the car. When we fight head-on, we will suffer a great loss."

"I understand." Xiao Quan patted the handlebar-style shoulders, and the car began to slow down. At a turn, he and a guerrilla jumped out of the car and quickly got into the grass on the side of the road.

The mule cart ran for a short distance and stopped on the side of the road. Meng Youtian and his companions got out of the car and climbed onto the mound next to the road.

Xiaoshan Masata blinked hard, squeezed the blood flowing into his eyes, and saw clearly the situation ahead. The enemy's speed slowed down, and the beast must be unable to bear it. He gritted his teeth and smiled grimly. Let's see where you are going? Under the power of modern transportation, the damn Chinese will soon become a ghost under the knife.

Angry, excited, lost, angry, and excited again, Masata Koyama's mood is ups and downs like a roller coaster today, and the hope that just floated in his heart was ruthlessly shattered in a flash. He was quite confident in the combat power of his soldiers. Of course, the Japanese rarely missed in normal combat, but his estimates inevitably had deviations. Because his opponents would not confront the Japanese soldiers in a dignified manner, Meng Aota was better at conspiracy and more preferred to use unconventional means to create killing.

"Bang"! The hope that had just emerged on the hill was knocked into a star in the sky. A well-covered cross-ditch prevented the car from moving forward, and the Japanese in the car fell into a ball.

"Dadada..." Angry flames erupted from the grass beside the road, like a sickle of death swept towards the crowded Japanese in the carriage. The bullets "double..." made a terrifying sound of drilling into the sky, blood splashing, screaming in pain.

The gunshots became fierce, with the sound of the 38th large covers, the sound of Hanyang, and the sound of old sleeves. Bullets shot out from the woods and grass beside the road, and shot at the enemy with a beaker.

Half of them died before getting off the car. Although Meng Youtian's imagination was not achieved, it was not far from it. More than 30 Japanese devils suffered heavy losses under this sudden and violent attack, and the rest screamed and jumped out of the car. The Japanese devils were well-trained and combat-capable troops. They woke up from their initial ignorance, and their arrogant, fierce, vicious and cruel nature began to take off. Relying on the cover of the car, two crooked machine guns quickly shot "dadada" and the Japanese soldiers hiding under the car also began to fight back fiercely.

"Bang hook!" An inadvertent gunshot sounded, and the Japanese machine gun went mute, but then they began to shoot wildly again.

Meng Youtian pushed the bullet and loaded it coldly, aimed again coldly, and gently pulled the plate machine. The Japanese machine gunner seemed to have been punched hard, his head swayed suddenly and fell to the ground dejectedly.

"Tun, uni, uni!" With three muffled sounds, the earth-made grenade launcher shot out more than a dozen grenades one after another, with a trace of blue smoke, and they all fell down and exploded. In the air and on the ground, smoke and dust filled the air, shrapnel flying. The car was blown up and flames rose.

"Dadada..." The Japanese machine gun became even more crazy. Under the command of the officer, two crooked hands were adjusted aside. After the firepower was prepared, with the officer's orders at the top of his lungs, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers got up from the ground and howled and attacked the mounds beside the road.

"Bang!" Meng Youtian brought down the Japanese officer waving his sword, and the Japanese charge was stagnant.

"Bang hook!" A Japanese man holding a machine gun to cover his companion's attack was stunned and lowered his head. A bullet came out from behind his chest. His strength was rapidly disappearing from the wound with blood. He fell down straight.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Several explosions sounded in front of the mound, and pre-buried stones shot out under the impact of gunpowder, and the chargers were surrounded by firelight and black smoke.

Before the smoke of gunpowder dissipated, the guerrillas in ambush jumped up and rushed over with guns and shouted loudly. On the other side of the road, the ambush with the backbone of militia as the front line also launched a charge.

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