"Call me the order, the 2nd Squadron of the 3rd Baggage Brigade will stay behind to protect the baggage!"

"The 2nd Baggage Brigade, the 1st and 3rd Squadrons of the 3rd Brigade, follow me to attack the enemy's heavy artillery position!"

Lieutenant Colonel Nagasaki Yoshio issued the combat order with murderous intent.

Following his orders.

In the woods, empty Type 94 trucks were driven out of their hiding places.

On the 1994 truck, the Japanese even used some tree branches to spread on the truck to hide themselves.

"Haaaagu!"

"Haaaagu!"

"..."

Under the orders of the Japanese squadron leaders and squad leaders.

The Japanese armed with 38 rifles and crooked light machine guns and with grass rings on their heads boarded the vehicle one after another.

The movements are skillful and orderly, and the fighting spirit is full of enthusiasm.

For those who didn’t know, they thought they were the main elite of the Japs.

However, the Japs moved very quickly.

In just two minutes, 1,500 Japanese soldiers were assembled and all boarded the train.

Nagasaki Yoshio also boarded a truck near the front, whipped out his command saber, and ordered with murderous intent: "Open the way!"

The motors of the 1994 trucks rang out, and there were more than 60 trucks loaded with Japanese troops.

They filed out of the woods and pounced along the road towards a new group of Katyusha rocket launchers.

…

"Captain, look, the Japanese transport troops are coming out!"

Special operations team member Wang Yousheng exclaimed and immediately reported to Duan Peng and Wang Xikui.

Duan Peng and Wang Xikui heard this and quickly raised their telescopes to take a look.

Sure enough, at the entrance road to the woods, we saw Japanese 94 trucks driving out. The trucks were loaded with Japanese troops carrying live ammunition, and two crooked machine guns were mounted on the roof of the driving shed of the first truck.

"The Japanese want to take away our Katyusha artillery position!"

As soon as Wang Xikui saw the direction in which the Japanese convoy was heading, he immediately understood the Japanese's intention.

"Now there's something good to watch!"

"This bunch of devils are here to show off their military exploits."

A smile suddenly appeared on Wang Gensheng, the captain of the 1st Squadron:

"Our new regiment's heavy tank battalion and more than 200 heavy tanks from each heavy-armed combined battalion are coming from the Katyusha rocket launcher position."

"Dozens of Japanese trucks are coming right up to meet us."

"Tsk tsk...the next scene is so beautiful."

Duan Peng also smiled slightly: "However, this saves us from using our main force. There is at most one squadron of Japs left in the woods."

He was just discussing with Wang Xikui how to seize the Japanese war supplies.

Calling in air support to bomb and direct Katyusha rocket bombing will definitely not work.

One round of aerial bombs and one round of rockets washed the ground, and the combat supplies were directly destroyed.

Although this batch of combat supplies is useless to the New Regiment.

But the combat supplies of the three divisions are not a small amount.

Even if the new regiment cannot use it, it can be used by other Eighth Route Army brother units.

For example, the brothers of the Jizhong Eighth Route Army had just fought a fierce battle with the Japanese.

If we can get supplies of this batch of combat materials.

Combat effectiveness can be improved quickly.

"Let's not watch the show either."

"Give me the order."

"Ready to fight!"

Duan Peng looked solemn and gave the order.

At this time, the tank troops were about to arrive, and there was no need to guide the Katyusha rocket troops to fire.

After the Japanese army left the woods, Duan Peng prepared to lead a squadron of sharp swords to kill the remaining Japanese soldiers.

"yes!"

Wang Xikui turned around and went to deliver the order.

"Chengfeng, immediately call Sun Desheng, commander of the heavy tank battalion, and inform him that a group of Japanese soldiers is heading towards them!"

"There are about 60 Japanese cars!"

Immediately, Duan Peng issued another order to Ma Chengfeng, the correspondent of the Sharp Sword Brigade.

"Yes, Captain!"

Ma Chengfeng immediately picked up the walkie-talkie and called Sun Desheng.

…

"go ahead!"

On the Japanese military convoy, on the Type 94 truck, Lieutenant Colonel Nagasaki Yoshio waved the command sword in his hand and roared loudly.

He looked proud.

It seemed as if what was under my feet was not a Type 94 truck, but a Type 97 medium tank.

Nagasaki Yoshio and Yamazaki Yehei look a bit similar, especially their body shapes are quite different.

Both of them are short, bow-legged, and stocky, with necks as thick as their heads. At first glance, they look like a large shotgun bullet.

certainly.

Nagasaki Yoshio is the same as Yamazaki Yehei, they are both samurai who are ready to sacrifice themselves for His Majesty the Locust.

By this time, the entire convoy had already left the woods.

Every two trucks drove side by side along the road toward the Eighth Route Army's Katyusha rocket launcher position.

Nagasaki Yoshio turned around and looked at the majestic motorcade behind him.

The expression on his face swayed slightly when he thought that Po Tian's military exploits would belong to him.

Looking back, Lieutenant Colonel Nagasaki raised his telescope and looked forward.

Lieutenant Colonel Nagasaki's expression suddenly changed.

I saw a dozen tanks appearing in the field of view of the ∞ telescope, driving side by side in the direction of his convoy.

"Nani?"

Lieutenant Colonel Nagasaki exclaimed in disbelief.

He thought he had seen it wrong, so he raised the telescope again and looked forward, only to see more tanks appearing in the field of view of the telescope.

It was so densely packed that there were hundreds of them!

Behind the tanks were soldiers of the Eighth Route Army covering the mountains and plains.

The main force of the Eighth Route Army has arrived!

"Baga is the enemy!"

"retreat!"

"Retreat immediately!"

Lieutenant Commander Nagasaki's pupils shrank suddenly, and at that moment his scalp felt numb, and he was so frightened that he lost his mind.

After all, what is underfoot is not a Type 97 tank, but a Type 94 truck.

Even the Type 97 tank is no match for the Eighth Route Army tank unit.

Because of fear, Nagasaki Yoshio's entire face was twisted together.

But it's too late.

On the turret of the Eighth Route Army tank opposite, a long barrel mouth protruded, and bursts of fireworks were already blooming.

Accompanied by a muffled sound of tom tom.

A series of tank shells flashed orange-red trajectories in the air, hitting the two oncoming Japanese trucks!

Boom boom!
To be continued...