Bright Sword: I am an undercover agent in the puppet army

"Hi Yi!"

Nojiri Jiro bowed his head heavily, then turned around and signaled the flag bearer to pass on the order.

After receiving the order, the Japanese armored vehicle squadron quickly changed its formation. Five Type 5 light tanks were deployed in a line, staggered front and back, and about 30 meters apart, to ensure that the tanks in front would not block the firing range of the Type dual-purpose road and rail armored vehicles behind.

Looking at this iron barrel-like formation, the old devil Kasahara Koizumi couldn't help but raise his lips and said with a smug look on his face: "These damn Chinese Eighth Route Army are so stupid that they actually chose the open field in the eastern suburbs as the battlefield."

"Hi!" Nojiri Jiro nodded proudly, "This open area is very suitable for the advancement of armored units. It seems to be tailor-made for the Locust Army Armored Squadron."

After a pause, the old devil changed the subject and continued, "Perhaps the Tubalu thought that the Imperial Army had already dispatched all its armored units, and that the city was short of manpower."

"Yoshi!" Kasahara Koizumi nodded: "That should be the case."

The smile on the old devil's face became brighter and brighter, as if he had seen the Eighth Route Army's defensive positions being cut into pieces by the armored vehicle squadron. The first squadron then took advantage of the situation and charged forward, and the Eighth Route Army collapsed in an instant, fleeing in all directions across the mountains and plains like a stray dog.

In this battle, it will be difficult for their 22nd Infantry Regiment to lose!

However, at this moment, a long whistle suddenly sounded at the end of the railway track in the east: "Woo!~~~"

"What?" Kasahara Koizumi's smile froze, and he asked in disbelief, "Where did the whistle come from?"

"Is there a train coming into the station?" Nojiri Jiro also looked confused: "From Taiyuan or Niangziguan? A freight train or a passenger train? Why wasn't there any announcement?"

After a pause, before Kasahara Koizumi could speak, this guy asked himself and answered, "No, that's not right. Right now, all the major strongholds along the Zhengtai Railway are being attacked by the Tubalu Army. The locust army's trains can't reach Yangquan County at all."

The two old Japanese soldiers subconsciously stood on tiptoe, raised their heads, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

Then, a train vaguely appeared in the field of vision of the two old Japanese soldiers. Indistinctly, they seemed to see the cannons on the train, like giant steel beasts, with their muzzles pointing obliquely to the sky, which was frightening.

"This is... the armored train of the Locust Army?" Nojiri Jiro said with a look of surprise: "Are they safe? Did they make it back to Yangquan safely?"

Kasahara Koizumi's face was extremely gloomy: "No! The armored train of the Locust Army should have been hijacked by the Chinese Eighth Route Army. Otherwise, the Eighth Route Army intended to attack Yangquan. Even if they did not capture the armored train of the Locust Army, they would at least destroy the railway.

How could we allow an armored train to come to Yangquan so brazenly? "

Nojiri Jiro's expression changed drastically: "Doesn't that mean that the Locust Army Armored Vehicle Squadron and the First Infantry Battalion are in danger?"

Kasahara Koizumi said gloomily: "Immediately give the order, all locust troops immediately stop attacking and return to the county town."

"Hi Yi!"

Nojiri Jiro bowed his head heavily.

The flag soldiers then passed the order down.

However, at this moment, the armored vehicle squadron was less than 300 meters away from the Eighth Route Army's front line, and the enemy and our side had already engaged in combat.

In addition, the attacking Japanese soldiers thought that the armored train was their own. All of them were full of confidence and wanted to be the first to rush into the Eighth Route Army's position.

No one paid any attention to the flag signals of the flag soldiers.

To the extent that the Japanese flag soldiers almost broke their arms, they were still unable to pass on the order.

"Baka!" Kasahara Koizumi's face was extremely ugly, as if his parents had died: "You stupid idiots, why don't you read the flag signals?"

"Cavalry, send the cavalry forward immediately and give orders..."

……

At this time, the armored train had slowly stopped. In the dim light, Kasahara Koizumi vaguely saw that the muzzle of the 105mm caliber cannon on the vehicle had begun to move downward.

Immediately afterwards, the old Japanese saw several red lights flashing at the muzzle of the gun, and then he heard the dull sound of shells being fired.

At this time, the distance between the armored train and the Japanese armored vehicle squadron was less than one kilometer, and all the tanks and armored vehicles of the armored vehicle squadron were facing the Eighth Route Army's defensive positions in front. While having the largest cross-sectional area, their weakest sides were also exposed to the armored train's field of vision.

"Boom!"

“Boom boom boom!——”

Four explosions sounded in succession, and the four Type 4 light tanks of the armored vehicle squadron turned into four fireballs in an instant.

Countless pieces of steel flew everywhere along with the shock wave of the explosion.

The Japanese infantry who were coordinating the attack were also affected, suffering heavy casualties and screams.

One of the cannon shells caused the tank's ammunition depot to explode, causing an even larger ball of fire to rise into the sky, engulfing all the surrounding Japanese infantry and killing them on the spot.

The artillery position and its barrel were blown away ten or twenty meters, killing and injuring a large number of Japanese soldiers.

The armored train hit the target on its first shot, destroying the Japanese's four Type 4 light tanks in one fell swoop.

Within a thousand meters, facing the 105mm caliber cannon, let alone the Japanese Type light tank, a thin little thing, even the side armor of the German Tiger heavy tank was no different from a piece of paper and was easily torn apart in an instant.

Therefore, the four tanks were destroyed almost instantly, and the nearby Japanese infantry also suffered a devastating disaster.

The originally mighty offensive formation suddenly became sparse.

"Bagaya road!"

Looking at all this, Kasahara Koizumi almost fell to the ground.

Jiro Nojiri also stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to accept the cruel reality before him.

On the battlefield, the Japanese soldiers who were attacked were suddenly furious.

They all started to curse: "Baga! Why did those stupid idiots on the armored train fire at us? Are they blind?"

"Baga! They are not the Locust Army. It is the Eighth Route Army that hijacked the Locust Army's armored train!"

"What a bunch of idiots! They even lost an important strategic weapon like an armored train. They are simply sinners of the empire!"

……

Amidst the curses, the 10 vehicle-mounted machine guns of several Type dual-purpose road and rail armored vehicles in the back row had turned their muzzles and opened fire at the same time, pouring a dense rain of bullets towards the armored train not far away.

The turret of the only surviving Type 95 light tank had also turned and launched an attack on the armored train.

It has to be said that the quality of the Japanese armored soldiers is still quite high. Even when faced with such an emergency as the current one, they still maintained their formation and made the most correct response in the shortest time.

It is a pity that neither the 6.5mm caliber machine gun bullets of the Type 37 dual-purpose road and rail armored train nor the mm caliber main gun of the Type light tank can shake the thick armor of the armored train.

The 37mm caliber tank main gun caused the train to shake, while the 6.5mm caliber machine gun bullets simply splashed up clusters of sparks, like tickling, and did not cause even the slightest damage to the train.

Seeing this situation, the Japanese tank soldiers seemed to realize that something was wrong and began to move swiftly, trying to avoid the armored train's artillery counterattack.

But unfortunately, just before these tank soldiers drove their tanks and armored vehicles a short distance, four 4mm cannon shells seemed to have eyes and all hit the target accurately.

After a night of fierce fighting, the tactical quality of the independent regiment's artillery company has been qualitatively improved. Not only can they hit fixed targets accurately, but they also know how to set lead times when hitting moving targets.

After three rounds of salvos, all the Type 95 light tanks and Type 94 dual-purpose road and rail armored vehicles were scrapped and caught fire.

"Baka! Bakayaloo! Damn it, it's so damn damn!"

Kasahara Koizumi was so angry that his facial muscles shook violently, and his whole face was distorted and deformed, looking as ugly as a devil.

At this time, the Japanese cavalry finally passed the order to the front line. However, it seemed too late, because the Japanese soldiers of the First Infantry Battalion were already in chaos.

In addition to the artillery on the armored train starting to adjust its muzzle and aim at the Japanese infantry, each shot would blow a large number of Japanese soldiers into the sky.

More than a dozen Type 92 heavy machine guns on the armored train also opened fire fiercely.

Along with the "pop, pop, pop" sound like a woodpecker pecking at wood, the metal ammunition belt was continuously eaten into the barrel. However, when it came out from the other side of the machine gun, only the ammunition belt was left, and the bullet was split into two parts.

Bullet casings kept bouncing out of the ejection window and falling to the ground, while the bullets turned into streaks of light as the machine gunner swung left and right, shooting towards the Japanese soldiers several hundred meters ahead.

The unobstructed wilderness is extremely suitable for the advancement of armored units, and is also extremely suitable for heavy machine guns to harvest.

Countless machine gun bullets were like long whips in the hands of the god of death. Wherever they went, the Japanese were swept to the ground, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Some of the Japanese soldiers had their limbs broken and were lying on the ground crying for help in pain. Some of the Japanese soldiers had their heads blown up and blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

Some Japanese soldiers were cut in half, with their bloody internal organs spilling all over the ground.

Massacre, this is clearly a one-sided massacre!

The Japanese finally knew how to escape, and turned around and ran towards the city like dogs that had lost their homes.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army became braver and braver as the battle went on. Before this, they were basically beaten and chased by the Japanese invaders, and there were not many successful battles like this one.

All the soldiers were extremely excited. While pouring bullets at the devils, they kept greeting the devils' families using traditional Chinese culture.

"Ahhh! Go to hell, you little devil! Go to hell for me!"

"I'll fuck your grandma, you little devil!"

"I'll fuck your ancestors, you little devil! Fuck your immortals!"

"Fuck you, you little devils, die, all of you, die!"

Countless bullets, carrying the Eighth Route Army soldiers' fury, rushed straight towards the Japanese crowd.

After the Japanese soldiers dispersed, they began to change from continuous shooting to burst shooting, chasing the Japanese crowd and not giving them any chance to survive.

"Da da da!"

"Da da da da da!——"

The bullets hit the enemy closely behind, raising clusters of debris. From time to time, a few enemy soldiers would be caught up and lie on the ground, wailing and screaming in pain.

Some Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot.

However, this was a relief for them, as at least they died without any pain.

Li Yunlong was amazed as he watched through the train's observation window.

Xu Yang reminded from the side: "Captain Li, it's time to launch the charge."

Li Yunlong slapped his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, yes. Look at my poor memory. I was just watching the fun."

"Bugler, blow the charge immediately!"

“Beep, beep, beep, beep!—”

As soon as the charge sounded here, several buglers on the defensive position jumped out of the bunker, put one foot on the bunker, half-crouched, raised their necks, and blew the charge horn even louder.

Then, the battalion commander Zhang Dabiao grabbed his military cap on the top of his head and threw it hard to the ground.

He brandished his saber and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Comrades, charge! Kill! Kill all these damned Japs!"

"Charge, kill!"

Thousands of Eighth Route Army soldiers jumped out of their shelters, roaring, and rushed towards the defeated Japanese army like a wave.

The deafening shouts and cries of killing gathered into one and pierced the sky, as if to pierce the almighty sky, which was heart-wrenching.

A timid person would be frightened just by hearing this sound.

The Japanese army was in ruins and no one was left to stop the enemy.

The puppet soldiers of the security corps near the railway crossing only fired a few shots symbolically, some even fired into the air, and then mixed with the defeated Japanese troops and ran towards the city in a disorderly manner.

Nojiri Jiro and Rukawa Shunichi quickly carried Kasahara Koizumi and ran back: "Captain (Colonel), it's too dangerous here. Let's go back to the headquarters and send a telegram to the brigade headquarters and Taiyuan headquarters to ask for tactical guidance."

Kasahara Koizumi didn't act any more and ran back in a panic.

However, while fleeing in panic, the old Japanese did not forget to look back, and then he saw that in addition to the Eighth Route Army infantry, the armored train had also started again and was heading straight into the city.

Kasahara Koizumi's heart sank to the bottom, for he knew that the Eighth Route Army was planning to use the firepower of armored vehicles to completely tear open the railway crossing and cover the infantry's rush into the city.

At this time, it was impossible to redeploy defenses at the railway crossing to stop the advance of the armored train.

It seems that the only option is to enter the city, gather the remaining troops, and engage in street fighting to fight a decisive battle with the Eighth Route Army.

……

Taiyuan.

Japanese First Army Headquarters.

After staying up all night, Yoshio Shinozuka's tense nerves relaxed a lot.

Because it would be daybreak in half an hour at most, and by then the air force could be dispatched. Even if they could not inflict heavy casualties on the Eighth Route Army, they could at least ensure their own safety.

So, at this time, no news is the best news.

But at this moment.

A communications staff officer on duty suddenly came up to Shinozuka Yoshio with a translated message and reported: "Commander, something is not going well. The 22nd Infantry Regiment of Yangquan sent an urgent message that Yangquan County was attacked by the Eighth Route Army and the enemy has dispatched at least 5000 people.

Not only that, the Locust Army's armored train was also hijacked by the enemy.

Under the attack of the armored train, the 22nd Infantry Regiment of the Locust Army suffered heavy casualties. We are specifically requesting tactical guidance!"

"What? What did you say?"

Yoshio Shinozuka had a gloomy face. He grabbed the other person's collar with both hands, put his big mouth close to the other person's face, questioned him harshly, and spit all over the other person's face.

"Commander, something terrible has happened. The 22nd Infantry Regiment of Yangquan has sent an urgent telegram that Yangquan County has been attacked by the Eighth Route Army, and the enemy has dispatched at least 5000 troops.

Not only that, the Locust Army's armored train was also hijacked by the enemy.

Under the attack of the armored train, the 22nd Infantry Regiment of the Locust Army suffered heavy casualties. We are specifically requesting tactical guidance!"

The communications officer repeated it tremblingly, not even daring to wipe the spit off his face.

……

(End of this chapter)