Bright Sword: I built Italian cannons for Li Yunlong

Li Yunlong pointed to the dirt road in the distance: "This transport team comes from Shijiazhuang and delivers supplies to Taiyuan, making one trip every five days."

The first three times they took the northern route, bypassing Jingxing and Yangquan, which took them more than half a day longer.

But every time they passed through this area, they slowed down and stopped to observe.

They even sent people over several times to secretly investigate.

"I guessed what those Japanese devils were up to back then."

A sly glint flashed in Li Yunlong's eyes. "The road we're taking will save them at least half a day."

But the Japanese aren't stupid; they're afraid we'll ambush them.

For the past two weeks, they've been probing to see if any of our people are in this area.

Zhang Dabiao suddenly realized: "So you want me to only set up covert sentries for the next two weeks, and stop all overt patrols?"

Li Yunlong nodded: "That's right. They want to watch, so let's let them watch to their heart's content and make them think that this road is perfectly safe."

Let them think that their harassment a while ago made us give up on this area.

Hehe, over time, they'll naturally let their guard down.

It's just like fishing. If you give them enough bait and are patient, it's only a matter of time before they bite.

Zhang Dabiao's eyes lit up: "They're too naive to think they can outsmart the regimental commander."

"Commander, when do we make our move?"

Li Yunlong raised his hand and pressed it down: "Don't rush."

Let's wait until all their troops are inside our valley before we talk. Then we can close the door and trap them, making it impossible for them to retreat.

Tell the brothers that they are well hidden.

If anyone alerts the Japanese at this moment and ruins this meal that's already in our mouths, I'll beat him to a pulp when we get back.

Heh heh! These Japanese devils are very cunning.

I know this place can't hide many people.

They dared to take this path because they felt that even if they encountered us, they wouldn't suffer any losses.

Zhang Dabiao said, "Commander, you're really something. You figured out exactly what those Japanese devils were thinking."

With our terrain, there are only these few earthen mounds on both sides; it would be difficult to hide even a company.

The Japanese must have calculated that even if a real battle broke out, their few dozen men, plus their nearly one hundred lackeys, would be too much for an ordinary person to handle.

Li Yunlong grinned, revealing a mouthful of large, smoky teeth: "Hehe, Da Biao, you're right. Blame these beasts for running into us."

"In the past two weeks, we've made quite a fortune thanks to the smokeless powder bullets and incendiary bombs we got from Lao Zhou."

We are now well-equipped and have a strong army; dealing with these little devils is more than enough for us.

He glanced at the four Type 92 heavy machine guns covered with tarpaulins behind him: "When the Japanese fall into the trap, I'll show them what real firepower do."

Zhang Dabiao chuckled: "Regimental Commander, with these four big guns, we'll beat these little devils so badly they won't even recognize their own mothers."

At this moment, a mixed transport convoy of Japanese and puppet troops was slowly moving along a dirt road more than ten miles away.

Ahead were two Type 94 six-wheeled trucks, their cargo beds fully loaded with ammunition boxes and supplies.

More than forty Japanese soldiers, fully armed, followed behind the truck in a battle formation. Behind them were more than seventy puppet troops, following loosely.

At the very back of the convoy were two more trucks, trailing behind.

The Japanese squad was equipped with two Type 92 heavy machine guns, three Type 91 light machine guns, and four Type 89 grenade launchers.

The puppet army company was equipped with one Czech light machine gun, and the rest were all rifles.

Although it lacked armored vehicles, this level of firepower was sufficient to deal with an entire battalion of the Eighth Route Army on the Chinese battlefield.

Japanese platoon leader Ichiro Same rode on horseback.

He's been watching this road for half a month.

The first three times he took the northern route, it took more than six hours longer than usual, leaving him exhausted and his buttocks almost shaking off the wheels.

However, taking the southern route would require traversing these hills, and there was a risk of encountering local guerrillas.

For the past two weeks, every time he returned from the northern route and passed through this area, he would send people to conduct reconnaissance, but they found no trace of the Eighth Route Army patrolling.

It seems that the Eighth Route Army in this area had long been driven into the mountains by the harassment from the front-line troops during this period.

He had originally planned to observe the situation for a while longer, but last night he received an urgent order that the ammunition must be delivered to Taiyuan before dawn tomorrow.

Taking the northern route would definitely be too late, so after thinking it over, he decided to try the southern route.

Even after actually setting foot on the southern route, Ichiro Saeki still felt somewhat uneasy.

But after carefully observing the surrounding terrain and his own firepower configuration, he felt reassured again.

The road is sloped gently on both sides, making it difficult to conceal a large force.

Even if the Eighth Route Army wanted to fight, they could only ambush one company at most.

A company against more than a hundred men, he had heavy machine guns, grenade launchers, and trucks for cover, it was not certain who would win or lose.

Thinking this way, my worries lessened.

"Give the order." Zuo Muyilang cracked his whip, "Full speed ahead, maintain battle formation, heavy machine guns ready to be deployed at any time."

He then shouted to the puppet troops, "You all stay alert, and if you find anything, report it immediately."

The puppet army captain bowed and scraped, "Don't worry, sir, the brothers are all keeping an eye on things."

The column sped forward, and half an hour later, the Japanese and puppet army transport convoy was completely within the ambush zone.

Zuo Muyilang watched the convoy drive into the rolling hills and valleys.

They also became vigilant, knowing that he was no ordinary incompetent person to serve as the Japanese transport captain.

"Form battle formation, spread out, stay alert, and be careful."

Upon hearing the order, the Japanese soldiers quickly dispersed, while the puppet troops, belatedly realizing what was happening, hurriedly hid behind the trucks.

The two Type 92 heavy machine guns were quickly mounted on the truck by the Japanese soldiers, and then their firing angles were adjusted in an orderly manner.

"Commander, the Japanese are coming in. Should we open fire? They've set up their machine guns." Zhang Dabiao said anxiously.

Li Yunlong waved his hand: "No rush, let's wait until their rear guard has all entered the valley."

He squinted and continued to observe.

Zuo Muyilang rode his horse back and forth in the middle of the caravan; the valley was too quiet.

The silence was unsettling.

He raised his binoculars and carefully examined the hillsides on both sides, but still found nothing unusual.

Although no trace of Eighth Route Army activity had been found in the past two weeks, as a veteran who had fought his way from Northeast China to North China, he still instinctively sensed a hint of danger.

He loudly ordered his soldiers to increase their vigilance.

But the Japanese soldiers under his command, seeing that they had not found any danger for a long time, quickly lost their vigilance. In particular, the traitors came out from behind the truck's cover and continued to stand loosely.

"Get ready." Seeing this, Li Yunlong lowered his voice and gestured behind him.

The soldiers immediately sprang into action. Four Type 92 heavy machine guns were quietly positioned for pre-firing, their muzzles aimed at the convoy below.

The grenade launcher operators adjusted their angles, with three specially made incendiary bombs placed in front of each of them.