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Volume 1 Homeless Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (Part 1)

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    Heaven and Earth (Part 1) "Company Commander, the train will be here soon." An Eighth Route Army soldier hunched over and walked through the withered yellow bushes, spraying white smoke from his mouth, "It's about the same distance from here.  It's more than a thousand meters away, and there's an armored road patrol car ahead. "I know." Zhang Songling reached out and patted the soldier on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and drink some water. The feast has already been given to the little devil."  "Ready." "Yes." The young soldier agreed in a low voice, took the water bottle from his comrade, and drank heavily.  "Xiao Chen, you are responsible for the observation. Xiao Huang, you will detonate this time. Remember, you must wait until the armored vehicle has passed the fourth pier before exploding." Looking back at the eager soldiers behind him, Zhang Songling calmly made arrangements.  "Yes, company commander." The soldiers agreed, skillfully grabbed telescopes, simple guillotines and other items, and began to make the final preparations before blasting in an orderly manner. As long as Zhang Songling, a fat student company officer, was around, they felt special in their hearts.  Be practical. In the past, when everyone blew up the bridge and piled seven or eight explosives on it, they might not be able to blow it up. But since the fat student company officers came, they only need two explosives at a time, and no matter how strong the bridge is, it can be blown.  It exploded into the sky all of a sudden, and everyone no longer had to risk being shot by the machine gun on the armored patrol car by pulling the fuse at close range. Instead, they hid far away in the dense forest near the explosion point.  Press the switch knife in your hand, and it won't take even half a second from the moment you do it to hearing the explosion. The little devil will never be able to escape because of the delay in the fuse.  "After blowing up the bridge, don't be busy carrying supplies with others." Zhang Songling squatted down and checked the homemade battery detonator again, while whispering, "Go directly to the front of the train and destroy the boiler for me.  Drop it, and the armored vehicle. If the machine gun on it is not broken, use a wrench to remove it and take it away. Company Commander Liu of the machine gun company said that if we get him another one, he will give it to our special agent company.  "Big fat pig." "I understand, company commander, just wait and see." The soldiers agreed loudly, the expressions on their faces became more and more relaxed.  The Japanese armored patrol vehicles are very heavy and heavy, and are usually equipped with one or two Type 91 vehicle-mounted light machine guns. Although this gun is just a short stock version with a crooked handle, because the production is relatively small, the workmanship is much better than that of its own.  The relative's crooked handle has many advantages, such as large ammunition capacity, low failure rate, and high shooting accuracy. It also has a 2.5x telescopic sight above the machine gun, which greatly increases the attack distance of the gun.  and killing range, so every captured one will be regarded as a treasure by the Eighth Route Army combat units, and will never be discarded like ordinary crooked weapons.  The special agent company led by Zhang Songling has been showing off its skills on the railway recently and has captured several Japanese truck-mounted machine guns. However, compared with the needs of the entire 24th Regiment, it is definitely a drop in the bucket. Therefore, before each expedition, there are brothers  The leaders of the army quietly came to the door, offered various benefits, and requested that they be given priority.  The company commander of the special agent company, Zhao Baoquan, was an old Red Army veteran who had experienced the test of the Long March. He could not shame himself for accepting "bribes" in public, so he blamed all the things on Zhang Songling, who was assigned to the company as a tactical instructor and a graduate intern.  The trainees are part of a temporary establishment and will have to return to the headquarters sooner or later for reassignment. If they do something that violates discipline during the internship, no one is willing to take it seriously.  As a result, Zhang Songling prospered during his internship. Not only did the soldiers around him like this fat company deputy who was quick-minded and capable of fighting Japanese enemies, but also the commanders of the neighboring brothers' troops also liked this temperament.  The bold, polite and enthusiastic little fat man admired him very much. If the division headquarters hadn't already said hello, and the distribution of military school graduates was completely controlled by the military headquarters, the poachers would have been lined up long ago.  After Fatty Zhang's internship period ended, he immediately took him under his command, waiting for him to take a high position.  "Here it comes, here it comes, good guy, here comes a solid one." A low exclamation in his ears quickly drew Zhang Songling's gaze to the bridge deck 500 meters away. In the meager twilight, a row of wrapped people appeared.  The thickly armored Japanese Type 95 railway patrol car came slowly like a terrifying monster. There were two shooting holes on the left and right in front of the car, with a faint blue barrel protruding from each. If there was any sign of trouble, it would shoot wildly.  .  "Da da da, da da da" the bullets swept over everyone's heads, knocking down a bunch of icy branches. Clouds of water vapor rose up on the tree trunks, covering the originally small forest in white.  Seeing this scene in the smoke, the Japanese machine gunners became more and more uneasy, and poured bullets at them as if they were free, not missing every possible hiding place.  Xiao Huang, who was holding the switch tightly, groaned and fell softly, with blood gushing from his chest. Immediately, a soldier quickly took over his post, holding the blood-stained switch knife with one hand, his body as stable as a mountain, and Xiao Chen took on the task of observation.  He shrunk his shoulders and continued to lower his head.Reported, "Fifty meters, forty meters, twenty meters, ten, five, detonation." "Boom." As the switch fell, the entire bridge rose into the air, and the armored road patrol vehicle that had been showing off before was  Like a wooden toy, it was thrown up by the air waves, rolled twice in succession, and then fell headlong into the river in early spring.  "Boom." The ground under my feet was shaken by the smash, shaking like chaff, followed closely by a more violent wave of tremors, "Rumble, boom, boom.", the ground shook, and the mountains shook.  The material transport column behind the armored patrol car had no time to stop and fell into the river. Its huge body smashed into pieces on the ice, and ice cubes and water splashed into the air more than three feet high.  "Ta-ta-ta, tick-tat-tat-tat." The other platoons playing the main offensive role sounded the charge horn. Dozens of Eighth Route Army soldiers wearing gray-blue military uniforms, led by the spy company commander Zhao Baoquan, raised their bright  The bayonet suddenly emerged from the ground only more than a hundred meters away from the bridge head, and rushed towards the military column. At least half of the small group of Japanese soldiers responsible for escorting the vehicle were killed, and the rest suffered broken arms and legs, and heads.  The blood was flowing, and when he saw the Eighth Route Army, which was several times his size, approaching, he quickly grabbed the weapon closest to him and stood in waist-deep icy water to resist.  In the face of the thunderous offensive, their resistance was like snow foam in the sun, disappearing in the blink of an eye. The Eighth Route Army soldiers followed Zhang Songling's advance arrangements and rushed to the designated carriages, smashed the doors, and cleared away the remaining enemies inside.  Boxes of medicines and bundles of uniforms were carried out and placed on the shore, waiting for local departments to organize people to quickly transfer the supplies.  Zhang Songling and the demolition platoon were the furthest away from the river and the slowest to arrive. When they arrived, the entire train had been cleared of enemy troops, leaving only the armored patrol vehicle that had fallen in the middle of the river.  After cleaning, half of the car body was exposed on the water, and red blood stains continued to emerge from the machine gun muzzle.  "Xiao Chen, take a squad to dismantle the machine gun. Pay attention to safety. If you encounter a suspicious target, shoot first and ask questions later." Zhang Songling pointed to the patrol car and arranged for people to deal with the patrol car while he walked quickly  Walk to the locomotive, open the door, jump into the tilted cab, skillfully turn the drain valve on the side of the boiler, and discharge the boiling hot water from the corresponding pipe on the steam locomotive into the river.  Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the shovel and filled dozens of kilograms of high-quality lignite into the furnace. He turned around and jumped out, leading his brothers away quickly. Thick smoke spewed out from the chimney, rising up from Lao Gao and steel.  The steam boiler that was built emits a series of plaintive screams, like the last screams of a beast before it dies. Suddenly, the locomotive trembles, all the screams suddenly stop, and blue-gray smoke and white water vapor rush from the inside of the locomotive.  came out and turned the entire front of the locomotive into a huge steamer. (Note 1) Zhang Songling clapped his hands with satisfaction and continued walking towards the armored patrol car with the brothers in the demolition platoon. He no longer had to worry about the locomotive behind him.  , after all his efforts, no matter how good the engineer was, he could not repair the front of the car. The little Japanese reinforcements who came after hearing the news could only drag it away and return it to the furnace, or let it continue to lie in the river, exposed to the sun and rain.  , completely turned into a pile of scrap metal.  In the middle of the river, Xiao Chen and a squad of soldiers had opened the top cover of the armored patrol vehicle and got into the carriage. Soon, a complete vehicle-mounted light machine gun and a light machine gun with a deformed barrel but still possible to repair were revealed.  The machine guns were brought out by the soldiers in a relay, followed closely by two large boxes of 6.5mm bullets, with tens of thousands of rounds, each glowing with a warm yellow light, and then, Xiao Chen himself  Carrying a dying Japanese soldier on his back, he climbed out from the roof of the patrol car and waved to the brothers around him with difficulty, "Help me pull him, it seems he can be saved. Our regimental commander last time" "Bang." He said  His words were interrupted by the sound of a gunshot, and a stream of dirty blood came out of the head of the little devil on his back. He died on the spot, "You!" Xiao Chen was startled and glared at Zhang Songling, but the latter jumped forward.  Come on, quickly open the little devil's palm.  A Japanese grenade with the safety more than half removed appeared in front of everyone. Zhang Songling kicked the grenade into the river, then gave Xiao Chen a hug, "You are looking for death. I told you to shoot first and ask questions later."  "Why don't you listen?" "I, I" Xiao Chen, who was beaten, covered his face with shame, "Last time, the regiment leader said that he would capture a few alive and hand them over to the military region to form a Japanese awakening brigade.  "I" "Idiot." Zhang Songling gave another gentle hug, which was more of a comfort than a beating, "You don't even look at the people you're arresting. Those Japanese military doctors and railway technicians haven't done many bad things.  , just catch them, they may not fight you tooth and nail. The hands of machine gunners and elite Japanese troops like this are not stained with Chinese blood. In their hearts, they have already judged themselves.  The death penalty, but you want to capture them alive, aren't you rushing to let people have a backrest before they die?, hurry up and give it to meCome out, find explosives and blow up this car. Then we go to the coal refueling station where the little devils are. There are plenty of devils over there to catch you.  ¡± Note 1: Old-fashioned steam trucks are driven by coal-fired boilers, and specialized stokers are responsible for manually adding water and filling coal. If they are burned dry after draining the water, they will be easily scrapped.
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