1.5 kilometers away from the Railway Guards, a series of Japanese railway patrol vehicles were coming quickly.

The light at the front of the car drew a bright light in the darkness, as if a ferocious dragon was rushing towards its prey.

The old Japanese devil in Xiangyuan stood at the window on the second floor of the railway security office building, his eyes flashing with excitement and expectation.

The same is true for the captain Takahashi and several guards behind him. Takahashi even flattered: "Thanks to your command, otherwise I would have no idea whether we can persist until now in such a cruel battle."

Takahashi's flattery made the old Japanese devil feel very comfortable. He smiled and nodded, "You are also a very promising young man, and your future will be bright!"

Takahashi quickly bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Xiangyuan for your appreciation!"

The old Japanese devil Xiangyuan was very satisfied with Takahashi's humility. He was about to say a few more words of praise, but he didn't expect that at this moment, a deafening rumbling sound suddenly sounded, instantly breaking all his fantasies.

In front of the railway patrol car, a bridge suddenly collapsed, and huge stones and wood splashed everywhere.

The Japanese on the patrol car screamed in horror, but it was too late. The railway patrol car weighing dozens of tons plunged into the collapsed bridge and was then overturned in mid-air.

The explosion of fire rose into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

The patrol car was wrapped in violent flames in the air. Then, it fell into the dry riverbed along with the broken bridge, making a earth-shaking sound.

This scene was extremely shocking, which made everyone present feel a palpitation.

The old Japanese devil Xiangyuan looked at everything in front of him in a daze, and the excitement on his face instantly disappeared without a trace.

The Japanese behind him were also in an uproar, watching their reinforcements disappear in disbelief.

At this time, before the Japanese had come to their senses, they were brought back to reality by a series of gunfires.

Just as their mood was sliding down from the trough like a roller coaster, a group of Chunjiang Good Guerrillas dressed in ordinary people's clothes but well-trained, rushed in under the guidance of Dragon Boat Festival.

On the watchtower, the Japanese machine gunner was crouching in the bunker made of sandbags. His eyes were aimed at the guerrillas rushing in through the sight of the machine gun.

This Japanese machine gunner was very calm. Even the railway patrol car that reinforcements were bombed, it never caused any sensation in his heart.

He is a natural soldier and always keeps vigilant about the surrounding situation.

He gently placed his finger on the trigger, preparing to slaughter his prey like a hunter.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, a bullet without warning had already hit his forehead and drilled in.

This is naturally the Dragon Boat Festival's move, and Dragon Boat Festival aimed at this Japanese machine gunner in the morning.

The Japanese machine gunners did not experience any emotional fluctuations in response to the destruction of reinforcements, and the Dragon Boat Festival was also very surprising.

But he was just an accident. He stared at the Japanese machine gunner early, and then, with a shot, he killed his life at the moment when he smiled proudly.

At the same time, the guerrillas who were already ready to go launched a fierce attack on the Japanese in the Railway Guard Office like bullets.

The guns in their hands sprayed out angry flames and sent bullets into the Japanese body accurately.

The Japanese wailed and fell to the ground, and the entire battlefield was instantly in chaos.

Seeing this, the old Japanese devil in Xiangyuan was furious and ordered all their Japanese devils to be dispatched, including his guards.

He attempted to turn the tide, organize an effective counterattack, and drive out the enemies who had already rushed in.

He shouted loudly, ordering his Japanese to launch a counterattack against the guerrillas, and even trying to fight against the other party at close range.

The Japanese have always been very confident in their thorn fighting skills, so the old Japanese in Xiangyuan believe that as long as six or seven imperial troops rushed into the enemy's camp, it would be enough to resolve the battle.

However, he was wrong again. The enemy who rushed in did not give them a chance to get close at all, and it seemed that there was an enemy with very accurate marksmanship and almost no missed guns.

The young officer of medium size was like a god of war, invincible on the battlefield.

He sometimes jumped, sometimes dodged, sometimes rolled forward, and every move he could accurately avoid the attacks of his Imperial Army.

And this man's shooting skills are really good. As soon as he fires, an imperial army will be shot dead on the spot.

The Imperial Army's attack was blocked and there were signs of retreating.

Because under the leadership of that officer, other rebels were possessed by the god of war.

They followed the young officer and launched a charge, and the Japanese Imperial Army could not resist it at all.

Moreover, the enemies in the back mountain also came to cause trouble for him at this time. The imperial army that suppressed the firepower in the back mountain had already been in a hurry several times.

At this time, the situation was over, and words like "The End of the Road" kept flashing in the mind of the old Japanese devil in Xiangyuan.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the old devil in Xiangyuan ordered in despair: "The whole person threw grenades at the place where the shells were stored and exploded the shells. It is time for us to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

All the Japanese present felt a chill in their hearts. But when they saw that the enemy was approaching, they were relieved.

They were defeated in this battle, and the only dozen left of them could not stop their enemy's attack at all.

So the Japanese rushed out of their last line of defense in despair, and prepared to throw the grenades into the shell boxes in the yard with the enemy's bullets.

But Dragon Boat Festival paid attention to this early. He picked up a Japanese machine gun, aimed it at the Japanese who rushed out and fired.

Other guerrillas also followed suit and even rushed out of the cover, constantly pulling the bolts to shoot.

So the Japanese killed as many as they rushed out. Even if someone pulled the safety ring of the grenade, they didn't have time to throw it out. Finally, they fell down and exploded in their own hands.

"Baga Road!"

At this moment, a Japanese man on the roof rushed over with a machine gun and shot him angrily. Even if the Dragon Boat Festival discovered him and fired him, it would be useless.

The Japanese were determined to die with the Dragon Boat Festival and others. They were hit by three machine gun bullets but did not retreat. They shot seven or eight bullets on the ammunition box of the shells.

It's just a pity that the shells did not explode as he expected, but nothing happened.

Dragon Boat Festival sneered: "Where are shells so easy to explode? And there are wooden boxes outside as protection? Even if the shell is hit by a machine gun bullet, the shell will not explode unless the bullet is hit at the fuse position of the shell."

So before, the Dragon Boat Festival deliberately attacked the Japanese artillery shells in the back mountain, which was actually useless. Because the shells could not be blown up at all.

But the Japanese didn't seem to know this and actually paid a heavy price for it.
Chapter completed!