More than 1,600 Japanese men walked and stopped along the road, and marched for more than two hours and walked less than ten kilometers.

The Chief of Staff walked in the middle of the team, looking at the sixteen mountain cannons beside him, loving and hating.

Since the troops led the field artillery squadron to march, the two large-caliber mortars that had attacked themselves before have never appeared. This is undoubtedly great news.

But the problem is also that the mountain cannons cannot be carried and marched like mortars. They must be pulled by mules and horses, especially the field cannons. Because they are too heavy, it is difficult to move forward normally if the road is slightly worse.

The National Salvation Army, which had blocked itself before, seemed to be very clear about these problems. The troops had just walked two or three kilometers along the highway, and a large number of potholes appeared on the flat road.

The Chief of Staff knew at a glance that this was intentional by the National Salvation Army blocking the troops. In order to allow the mountain artillery to advance smoothly, the troops could only repair the roads destroyed by the National Salvation Army while marching, and the marching speed naturally slowed down.

"Sir..." The telegrapher suddenly caught up with him, looking very nervous, and reported while gasping.

"We had a disconnection with the train station, and no response was received no matter how we called them!"

The news shocked the Chief of Staff too much. Before he could speak, the captain next to him asked anxiously: "Is the railway station already lost?"

The chief of staff finally reacted, and then his head shook like a rattle: "The railway station will definitely not fail so quickly. When I contacted the railway station last time, there were still six or seven hundred people in the hands of Grandpa Jiangkou. How long has it been passed? Even if six or seven hundred pigs were scattered at the railway station, the National Rescue Army would not be able to kill them all."

"It must be a problem with the radio station."

"The National Salvation Army that attacked the railway station was equipped with a large number of mountain guns. It is not ruled out that they hit the command center when they launched artillery fire strikes on the railway station and destroyed the radio station!"

Speaking of this, the Chief of Staff immediately ordered the telegrapher: "Don't spread this news first. The troops' marching speed must continue to accelerate. When we arrive at the railway station, we will know what's going on?"

“Hayi…”

Seeing the telegraph officer leave, although the Chief of Staff was calm, his heart was covered with a shadow.

As the only highway for the train station to contact the superiors, the radio station must be protected by the Ekou Grandpa as a treasure and follows him all the time.

If something happened to the radio station, Eguchi Major might have happened.

As the only remaining captain of the railway station garrison, his accident will definitely affect the morale and morale of the troops, making it easier for the railway station to be captured by the national rescue army.

So he is very anxious now and wants to fly directly to the train station...

After more than an hour of stopping and stopping, the Japanese army finally reached less than five kilometers away from the railway station.

The road ahead follows the ravine, with gentle slopes and hills on both sides, which is a natural ambush battlefield.

But the desert slopes and hills are bare, and there is not even a place for Tibetans. It is very difficult for the National Salvation Army to ambush here, and they have no extra troops to come here to fight their own ambush.

On the prudent side, the Chief of Staff sent dozens of soldiers to rush up the deserted slopes and hills to investigate, and then continued to move forward after confirming that there were really no ambush above. Anyway, the road ahead also needs time to repair, and it will take a few minutes to investigate while the road is being built.

The result was exactly the same as he judged. The deserted slope was empty, not only did there be no ambush, but there were no signs of soldiers' activities.

The Chief of Staff completely lost his worries: "The troops continued to advance and quickly passed through the ravine in front..."

On the top of the mountain one kilometer away, because the distance was too far, the Japanese scouts did not find it.

Zhou Cheng stood above and could clearly see a fire dragon formed by the Japanese army.

Seeing them quickly entering the pocket array, their expressions were both nervous and excited.

Because the Japanese army was holding a torch, with the help of a telescope, Zhou Cheng could clearly see the location of the sixteen mountain cannons.

They were lined up, all pulled by mules and horses, less than ten meters away from the front and back, and were guarded by infantry in the middle of the road.

After they happened to enter the firepower coverage area of ​​the artillery battalion, they immediately ordered: "Start the attack..."

“Baoba…”

Three red signal flares flew into the sky at the same time, and the night made them even more dazzling. They could see clearly within a radius of four or five kilometers, and the Japanese marching on the highway were no exception.

The Chief of Staff knew that he had been fooled at first glance, but he couldn't figure out where he was fooled.

There are not even ambushing troops on both sides of the highway, how can the National Salvation Army attack itself!

"Woooooooo..." The whistle of shells passing through the sky quickly rang over his head, and the sound became louder and louder, obviously coming towards them, and the Chief of Staff suddenly woke up.

After looking at the surrounding terrain and the mountain cannons around him, his face turned pale in an instant: "No, we have been fooled. The National Salvation Army wants to ambush us here with artillery. To be precise, it is ambushing our artillery troops."

"There are desert slopes and hills on both sides of the highway. The cannons in the mountains cannot go up, so they can only return to the same route under the fire... Rumble..."

Before he could finish his words, the explosion rang in his ears.

The nearest flame was less than twenty meters away from him. If the guard hadn't pounced him on the ground in time, there would have been a burst of shells piercing into his body.

"Lead here, hurry up..." The guard captain looked afraid of orders.

The two guards rushed to the Chief of Staff quickly, and stood on the left and right and climbed up the deserted slope next to them at a very fast speed.

Some veterans who were quick to react also tried their best to move to the desert slope. Most of the shells that had just been smashed fell on the road. Only by staying away from there can we avoid artillery attacks.

Soldiers can climb hills, but not mountain cannons.

The gunner guarding next to the cannon was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He used all his strength and wanted to push the cannon to the deserted slope.

Unfortunately, the artillery is too heavy, and it is difficult to push no matter how hard they try.

The shells falling from the sky will not give them time because the artillery is too heavy.

"Boom...

"The second round of shells quickly hit the road, and most of the mountain artillery was in the artillery fire coverage area. During the violent explosion, a large number of gunners were killed, and many guns were blown over with the gunners.

The Chief of Staff followed the guards to leave the road forty or fifty meters before stopping. Looking back, he happened to see the scene of the third round of shells falling down.

Under the flames, a large number of soldiers were killed and injured by the section where the mountain artillery was located, and five or six artillery pieces were blown over.

In the new round of explosions, not only dozens of corpses were added on the road, but two mountain cannons that were turning around were overturned. The alive artillery still surrounded the remaining mountain cannons, trying their best to transfer them to a safe position.

For soldiers, weapons are half of their lives and will never be discarded unless they have to.

The barren slope cannot come and the road ahead has not been repaired yet. I can only find a way to turn around and retreat with the shells that have been smashed down from above my head.
Chapter completed!