The superiors paid so much attention to the war at Matsuyama Pass that Miyamoto Shizuichi naturally did not dare to neglect them. It has been almost three hours since they stayed here to add water and coal to the trains, but these trains still showed no sign of departure. Miyamoto Shizuichi
Then the train conductor was called over for questioning.
Hearing Miyamoto Shizuichi's inquiry, the train conductor quickly said respectfully: "Reporting to Taijun, according to normal procedures, it will take us three and a half hours to add water and coal. It's not time yet. It will probably take another one."
It will take an hour. You can take a rest first and eat something by the way. I will personally come to ask you to get on the bus after filling up the water and coal."
"Baga Yalu, you have a very bad conscience!"
As soon as the train conductor named Lan finished speaking, Miyamoto Shizuichi slapped him in the face. There was only a snap sound, and there was a palm print on his face.
"You idiot, don't you know that the military situation is urgent now? It only takes an hour at most to add water and coal. What did you do with the remaining two and a half hours? No wonder people say you Chinese people are too lazy.
Now it seems there is a reason!"
After the conductor surnamed Lan was slapped, he only dared to be angry and dared not speak out. He didn't even dare to show his dissatisfaction on his face. He just kept smiling. Miyamoto Shizuichi looked at the man in front of him who kept smiling.
Accompanying the smiling train conductor, a feeling of disgust arose in his heart, and he had the urge to chop him to death, but he also knew that he could not do without them, and the Japanese army also relied on these Chinese people to drive for them.
Therefore, Miyamoto Shizuichi endured the disgust in his heart, looked at him with disdain, and said: "Okay, I will give you another twenty minutes. If you still can't start the train after twenty minutes, I will chop off your head."
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"Yes, Taijun, I will let them start the train as soon as possible!" The conductor was startled and trotted out quickly.
Looking at the train conductor's back with disdain, Miyamoto Shizuichi couldn't help but snorted, "These despicable Chinese people are only worthy of being slaves of our Empire of Japan."
The conductor who trotted out of the waiting room ran to the front of a train and jumped on the train. A young man whose face was covered with cinders showed a trace of anger when he saw the red palm prints on his face. He quickly asked: "
Uncle Lan, are the Japanese beating you again? ** He is a little Japan, and we just do the work for him on weekdays, but now he is still beating us. This is not treating us as human beings, and it really makes us angry.
Come on, I'll drive the car onto the side road and hit these little devils to death!"
"Shh..."
The train conductor's face turned pale with fright, and he quickly blocked the young man's mouth and shouted in a low voice: "Grudge, you don't want to live anymore. Who asked us to take care of the Japanese's jobs now? How many times can we beat him?"
Damn it, but it would be a big deal if the Japanese heard what you just said. Stop talking and check the locomotive quickly and get ready to start."
"Uncle, there are so many cannons here, they are probably used to attack the Chinese army. If they really reach Songshan Pass, how many Chinese soldiers will be killed by these cannons!" Ga Zi couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Alas..." the conductor sighed and said in a low voice: "What can we do? We are just poor drivers. It is not our turn to get involved in such a military and national event. You should go down and do things."
"Pooh!"
The young man named Gazi cursed in a low voice before murmuring: "What's so great about the Japanese? If you really offend me, I will become a national army and fight the Japanese!"
"You still said! Why don't you go check the locomotive quickly? The Japanese said it would leave within twenty minutes, otherwise it will take my head. You don't want to see me lose my head, do you?"
The train conductor glared at him again and cursed. The young man stopped angrily, then got out of the car with a big wrench and started to inspect the front of the car.
Just when the young man was checking the front of the train, he didn't notice that there were two pairs of eyes staring at their trains in a pile of dead leaves three or four miles away from them.
After a while, a voice sounded from the pile of dead leaves: "Huzi, those people are already checking the front of the car. It is estimated that they will leave in about ten minutes. Please ask quickly to see if our guys have arrived.
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"Got it!" The person next to him agreed and whispered into the microphone in his hand: "Eagle Eagle, I am Gecko, I am Gecko. The target is estimated to leave in ten minutes, so hurry up!"
"Eagle understands, he is already on the way and will arrive in five minutes!" Soon, a clear voice came from his headset.
After listening to the signal from the headset, Huzi whispered to his companion: "Brother Dong, our plane will arrive in five minutes!"
"Okay, hurry up and notify the brothers in the action team. After our planes bomb, we will "replenish the guns." In short, we must not let this heavy artillery brigade reach Songshan Pass!" The voice of the Dong brother next to him was full of determination.
, after seeing the artillery on the train, he knew, needless to say, that if the Japanese were to calmly set up these artillery pieces and aim at Matsuyama Pass for bombardment, Matsuyama Pass would become a hell.
A few more minutes passed. Miyamoto Shizuichi in the waiting room drank the last sip of tea in his tea cup and stood up, pushed open the door of the waiting room and walked out. He shouted to the front: "Here comes someone.
Order everyone to get on the bus and get ready to pull!"
"Beep beep beep beep..."
Sharp whistles sounded, which was a signal to gather. All the soldiers, whether walking or resting around, rushed over and ran towards the open carriage. Although these Japanese soldiers were large in number, their actions were inconsistent.
It's messy but not chaotic, everything is so organized.
"Buzz buzz..."
While these Japanese soldiers were busy boarding the vehicle, a low roar of engines came from the sky.
Miyamoto Shizuichi was startled at first, then looked up to the sky and murmured: "It seems that the direction of these planes coming is towards Matsuyama Pass. Could it be that the aviation troops have just returned from bombing? Yosi
, it seems that we have to speed up, otherwise if all the positions in China are blown up by the aviation troops, our trip will be in vain."
Having said this, Miyamoto said to the duty officer beside him: "You, order the soldiers to speed up again, and after getting on the train, order the Chinese people to start the train immediately!"
"Hai!"
The officer on duty agreed loudly, and the whistle in his mouth became sharper and more rapid.
At this moment, the buzzing sound in the sky became louder and louder, and it flew lower and lower. Soon, even people on the ground saw the black aircraft in the sky.
When the Japanese soldiers on the ground saw the plane in the sky, some kept waving to them, with a look of pride and joy on their faces. Even Shizuichi Miyamoto nodded reservedly and said: "Yoshi, the Empire."
Their military power is really powerful. I really doubt whether these mighty air forces will have any use for our heavy artillery brigade after bombing Songshan Pass."
Just as Miyamoto Shizuichi was sighing, the plane in the sky quickly told Miyamoto Shizuichi the answer through actions.
I saw that when the leading plane flew to the center of the station, its nose suddenly went vertical, as if something pressed on its head, and the entire plane fell vertically.
"Huh? What is going on? Did something happen to this plane?"
Miyamoto Seiichi, who had just arrived from Xuzhou, had never seen the performance of certain aircraft. At first glance, he thought there was something wrong with the aircraft. If the Japanese soldiers from the Sixth, Sixteenth and other divisions had seen it,
If they see these actions, their first action will definitely be to find a bunker or lie down on the ground without saying anything. They will never have the leisure to point at the aircraft in the sky like the soldiers of the 5th Heavy Artillery Brigade.
point.
But Shizuichi Miyamoto soon felt something was wrong, because as the first plane fell, the second, third, and fourth planes followed it and "falled" quickly.
"No, this is not our plane, they are Chinese fighter planes, and they are going to drop bombs!" As expected of a major general brigade commander who had served for many years, Miyamoto Shizuichi quickly determined the truth, but unfortunately it was too late.
"Woooooooo..."
As the plane fell rapidly, a sharp siren sounded from the sky. When the first plane dived more than 200 meters above the ground, Miyamoto Shizuichi had already seen the appearance of the plane clearly.
This was a strange-looking aircraft with its wings bent forward and its whole body painted black. At this time, it was diving at a speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour. It was about 200 meters above the ground.
, the nose of the first plane suddenly lifted upwards, the whole plane jumped upwards, and then a black barrel-shaped object fell from the belly of the plane.
"No, the Chinese dropped a bomb!"
Miyamoto Shizuichi roared in despair. With the roar, he, like many Japanese soldiers, could only look at the bombs falling from the sky with frightened and desperate eyes and immediately lay down on the ground to avoid the attack of the aerial bombs.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a somewhat silent explosion, an orange-red fire dragon that was dozens of meters long appeared. It was a napalm bomb weighing three hundred kilograms. When it was ignited, it instantly ignited thousands of
Degrees of heat, accompanied by flames more than ten meters high, instantly enveloped the back half of a train.
The principle of napalm bomb is very simple. It can be made by adding 3 kinds of natural rubber to 97 gasoline, and adding aluminum powder, white phosphorus and other chemical accelerants. Compared with ordinary bombs, which use gasoline as the filling material and are made of thin tinplate
The cost of shelled gasoline bombs is less than 10% of similar high-explosive bombs, but its power is no less powerful than high-explosive bombs.
Although it only burned for a few seconds, and with a burst of rising black smoke, it seemed that everything was over. But when a large amount of napalm was exploded and splashed on the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, the napalm was like lard ointment.
Just as sticky and resistant to burning...
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