The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Report, the road ahead has been cut off by the Chinese army." Ping Shanjing They were less than an hour away from the city, and the vanguard squad sent back a message.

Captain Ping Shanjing is certain to win Jieshou. Hearing that the road was cut off, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. How could such a mere means that cannot be used on the table stop his pace.

"Captain, I'm afraid our battle plan has been leaked, should we retreat to Gaoyou?"

When a Japanese staff officer heard that the road was cut off, he had a vague premonition, thinking that the information about their attack might have been leaked, so he asked for instructions from the battalion leader Ping Shanjing worriedly.

"No, order the troops to go around the wilderness and advance towards Jieshou at full speed!" Captain Hirayama Keizai didn't care whether the information was leaked or not.

It would be better if Jieshou's Subei Corps knew the news, maybe they heard that he led the troops northward, and voluntarily gave up Jieshou, then he could win without a fight.

If the ignorant Subei Corps continued to stay in Jieshou to fight, he wouldn't mind wiping them all out.

"Let's pass the order." Seeing that the orderer was hesitating, Hirayama waved his hand impatiently.

"Hi Yi!"

Soon the devil's messenger passed on the order, and the devils who marched in the wind and cold at night left the road one after another and walked into the field, preparing to bypass the dug road.

It's a pity that after the devil's troops went around the wilderness and walked on the road for less than a few hundred meters, they found angrily that the road ahead had been cut off again.

"Go around!"

The leader of the vanguard squad, with a flashlight on, looked at the two-meter-deep and four-meter-wide cut-off ditch that had been dug.

The devil soldiers who acted as vanguards were all elites, and their execution ability was particularly strong. More than ten people from a vanguard squad in the lead immediately left the road, ready to walk ahead and lead the way, and detoured again.

"what!"

But this time, the field next to the road was no longer a solid field, but a paddy field, and the paddy field was already filled with water. A ghost slipped and fell directly into the mud.

The sudden scream of this devil soldier frightened the rest of the devils as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They squatted on the spot one after another, defending in eight directions back to back.

"Xiao Linsang, are you alright?" the devil's team leader shouted into the paddy field next to the roadbed with a flashlight.

"It's okay, there is water in the field, I slipped and fell..." The devil who slipped and fell cursed and stood up, covered with mud.

Chapter 985 Painful march

In the dark night, all the roads were dug to pieces by the guerrillas, and the roads were given special attention, with deep pits almost every few hundred meters.

These deep pits were dug according to Yang Ling's requirements. Most of them were four or five meters wide, and the shallowest ones were two meters deep.

The so-called number of people is powerful, and more than 3 people have been working together for so many days, and there is almost no good road in this area.

Faced with the messy road that was dug, the ghost soldiers were so angry that they cursed their mothers in their hearts. If there is a war, there will be a war. Why do you dig roads if you have nothing to do.

The little devil can't take a detour through the wilderness. The trails known to the traitor guides have changed beyond recognition, and many roads have even been directly submerged by dug canals.

Looking at the messy marching road that was destroyed, Jing Hirayama, the enthusiastic captain of the Devils, seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his face turned livid.

Let alone the heavy equipment of those troops, when will they be able to reach Jieshou Town on such a bumpy road?

They originally wanted to attack lightly, and the guerrillas who attacked Jieshou Town were caught off guard, but now the road problem made their speed as slow as a snail.

"Obviously there used to be a bridge here, why is it gone?"

Those traitors who volunteered to be guides were sweating profusely in the face of the angry devil soldiers.

The small roads and bridges they knew had all changed. The bridges were gone, and even the piers had been removed, and the road had turned into a swamp.

It couldn't be easier to destroy this area with dense water networks. As long as a bridge is demolished, it will be difficult for the little devil to move.

Because if the little devil wants to move forward, he must wade through those ditches and rivers. If it is summer, it is fine, but it is winter. Thinking about wading through the water, the devil's teeth are chattering.

But at this point, there is no turning back. If he just withdraws to Gaoyou in such a desperate manner, he may encounter some kind of ridicule from his colleagues, and the captain Ping Shanjing will not be able to hold back his face.

Although the road was completely destroyed, but fortunately there were no guerrilla attacks, and it was still early in the morning, so the team leader Hirayama Jing felt that he couldn't just stand still like this.

Moreover, the morale of the army is high now, and the slogan of war has been shouted for so many days, forcing him not to retreat. Once he retreats, he will become synonymous with coward.

"Captain, do you need to order the engineering team to cut down trees and build bridges?"

The devil's staff officer looked at the cold river in front of him, and now he was beginning to retreat.

They left the city with high morale, but they didn't expect that it was a bad start now. They have already started to scold the crap in the intelligence department in their hearts.

The Chinese guerrillas actually completed such a large-scale sabotage operation under their noses, and they didn't realize it at all. They should be pulled out and shot.

In fact, it was a mistake to blame their intelligence department, because Yang Ling's raids and digging of roads and canals were all carried out at night, and the devil's intelligence personnel also reported it, but they did not pay enough attention.

After all, the guerrillas have also carried out some sabotage operations in the past, but it is no different from scratching an itch. Isn't it just digging up the road, so I can go around it.

But this time even a detour has become a luxury, because the ditch beside the road and the fields are filled with water. If you want to detour, you must bear the cold and mud.

Of course, this can't stop the devil soldiers who are enthusiastic about fighting, but what the devil soldiers don't know is that they are in the same situation in a radius of tens of miles. If they know, they will definitely retreat.

Now it's not only the wet fields that slow down the marching speed of the devils, but also the river blocking the way makes them worry.

In normal times, engineers can also be used to build bridges. At the speed of engineers, the bridge can be erected in less than half an hour.

But now they are going to raid Jieshou Town, if such a bridge is built across, when will it be.

"Take off your shoes and wade across the river!"

Captain Ping Shanjing of the Devil's Battalion stared at the dark river, his face uncertain for a long while, and then gave an order.

"Captain, this..."

The devil's staff officer's teeth chattered at the thought of the icy cold river, and wanted to remonstrate, but saw that the captain, Hirayama Jing, had begun to take off his military boots, and swallowed the words again.

With the personal demonstration of the battalion leader Takashi Hirayama, the commanders of those devils at all levels could still sit still, and issued orders one after another: "Wade across the river!"

But the leader of the devil's vanguard is complaining endlessly, and now he doesn't know the depth of the river. If the captain makes any mistakes, he can't bear it.

So the captain, Hirayama Jing, took off his boots and rushed to the side of the traitor guide and hurriedly asked, "Zhang Sang, how deep is the river?"

The traitor guide hastily replied, "It's as deep as your thigh, so you can pass."

"Your, go first." The captain of the devil's vanguard breathed a sigh of relief, and ordered to the traitor guide.

"Taijun, Taijun, if you can pass, you can really pass, don't believe me." The traitor guide thought that the devil didn't believe it, so he hurriedly explained.

The leader of the devil's vanguard waved his hand, and a devil soldier pushed the guide standing on the bank into the river.

With a plop, the traitor guide fell into the water. The icy cold water made the guide tremble all over, and hurriedly shouted: "Taijun, Taijun, help me."

The captain of the Devil's vanguard shined a flashlight on the past, and found that the river could not drown anyone, so he jumped into the water without taking off his shoes. The icy cold water made them tremble all over.