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Sun Desheng, Zheng Erbao and Sun Ming got up quickly.

Wang Yan said: "Erbao, you take the 3rd platoon of cavalry to the nearby villages to buy chili noodles, dried chili is also fine, and then find a place to grind them all into chili noodles."

"Old Sun, you take the 1st and 2nd platoons of cavalry and follow me to Erdaopo to dig a hole."

"Sun Ming, take the Spike Team and the security team to plant landmines in Sandaogou. You don't need to plant too many mines, but you must put in more wooden signs that read Beware of Landmines."

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The next morning.

On the road from Heyuan County to the Xiji stronghold, a convoy of three motorcycles and five trucks was slowly moving forward.

The mountain road is bumpy, so the driving speed is not fast.

In the compartment of one of the trucks, more than two dozen devils were dozing off.

In the not-so-spacious truck compartment, besides a dozen or so devils, there were also two Type 2 heavy machine guns and two handlebar light machine guns.

One of the devil's first-class soldiers opened the shooting hole and took a look outside, then turned around and said, "Squadron leader, we are approaching Erdaopo again."

Pulling down the brim of his hat, a ghost captain who was dozing against the wall of the carriage said lazily, "Noda-kun, you don't think that the Eighth Route Army will come to ambush us, do you?"

"As the saying goes, there are only three things, unless the Eighth Route Army is stupider than pigs."

"Otherwise they would never have ambushed us three times in the same spot."

"So, don't worry about sleeping, as soon as you wake up, you will arrive at the Xiji stronghold."

Cao Chang, a devil army who was dozing off on the other side of the carriage, also said: "The squadron leader is right. The Eighth Route Army will not dare to ambush us again within half a month."

"I don't know what those idiots are thinking."

"Knowing that it is impossible for the Eighth Route Army to ambush again, they still want us to make this trip."

"Does this mean that we are too leisurely to stay in the county, so find something for us to do?"

While the devils were talking, there was a sudden bang in front of them. Immediately afterwards, the truck they were riding on, weighing more than 3 tons, shook violently.

"what's the situation?"

"Is it a mine?"

"Ambush again?"

"The Eighth Route Army really dare?"

"Is there really such a stupid person in this world?"

The twenty or so devils in the carriage were instantly stunned.

Lieutenant Noda subconsciously wanted to open the shooting hole on the steel plate, but was stopped by Captain Guizi.

"Don't move!" Captain Guizi stopped Senior Soldier Noda, and said with a smirk, "Last time, our No. 1 Decoy Squadron only killed one Eighth Route Army, which made me lose face in front of Guidao and Matsumoto."

"This time, our No. 1 Decoy Squadron must not miss another chance."

"This time, our No. 1 Decoy Squadron is not trying to kill a few more Eighth Route Army troops."

"This time, we will strive to kill all the Eighth Route Army participating in the ambush!"

"Don't move. Before the Eighth Route Army launches an attack, you are not allowed to expose it!"

"Signal to other cars and tell them not to act rashly!"

As soon as the signal was sent out, fierce gunshots rang out outside, and dense bullets hit the steel plate of the truck with a clang, but the more than 20 devils hiding in the compartment were unscathed.

Immediately afterwards, there were shouts and shouts outside.

That was when the escorts on the three-wheeled motorcycles and in the cab of the truck exchanged fire with the Eighth Route Army.

The gunshots kept ringing, and there were several screams from time to time, indicating that the escort outside was shot and injured or even died, but the more than 20 devils hiding in the carriage remained unmoved.

The escorts on the tricycle and in the cab of the truck were only Koreans, Taiwanese, and Manchukuo. The devils in the truck compartment didn't care about the life and death of the servants at all.

Chapter 435 Report Immediately

The firefight lasted very short, and the gunfire fell silent in less than 2 minutes.

The battlefield fell into a deathly silence, only one dying soldier was still wailing miserably, which made the entire battlefield extraordinarily silent.

The more than 20 devils in the carriage got excited.

Because according to the process, the Eighth Route Army ambushing on both sides of the road should come down to "clean the battlefield", and that is when they will reap the lives of the Eighth Route Army.

Captain Guizi licked his lips, his eyes revealed a bloodthirsty light.

He seemed to have seen the Eighth Route Army fall down like felled wheat under their light and heavy machine guns.

At this moment, there was a weird "pop" sound outside the carriage.

It sounds like a glass bottle or clay pot breaking, and it's a bit dull.

Lieutenant Noda suddenly sniffed twice, and said, "What smell, do you smell it?"

Captain Guizi also sniffed subconsciously, then frowned and said, "Looks like gasoline?"

"Gasoline?!" In the next second, Captain Guizi's face showed extreme horror, and then he roared hoarsely, "It really smells like gasoline!"

"Get off! Get off! Get off quickly!"

While speaking, Captain Guizi opened the rear panel of the car, and then lifted the tarpaulin.

Taking advantage of the moment the tarpaulin was lifted up, Captain Guizi saw in horror that the Eighth Route Army had actually dug big holes one after another very close to the road.

The big pit should have been covered with planks, soil, and even vegetation.

So the vanguard group on the side three-wheeled motorcycles in the past failed to find it.

Eighth Route Army ambushes hid in these big pits in twos and threes, and they were throwing wine bottles or pots one after another onto their trucks.

These wine bottles or jugs shatter when they hit a truck.

Then the sticky mixture inside splattered and stained the tarpaulin.

The smell of gasoline in the air is even stronger, and gasoline is obviously mixed into these mixtures.

The damn cunning Eighth Route Army clearly wanted to burn them to death with Molotov cocktails, so they had to get out of the car immediately, otherwise they might be burned to death in the car.