Chapter 12 Ambush (Part 1)

  When the oath-taking conference ended in the morning, it can be said that Qin Wei's words ignited the passion in the hearts of all participants. Many people who were still wearing ordinary clothes for the first time clearly defined their goals in their minds. Many people thought it was great to have a goal.

  When everyone was pulled down to Jiangjunling, it was almost noon. The little devil's convoy had already passed by.

  Qin Wei began to order everyone to start hiding, in the winter landscape of southeastern Shanxi in December, the hazy mountains, withered trees, and clusters of withered shrubs swaying helplessly in the howling north wind.

  Luckily, Qin Wei had a number of Japanese military coats in his hands, although some were damaged, but for most of the peasant-born soldiers, this was nothing. After they sewed and mended them by themselves, these things became everyone's best cold-proof clothing.

  Moreover, even if there were insufficient parts, in the previous period of time, they let local old hundred names help make some cotton clothes, and did not let the soldiers who were ambushing suffer a bit in the cold wind.

  Under the guidance of all veterans and officers, this group of new recruits who had only received less than half a month's training performed quite well during the ambush.

  Qin Wei, who was lurking with everyone, looked at this situation and was also quite satisfied in his heart.

  When sunlight once again shone over Taixing Mountain, these new recruits had already been in hiding for more than 18 hours.

  "Corp, corp, corp leader, good, good, good cold, in, in, give mouth wine drink." A new soldier stuttered to his own squad leader.

  The old squad leader looked at the new recruit, whose nose was running and snot was dripping out, and curled his lip: "Kid, look at you, can't even handle a little bit of hardship. Back when I was fighting in the Central Plains, it was much tougher than this. We were crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Here, take a sip of this, warm yourself up, but don't drink too much or you'll turn into a softie when we're fighting the devils." He handed over his canteen.

  The new recruit hastily took it over, twisted open the bottle cap and gently sipped a mouthful. When at least 60 degrees of strong liquor entered his body, this little guy's slightly pale face slowly showed a hint of redness.

  He tightened the water bottle and quietly handed it to his squad leader. The new recruit let out a mouthful of wine breath, and he, who was now much more fluent in his speech, whispered to the squad leader: "Squad leader, this wine is really strong."

  The monitor rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, "Nonsense, this 60-degree burning knife, people who don't have a good capacity for liquor will fall down after drinking it. This is our squad leader, specially prepared for everyone. In this cold weather, we are ambushing here, without something to drive out the chill, brothers won't even see the devils before they all fall down, what's the point of fighting with those little devils?"

  "Haha, being a soldier isn't bad at all. We get to drink wine after every battle. Why not fight the devils every day? Then we'll have wine to drink every day." The new recruit said with a foolish grin.

  Looking at the new soldier under his command, he was actually a drunkard of his mother's, the squad leader got a bit angry, stretched out his hand and knocked a loud slap on the new soldier's head, scolding: "I damn it, really didn't notice that you little brat are actually a drunkard, get out from now on I won't give you a single drop of wine to drink." After finishing speaking, he glared at him with wide eyes and drove this little brat away.

  "Hey, squad leader, I didn't mean it that way. What I meant was that our platoon leader is amazing, he can think of all this stuff, and it hurts me to say it, but you know what, squad leader? How does our platoon leader know all these things? He's good at shooting, and he's cultured too. I heard he's even an American university student, is that true? And what's a university student anyway?" The new recruit was rubbing his sore head, still trying to get some information out of his squad leader about their mysterious platoon leader who had rescued them from the enemy's hands.

  "You little rascal, you're actually right! Our squad leader is indeed a university graduate from the United States. In olden times, that would make him a jinshi or a juren, and if he were still in the Qing dynasty, he'd at least be a county magistrate. And having studied abroad? Forget about it, he could even be a city mayor or provincial governor! They say he's got a lot of money from his time in America, but as soon as war broke out with those little devils, he came back to fight and take on the enemy. I heard that last time, he was injured by one of their planes, but some villagers took him in and saved him. Unfortunately, that village got wiped out by the enemy, over a hundred people dead! Our squad leader's eyes turned red with rage, and he led Chen, the leader of the third squad, and a few others from the original guard unit to take down an entire enemy platoon. The guns we're using now are all thanks to our squad leader's bravery back then. And his marksmanship? Unparalleled! He's got three handguns on him at all times - two on his waist and one... who knows where? And that rifle of his? Forget about it, he can hit a target from over a mile away without even blinking. What's more, he's never once yelled at or hit us soldiers, always treats us like human beings. He gives us our military pay down to the last cent, and I've been in this army for almost ten years now - I've never seen an officer like him. I'd gladly give my life to follow him into battle! And let me tell you, what we're doing now is a matter of national pride, so if any of you young whippersnappers think about slacking off during our fight against the enemy, I'll make sure to discipline you myself - even if it means getting court-martialed or flogged!"

  After finishing speaking, Old Soldier Squad Leader stared with his eyes wide open and looked around at the soldiers under his command.

  "Don't worry, class leader. As you said, such a good officer with blood and responsibility is hard to find. We might as well sell our lives to the squadron leader in the future. As long as he doesn't let us betray our ancestors, I'll do whatever he tells me to." The new recruit said firmly on the side.

  "Shut up, you little brat! How dare you say that Commander Zhang is making you betray your ancestors? Why would someone who's living a good life in America as a big shot come back to be a slave for the Japanese devils? Are you drunk and talking nonsense? If you keep saying this, I'll slap you right across the face!"

  The old squad leader's eyes were wide open, staring straight at the new recruit.

  "Li Er Geng Zi, what the f**k are you yelling about? Don't you know we're on a stealth mission right now? Your voice is too loud, if our position gets exposed because of you, I'll chop off your head, you little b*stard. Shut up, or I'll kill you, you rabbit!" Before the new recruit could say anything, not far away, Lei Ya Fu, the captain of the second squad, had already started bellowing in a hoarse voice.

  Old soldier squad leader Li Er Gengzi heard it, and immediately shrunk his neck. Then, in the smallest voice, he viciously whispered into the new recruit's ear: "After the battle is over, we'll settle with you when we get back."

  The new recruits who had been intimidated also shrank their necks, muttering something in their mouths, but they were already lying on the ground with their eyes fixed on the highway under the array, and not far away, the rumble of cars was faintly coming.

  At this time, Qin Wei had already used his binoculars to clearly see the Japanese army's convoy from afar.

  On the first car, there was a turret with a gunner and an ammunition loader, both lying on the hood of the car. One of them held a cigarette in his mouth, chatting and laughing from time to time. The driver in the cab was also smoking, one hand holding the steering wheel and the other resting on the window frame, gazing leisurely at the cars ahead. Meanwhile, the little devil in the passenger seat had his head tilted back against the window, fast asleep.

  Looking at the demon's leisurely appearance, Qin Wei gritted his teeth, still so arrogant on our Chinese land, do you really think no one will deal with you?

  Thinking of this, Qin Wei gave a low order: "Act according to the original plan, let Lei Ya's little boy make preparations, I want to settle the little devil's head and tail cars in the first round of attack."

  The people around nodded, and Ma Hong even crawled to Lei Ya's side to convey Qin Wei's orders.

  "You just watch." Having received the order, Reiafu took out several hand grenades, slowly unscrewed the cap, put the ring on his finger, stretched out his arm and closed one eye to aim at the leading car moving forward.

  Qin Wei was waiting slowly in the scope of his sniper rifle for the last vehicle of the Japanese army convoy to enter his line of sight.

  As the last vehicle in a convoy of 24 Japanese army trucks came into view, everyone heard a loud shout: "Fire!"

  Then, a crisp gunshot rang out, and the head of the Japanese driver of the last car was like a crushed tomato, exploding into a mess of red blood and white brain matter, splattering on the car window. The little devil sitting in the passenger seat stared blankly at his companion who had just been shot in the head.

  Before he could react, the second bullet, as accurate as ever, drilled into the little bastard's brain, sending him to join his dead comrades in hell.

  At the same time, Lei Yaofu, who had been aiming for a long time, heard Qin Wei's shout and threw the grenade in his hand into the driver's cabin of the lead vehicle. With a loud explosion, the two devils inside the cabin were turned into broken bags by the shockwave and shrapnel from the grenade blast. The two devils on top of the car, who had been chatting and laughing, were also swept away by the shockwave and thrown out of the vehicle, crashing to the ground with unknown fate.

  As the sound of gunfire and grenade explosions rose, all the pre-set firepower positions of the 'Knife Edge Brigade' opened fire. In an instant, the sound of gunfire, the explosion of grenades, and the miserable cries of wounded little devils filled the air.