Chapter 52 Absolute Advantage 3

  Chen Zhihao led his team to the abandoned train station and was also shocked by the amount of goods in front of him. There were too many, and the dozens of cars they had originally prepared would definitely not be enough. They temporarily changed their plan and let the mobilized villagers transport the goods directly from here.

  The special warfare team was ordered to be on high alert in all directions, south, north, east and west, as far as fifty miles away.

  The devils in Zhōu state county seat no longer dare to come out.

  Time was only ten hours, transporting so many materials, all the warriors participated in the transportation, the walls were completely dismantled, and people were transported on all sides. The team of tall and strong warriors formed a loading team, loading cars from the north and west sides to transport them away. The three teams of cars that rushed over temporarily were all put into transportation, and other cars called from various places were rushing towards this side with all their might. On the east side was the ox cart team of the common people, on the south side was the personnel transport team, everything was operating in an orderly manner, except for the troops on guard duty, everyone including Yang Wei participated in the transportation.

  The joy of victory shocked everyone's nerves, excitingly forgetting the fatigue. Under the scene effect of this large collective labor scene, human potential was tapped to the limit. A big package of firearms, weighing over 100 kilograms, a woman actually took it back and loaded it onto her family car without hesitation, going back and forth, amazingly not feeling tired.

  At 9:00, the transportation team had already withdrawn. News came from the front that the devils' reinforcements from Beiping had arrived and were only sixty miles away. The last batch of supplies was loaded onto the truck, Yang Jiong stretched his waist, looked at the remaining few piles of goods, shook his head, this is something that can't be taken back. The jeep came over, Shi Tou shouted loudly on the car: "Captain, get on the car quickly, Gao Team has started installing explosives."

  "Come down, let's get a few more boxes and head back," Yang Wei shouted to Shi Tou, as he himself picked up a few more boxes of ammunition from the stack, watching as the car backed over, starting to load up. Some team members came over to help load onto the car, the small Jeep was packed with over twenty packages, forcing the driver to hunch over while driving. "Once we get to the front, we can unload and make do for now," Yang Wei said with a smile.

  Looking around, Chen Zhihao and their car were also packing up. He laughed and said, "Look at us poor people, rushing to grab things as if our lives depend on it. Come on, one bag per person, let's carry them on our backs and go."

  Xiao Shi Tou also carried a package, tired and slanted, threw the package on the ground, Yang Jie smiled and said: "Forget it, you'd better run away by yourself."

  Shitou opened the box, picked up two machine guns, slung them over his shoulder, and walked away with a swagger, saying: "Let's grab another one."

  Yang Jie took down one of the machine guns from Shi Tou's body, saying "You'd better train well, you can't even handle two machine guns."

  Yang Jian carried a package on his shoulder, holding a stone in his hand and a machine gun that had been unloaded from his body, with his own pistol hanging from his waist. On his back, he still had an assault rifle. But as he walked, he was very light and agile, which stunned the special forces soldiers. The captain had been fighting since last night, and then he had been transporting things with everyone else, now almost everyone was so tired that they couldn't move their legs, but he was still so strong! What kind of energy did Yang Jian's body have? Seeing his actions, the last batch of retreating soldiers all consciously carried a package on their backs and followed him to retreat to the base.

  Gao Junping was the last to withdraw, when a soldier suggested carrying a bag and walking, Gao Junping smiled, "No need, the captain and others are covering our retreat, they can retreat without panic, but we have to wait until the little devils come before we can retreat. The action must be fast, this is why the captain wants us to leave horses."

  The enemy vanguard is less than five miles away from here, "Set the bomb to five minutes, we retreat!" Gao Junping gave an order and mounted his horse, waiting for the soldiers to finish setting up. After mounting, he fired two shots in the direction of the enemy's approach and ran first.

  After running out about ten miles, Gao Junping stopped the horse and looked towards the abandoned train station. "We can admire our masterpiece now." The soldiers all rode their horses over and looked up at it.

  Saito's battalion departed at 7:00 am, as it was a second-line unit and did not have motorized transport, they had to march on foot. Saito ordered an earlier departure, but the order was discounted and they didn't leave the barracks until 7:00

  The captain, Watanabe, is not someone to be trifled with. His uncle is a close associate of Terauchi Jūichi, and with his uncle's backing, Watanabe has become arrogant. He resents Saitō's orders, but can't do anything about it because his uncle told him that Saitō had obtained permission from higher-ups.

  Watanabe sat on his horse with a hum, lightly shaking the whip and looking at the advancing troops, feeling very annoyed in his heart. He had made great efforts to move up through the ranks, hoping to become the commander of the united army through his uncle's influence, but Temple Saito still knew how to judge people and thought that Saito's ability was far superior to Watanabe's, so he let Watanabe continue to train hard before promoting him.

  The vanguard brought news that the people in Zhuozhou City had passed on a message, saying that they had been attacked extremely fiercely last night. Yamashita was killed by enemy artillery and only a dozen or so soldiers survived. Watanabe straightened up excitedly on horseback, he had always looked forward to fighting, annihilating the enemy, and demonstrating his abilities. "Order the troops to speed up their advance."

  When he rushed to the abandoned train station, even the proud him was shocked by the tragic scene. Everywhere were the corpses of Imperial soldiers, with all sorts of death postures, and the most tragic ones were several soldiers who had obviously been blown up, their limbs and bodies indistinguishable. Watanabe stood on the ruins of a house, gazing at the remaining piles of supplies, and sighed helplessly. Soldiers were clearing the battlefield, sorting out the corpses of dead soldiers. Suddenly, without warning, the entire supply base exploded, the bombs detonating the remaining bullets and the buried explosives, the exploding bullets flying everywhere, the entire train station engulfed in a sea of flames. Watanabe was blown away by the blast for five or six meters, falling to the ground, he rolled with the momentum, crouching behind a broken wall, his hands tightly clutching his head, his body curled up. The explosion lasted for about five minutes before slowly dying down, cotton clothes and other flammable things were blown everywhere, flames could start on walls without any combustible materials. Originally, soldiers who were clearing the battlefield and handling corpses, didn't know how many of them became the objects being handled.

  Watanabe stood up with a huff, looking at the surrounding soldiers, his anger soaring to the sky, but there was nowhere to vent it. The deputy captain was blown to death, the chief of staff was injured, and nearly three hundred soldiers were lost, with countless wounded. A whole battalion's men and horses had not even seen what the enemy looked like, yet they had suffered heavy casualties! How humiliating!

  Watanabe gathered the remaining troops, gazing at the marks left by the enemy, yet he didn't dare to pursue. The iron-clad vehicle mentioned in yesterday's battlefield report made him hesitant. As a second-rate unit like his, they were not equipped with anti-tank weapons, and even if they had been, they hadn't brought them along! Who could have anticipated that the enemy would possess such formidable weaponry?

  Returned to the county seat of Zhuozhou, crossed the border and made a secret call to his uncle, reporting everything. His uncle praised his decision over the phone, saying that everything should be done in moderation.

  Gao Junping didn't expect the devils to retreat so hastily either. Based on his experience, they would never leave anything behind in their supply depots except for corpses.

  Yang Jie was met by personnel from the base who had come to receive him at Yangjiapu, twenty miles away. He put down his things and took over a large pancake handed over by Chen Zhihao. Yang Jie stretched out his body and said, "Brother, I really admire you. You can actually keep up with me, and you're ten years younger than me."

  Chen Zhihao burst out laughing: "What's the big deal? Think back to when we were carrying grain in Jinggangshan, Zhu Laozong's pole was one of the strongest, I wondered how he had such great strength. Now it makes sense, if we can't do it, what about our soldiers? Just thinking about setting an example for them, that's all, and it's enough to keep us going."

  "Lao Gong and they are not bad either, unexpectedly better than me!" Chen Zhihao smiled and said to Gong Xiaoming Liao Xudong, "You haven't experienced this kind of big move, have you? I've done it a few times when I came, our base's supplies were all moved up like this."

  "Wow, we never thought we'd capture so much stuff," Liao Xudong said with a big laugh.

  "In this local area, our military strength has an absolute advantage. Even if the little devils have reinforcements, we can still support and transport what we want." Yang Xiong smiled.