"The bright sword made of iron, the flowing blue clouds...".
Northwest Shanxi
Li Yunlong squatted behind the rock on the shady side of the mountain ridge, holding up the old telescope "sponsored" by the brigade commander, and cursed: "Damn it, this little devil's transport team belongs to a turtle? It's been a long time!"
Zhang Dabiao lay next to him and whispered: "Captain, something is wrong."
"Look at the zigzag curve in front. It's so clean that not even a bird is missing."
Li Yunlong adjusts the focus.
Indeed, on both sides of the curved mountain road that must be passed through, there are gentle slopes and piles of rocks suitable for ambushes, but it is quiet at the moment, and even the usual disturbances seem deliberate.
"Evil..." He muttered, "Damn it, Da Biao asked the two brothers to touch it and have a look, their eyes will shine brightly!"
Just when Da Biao was about to ask people to leave, something unexpected happened!
Boom! Boom! Boom! …
Not from their preset ambush point, nor from the direction from which the Japanese came.
The explosion came from the middle of an inconspicuous, almost vertical steep cliff behind the transport team!
The rubble and gunpowder smoke seemed to be pulled out of the mountain by an invisible giant fist and erupted violently!
But what came next was not the muffled sound of shells hitting the ground or grenades exploding, but an extremely sharp and violent tearing sound that Li Yunlong and all the veterans of the Independence Regiment had never heard before——
Dong dong dong dong dong——! ! !
It was a kind of explosion that was so dense that it was almost continuous and extremely penetrating. It was like dozens of heavy machine guns raining bullets on a very small area at the same time. It was heavier and shorter than the roar of the machine gun, with a kind of metal friction.
