Chapter 3 Heaven and Earth (One Middle School)

Coal collection stations are a unique railway facility in the steam power era. They are usually built between two slightly far-distance train stations, with dedicated coal storage yards and pressure water wells inside. In this way, when the train departs, it can save some of the capacity to load cargo. When a certain amount of fuel and water is consumed, it can stop at the coal collection station along the way to replenish.

Of course, it is impossible for coal-gathering stations to be built in cities. They usually do not have villages or shops in the front, and are desolate everywhere. However, the Japanese devils knew how to make things simple. After seizing the railway line, they slightly transformed the existing buildings of each coal-gathering station and developed a new function, that is, as a fixed garrison site on the railway, they assumed the dual role of protecting the army from being hijacked and blocking the surrounding villages.

During the "normal" period, there are no need for too many Japanese and puppet troops stationed in each Jiajia Station. In case of large-scale attacks by Chinese guerrillas, as long as they can hold on for about half a day, the large Japanese troops closest to Jiajia Station can make full use of the convenience of railway transportation, arrive by train or armored cruiser, and cooperate inside and outside to make the Chinese guerrillas attacking Jiajia Station return in a defeat. However, in the past six months, the number of Japanese soldiers in Jiajia Station has been rising steadily, especially after entering 1941 AD, in order to keep the few remaining intact transportation lines, the soldiers in each Jiajia Station doubled out of thin air, waiting for the battle every day to prevent the main force of the Eighth Route Army from suddenly appearing in front of them.

However, no matter how strictly guarded the Japanese, it was impossible for the Japanese to send soldiers to stand guard beside every sleeper, but the Eighth Route Army dispatched a total of 100 regiments and 400,000 troops, staring at his railway day and night, unable to defend, so they came to warn them. The Japanese and puppet troops in Jiamei Station also became tired soldiers, not seeking merit, but only seeking to stay away from their garrison when the Eighth Route Army destroys the railway. In this way, if the railway is paralyzed, the responsibility will not be held accountable, and they themselves do not have to act as bait to attract the firepower of the Eighth Route Army, so as not to wait for reinforcements to arrive, and they will first go to see Amaterasu.

The Japanese and puppet soldiers in Sankeshu Coal Gas Station were in the above mentality. Their coal Gas Station had two artillery towers, east and west, and four brick and wood mixed buildings in north and south. The surrounding courtyard walls were also captured by Chinese people as coolies last fall and built them with stones. They were very strongly built. However, the Japanese squad leader and soldiers inside had no desire to fight. They closed the door tightly every day, and only came out from the inside to help guard them when the train stopped. The Imperial Army, who was a lackey, was even more depressed. If the Japanese military pay was not paid in time and there was no other easy way to make a living nearby, they would have been carrying the used 38 rifle and driving away.

However, the great god of fortune always likes to joke. The more guilty people are afraid of something, the more they come. Seeing the sun set, they are about to mingle safely on this day, a muffled thunder suddenly came to their ears. Then, the fault warning light of the duty room suddenly lit up, and the alarm sounded instantly throughout the platform.

"Eighth Route Army." The captain of Nakamura immediately jumped up and reached out to grab the phone on the table. There was no sound in the receiver, except for the noise caused by shaking the handle of the phone. "There was something happened on the Qikong Bridge and Qikong Bridge." He threw the phone away, and then he ran to the wall in three steps, took off his non-commissioned officer's knife and turtle box. "Everyone has it, enter the artillery tower to prepare for battle. Oda-kun, quickly close the door, Inukai-kun, hurry up, put down the barricades on the railway tracks, be careful, be careful that the Eighth Route Army will attack by train."

"Hiyi, Hiyi." Several Japanese squad leader agreed repeatedly. Regardless of whether the orders he had found Nakamura's team leader were reasonable, even if he went to carry out the order in full, the puppet army company commander Qin Xiaoqiang also rushed around the yard like an ant, shouting loudly, catching all the dog legs under his command on the earthen platform surrounding the inner wall of the courtyard, sticking up his butts, flattened his rifle, and preparing to resist stubbornly.

However, after waiting for an hour, the fierce battle expected to happen. "It was probably the Eighth Route Army of China. After blowing up the bridge, they fled." Kazuo Nakamura quietly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to open the door and lead the Japanese and puppet troops to the explosion site to clean up the mess. At this moment, a panic sound of gunfire suddenly came from his ears. Then, dozens of dust-faced Imperial Army troops fled to Jiamei Station along the railway subgrade.

"けいかい." "けいかい." The battalion commander of the black fat imperial army who fled in the front spoke in a half-baked Japanese and shouted loudly, "Eighth Route, Eighth Route, がた, けいかい."

Without reminding him, the captain of Nakamura, who was standing on the earth platform inside the courtyard wall, also knew that the Eighth Route Army had come to kill. Two or three hundred meters behind this group of puppet army defeated soldiers, nearly a company of regular Eighth Route Army troops chased each other along the railway. While chasing, they kept shouting to the puppet army, "Brothers in front, don't escape anymore. You haven't saved the Japanese train, and you will not be able to end up after you go back. Surrender, follow us and fight the Japanese together."

"Surrender, the Japanese don't treat us Chinese as human beings at all. Why do you work hard for them?"

"Stop, stop quickly. If we don't stop, we will fire with machine guns."

"Where can you run away? The Japanese have been busy since ancient times, so they have no courage to let you in. Don't escape, surrender quickly and make meritorious service."

Not to mention, these words of persuading surrender must be inflammatory and are very realistic. Several puppet soldiers who were so angry that they really started to slow down after hearing this. The fat black man looked back in time and immediately found that someone was going to betray him. They immediately pulled out the box cannon, swept the puppet soldiers who deliberately slowed down and shot the puppet soldiers who deliberately slowed down on the spot.

When the other puppet soldiers saw it, they were so scared that they no longer dared to surrender. They dragged their rifles to the ground and continued to roll and crawl towards the gate of Jiamei Station.

"Stop, which part of you are from?" The Japanese squad leader Kazuo Nakamura alertly raised the turtle box and pointed at the fat black man who was fifty meters away and asked loudly, "Don't get closer, get closer, I'll order the shooting."

The Japanese that the black fat man could master was obviously very limited. He was stunned for a moment and continued to run towards the entrance of Jiamei Station with his dog legs, shouting loudly, "Eighth Route, Eighth Route, がた, けいかい."

"Baga." Nakamura Kazuno was furious and pointed at the black fat man's feet and grabbed two "ping-pong" robbery. "Stop, don't come again, otherwise I will immediately order the machine gun to fire."

The fat black man was stunned by the ruthless behavior of the Japanese, stopped and jumped on the spot with anger, "Eighth Route, Eighth Route, Eighth Route, Eighth Route, Takong, I'm not stupid, Kenna is stunned."

Kazuno Nakamura was made of a black line in his face by the other party's half-baked Japanese. He had to raise his gun and instead said in Northeastern dialect, "Mom, I know you are from your own people, which part of you, how did you get to this bump?"

"Oh, my grandson." The fat black man was so amused and bowed to Kazuno Nakamura, "Taijun, have you seen that the Eighth Route Army has already caught up with you? Hurry up, let me in quickly, let us stay together for help, otherwise, if they call, neither of us will be able to fall."

As if he was annotating his, the Eighth Route Army, who was chasing him, quickly unfolded its formation along the far side of the railway subgrade. Two small 97-type steel cannons were set up, "Swoosh, Swoosh." Two test-firing shells flew over the courtyard wall and landed on the pile of coal inside, exploded with a bang. The thick smoke slammed up with the coal slag, and in a blink of an eye half of the yard was shrouded in a dark fog.

"Dadada, dadadada, dadadada" The Japanese heavy machine gunner in the artillery tower immediately fought back. The bullets passed over the heads of the puppet army defeated soldiers outside the yard and hit the rails, splashing in groups of Mars. The Eighth Route Army on the opposite side was prepared and immediately hid the roadbed with weapons behind the roadbed, causing the Japanese machine gunner to waste dozens of bullets in vain, but they didn't even touch the hair of the Chinese.

However, the Eighth Route Army's offensive was curbed after all, and they had to reposition the two small cannons on the far side of the roadbed, try to avoid the precise shooting range of heavy machine guns as soon as possible, and then find ways to make full use of the Type 92 infantry cannon to suppress the firepower in the artillery tower.

"Hurry, let me in." Taking advantage of the adjustment of the Eighth Route Army's deployment, the black fat man's pseudo battalion commander jumped up and shouted, "Taijun, I am Zhang Songling of the Pinghan Road Protection Team. Don't believe it. Look at the clothes we were wearing, they just sent them the day before yesterday, and they had never even touched the water."

The Japanese and puppet soldiers in the yard bowed their heads when they heard this and found that the defeated soldiers outside were very neatly uniform. Although the legs of the trousers were covered with mud and dust, the tops could be seen to be brand new and quite integrated. It was absolutely impossible to be a second-hand item taken off from prisoners or corpses.

Immediately, the pseudo company commander Qin Xiaoqiang consulted Kazuno Nakamura with his eyes, hoping that the other party would agree to put the defeated soldiers in to strengthen his troops. Otherwise, as the fat battalion commander said, he and the guys outside the yard were defeated by the Eighth Route Army, and no one could stand until the reinforcements arrived.

"Well," Nakamura chin murmured in a low voice. The Eighth Route Army on the other side of the roadbed was huge and there were two small steel cannons to help. He was indeed not sure that he could hold on for too long, but the group of defeated soldiers outside the door was really unrestworthy. He would not come early or late, but he retreated to his nose before the main force of the Eighth Route Army arrived. What if they were pretending to be the Eighth Route Army?

Thinking of this, Kazuo Nakamura made up his mind and shouted loudly: "I don't care what part you are from, get out of here immediately. We don't need your help. If we don't leave, I will let the machine gunners hit you, roll, and get out of the way. I can't believe you no matter what you take out."
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