I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 440: Blow the Charge, Avenge the Fallen Comrades

As a result, as soon as the Eighth Route Army started firing, the Japanese opened the station gate.

The leader of the blasting team, Lei Potian, is from Leijia Village in Luliang Mountain.

My parents died in a raid by the Japanese.

I heard that there was a distant uncle in the family who married into Kangjiazhai in his early years and we lost contact later.

Later, when Li Dabenshi's regiment was recruiting soldiers, he joined Li Dabenshi's troops and became Li's guard.

Today's task of blasting the station gate was snatched away by Lei Potian.

They used a cart, loaded it with a dozen explosive packs, and pushed it to the station gate.

After checking that the explosive packs here were correct, Lei Potian asked the other soldiers to prepare to retreat.

Lei Potian suddenly pulled the fuse and lit it. Looking at the fuse with sparks on it, Lei Potian nodded with satisfaction.

He left ten seconds, enough for them to run to a small mound fifty meters away.

"Squeak..."

Just as they were about to turn around and run, the station door was suddenly opened from the inside.

Lei Potian saw five Japanese soldiers holding Type 38 rifles standing side by side opposite him, and he was stunned together with them.

The Japanese soldier looked down at the fuse that was burning shorter and shorter.

Suddenly they went crazy and pushed the cart together.

He wanted to push the cart of explosives out of the doorway.

Lei Potian and his companions used all their strength to stop the cart and prevent the Japanese from pushing the explosive packs away.

The Japanese began to use their bayonets frantically, aiming at Lei Potian's chest and stabbing it hard.

Lei Potian completely disregarded his own life and death and tried his best to hold the cart.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers who came behind him also roared and pushed the explosive packs to prevent the Japanese from succeeding.

Seeing that the explosive pack was about to burn out, the Japanese wanted to run back.

However, the Japanese behind them were still exerting their strength, and they actually prevented the Japanese in front from retreating even a single step.

Looking at the Japanese soldier with a look of despair, Lei Potian shouted with his last bit of strength.

"Little devils, I'm going to fuck your ancestors..."

With a loud "bang", more than ten explosive packs exploded at the same time in the doorway.

The gatehouse of Yangquan Railway Station disappeared, and the wall connecting to the gatehouse collapsed over a width of more than 30 meters.

More than 400 Japanese soldiers who were crowded at the exit of the train station and preparing to break out were directly killed by explosive packs.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were either crushed by the courtyard wall or had their internal organs injured by the explosion.

Blood foam kept coming out of their mouths and it was obvious that they were not going to survive.

It is a pity that the blasting team leader Lei Potian and five other Eighth Route Army soldiers died for the victory of the revolution.

The martyrs will live forever, and their heroic spirits will live on forever!

Li Dabenshi was behind, waiting for Lei Potian and the others to return victoriously.

Just think about it, just this afternoon, Lei Potian came to see him with the application to join the party.

He came to him, the brigade commander, to challenge for battle, and Li Dabenshi agreed immediately.

Before leaving, Lei Potian happily told him that he had already met his distant uncle.

He also said that after the battle, he would go find his uncle and aunt to recognize his relatives.

Li Daben approved his home visit leave at that time, but he didn't expect that this would be their last farewell.

Seeing that his guard had died, Li Dabenshi wiped away his tears.

He shouted, "Blow the charge! Comrades, charge to avenge your comrades!"

After saying that, he picked up a Type 38 rifle and rushed to the gap in the wall of the railway station.

Looking at the Eighth Route Army soldiers rushing towards them like a tide, the Japanese soldiers no longer had any desire to resist.

Their only commander, the squadron leader, died in the explosion just now.

He was hit on the head by a flying brick.

Even his brains were smashed out on the spot. He was dead beyond deadness.

They were leaderless, and Yang Qingwen's heavy machine gun was already set up.

Even if they couldn't be deployed on the platform, there were still seven or eight Brownings firing at the same time.

It was okay for the Japanese to shoot out from the courtyard wall, after all, there were fortifications prepared in advance.

But they had no place to hide from the shooting coming from inside the courtyard wall.

In less than a minute, the Marine Brigade's heavy machine guns plowed the courtyard wall.

With the collapse of the Japanese artillery tower, the Yangquan Railway Station occupied by the Japanese could be declared liberated.

After three years, it finally returned to the hands of the Chinese anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians.

The Jindong Independent Brigade and the Gannan Air Force Marine Division successfully joined forces at the Quanyang Railway Station.

There was no time to exchange pleasantries as there was still a lot of finishing work to be done.

The anti-aircraft machine gun position on the roof of the train station needs to be rearranged.

After daybreak, the planes sent by the Japanese will definitely fly out for reconnaissance.

If we find that this place has been occupied by the Eighth Route Army, all the captured ammunition and supplies might be destroyed in a single bombing.

Zhou Weiguo left Li Dabenshi with an artillery unit and an infantry company.

The artillery unit is to "coordinate" with the Jindong Independent Brigade on how to conduct air defense operations.

That infantry company was helping the Eighth Route Army to "clean up" the battlefield.

Li Dabenshi didn't want to care about trivial matters like this. What was more important was to clean up and move the supplies quickly.

Political Commissar Zhang Liujin had no time to take care of it. He was directing the medical soldiers to treat the wounded.

The Jindong Independent Brigade received fire support from Zhou Weiguo in this battle.

However, there were still more than 200 soldiers killed or wounded, including more than 100 soldiers who suffered injuries of varying degrees of severity.

This was enough to keep Zhang Liujin busy for the whole night, so he had no time to care about the Japanese.

So everyone is just doing their own thing.

On the Eighth Route Army side, they were cleaning and carrying supplies with a loud noise.

On the Marine Brigade side, the noise of "ping pong" was making as they cleaned up the bodies of the Japanese soldiers.

Some soldiers looked at the Gansu Army's magical operations with great curiosity.

But he was scared away by a look from his company commander.

"What are you all staring at? Aren't there enough things here for you to see?"

The soldiers of the Independent Brigade pushed all the carts in the station over.

There were Gansu troops cleaning up the Japanese corpses on the platform, so Li Dabenshi couldn't pick up anything.

However, there were many Japanese military trains parked on the railway tracks in the train station.

When they opened it, they found that many of them were various weapons and equipment being shipped to the southern battlefield.

After Ding Dasuanpan took a look inside the train, he started crying loudly.

Li Dabenshi cursed: "Big Abacus, it's a good thing to have so many captured items. Why are you crying here?"

Abacus: "With so many supplies, there's no way we can move them all."

Li Dabenshi said, "We'll move as much as we can, and if we can't move anything, we'll blow it up."

When Ding Dasuanpan heard that he was going to be blown up, he stopped wailing, but his face was still full of snot and tears.

Li Dabenshi said: "Big abacus, we can push away two more Type 92 infantry guns.

Forget about the field guns and mountain guns; they are too heavy and cannot be pushed back to the base at all.

Take more of the easy-to-get things, such as rifles, machine guns, grenades, etc. Oh, and also take more bullets.

Call all the nearby residents to come and help.

They were not asked to work for free. Anyone who helped move supplies for a night was given a bag of flour as a reward.

But let them hide the food. If the Japanese steal it, it will be a big loss."

Ding Da Suanpan: “I said great ability, you think about whether there is any other way.

You sent out all this food?"