A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

At the bottom of the valley in front of them, half of the valley was already filled with railroad tracks and supplies!

"Hey! Old Zheng is really fast! He's the first again."

Li Yunlong scratched his head in embarrassment.

He originally thought that he could finally defeat Zheng Kaixuan this time, but judging from the mountains of supplies in front of him, it was not difficult to judge that the other party had obviously completed the task long ago.

"Brothers! Speed ​​up!"

"Yes! Captain."

Li Yunlong immediately urged the soldiers to work harder.

He himself was not idle either. He took the monks and the guards to personally carry things, and the soldiers' speed immediately increased a lot.

Time and again, Li Yunlong and the soldiers of the independent regiment drove the ivy for more than a dozen trips, from dawn to dusk, until dusk fell and the red sun set in the west, the independent regiment's eastern raid mission was finally completed.

At this point, the Zhengtai Railway, which had been controlled and used by the Japanese for many years, was already dead in name only.

Of this 251-kilometer-long railway line, only Taiyuan and a small station near Taiyuan, totaling more than ten kilometers, remain.

However, the last ten kilometers of the route were no longer operational. Zheng Kaixuan sent out a fleet of drones to bomb the rails on the ground, causing the rails to fall to the ground and become severely damaged.

The Zhengtai Railway was completely scrapped.

A day later, Taiyuan, the headquarters of the Japanese First Army.

Yoshio Shinozuka and Hideyoshi Kusuyama, Chief of Staff of the First Army, were so angry that they almost died while holding the photos taken by the Japanese war correspondents.

"What? Where's the railway? The railway is gone? What's going on?"

Yoshio Shinozuka almost became depressed after looking at the photos.

He couldn't understand how a railway more than 200 kilometers long could disappear overnight!

Although it was somewhat shocking that the Eighth Route Army guerrillas occupied the entire railway overnight, Yoshio Shinozuka could still accept it to some extent.

However, to move the entire railway, which had cost the previous Chinese dynasty countless dollars and mobilized tens of thousands of people over several years to build, overnight was something Shinozuka Yoshio found unbelievable and unacceptable.

"One meter of railway weighs 75 kilograms. Two hundred and thirty-five kilometers weighs tons!"

"I just can't figure it out. How could they possibly move over 17,000 tons of stuff?"

"And the sleepers! And the gravel and sand beneath the track! And..."

It was not until this moment that Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly realized.

Not only were the sleepers, sand, and gravel gone, but even the soil used to lay the roadbed had been dug up...

Zheng Kaixuan didn't even leave him a single hair.

"Mr. Nanshan, how is this possible? Even if they mobilized 100,000 people at once, they wouldn't be able to move something weighing tens of thousands of tons across the mountains overnight! Not to mention the disassembly and loading and unloading..."

Looking at the extremely depressed Yoshio Shinozuka, Hideyoshi Kusuyama smiled bitterly and picked up another photo.

"Commander, it's not just the railway that's gone. All the stations and strongholds are gone..."

"Even the stones used to build the bunker are gone..."

In the photo, everything is bare. How can you tell that this was once a station?

"puff……"

Yoshio Shinozuka finally couldn't bear it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, a Japanese communicator ran in quickly.

"Reporting to His Excellency, Commander, news has come from the front that most of the Daxing Mountain area in southeastern Shanxi has fallen into the hands of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army..."

For Yoshio Shinozuka, who was already extremely depressed, this piece of news was like adding insult to injury!

"puff……"

Yoshio Shinozuka opened his mouth and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"report!"

"Commander-in-Chief, urgent information: the 9th Independent Mixed Brigade, led by Colonel Yamamoto Ikki, has been completely annihilated. Colonel Yamamoto Ikki and Chief of Staff Yokoyama Nagao have been killed."

"All the locust soldiers of the Ninth Brigade have been killed."

"puff……"

Yoshio Shinozuka had a mouthful of blood at the edge of his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it.

"Nani! Nani! What are you talking about? Work! Say it again!"

He couldn't believe his ears, couldn't believe what he heard.

At this time, the old Japanese soldier Yoshio Shinozuka had bulging veins on his forehead, his eyes were red, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping down his forehead.

He stood up, grabbed the Japanese communicator by the collar, and stared into his eyes.

"You! Tell me again, what happened to the 9th Brigade? What happened to Yamamoto Ikki?"

The Japanese communicator was frightened by Yoshio Shinozuka in front of him.

He had never seen Yoshio Shinozuka lose his composure like this before.

It was he who reported to Yoshio Shinozuka after the former Japanese brigade commanders Sotaku Maruyama and Hideo Nakamura were killed in action.

Those two were brigade commanders at the rank of major general, but Yoshio Shinozuka was not so excited when he heard the news.

What happened to the commander this time?

"The 9th Brigade was completely wiped out. Yamamoto, Colonel Yamamoto, and Chief of Staff Yokoyama were killed..."

The Japanese communicator had no choice but to timidly report what he had just said again.

He was just an ordinary soldier, so he naturally didn't understand what Yamamoto Ikki meant to Yoshio Shinozuka.

Based on Yamamoto's combat record, if it were any other Japanese soldier, he would have been shot eight times by Yoshio Shinozuka!

He didn't understand, but Hideyoshi Kusuyama, the chief of staff of the Japanese First Army standing next to him, knew it better than anyone else.

This is a young man sent by the Yamamoto family to the battlefield in China to gain experience.

It is the future hope of the Yamamoto family, a giant family!

Now, Yoshio Shinozuka failed to take good care of him and died on the battlefield of Sanjin. This means that Yoshio Shinozuka's career path may have to end here.

"puff----"

Sure enough, after confirming Yamamoto's death, Yoshio Shinozuka suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood, and his whole body suddenly became extremely weak.

"Nanshan, Nanshan-kun, you must, at all costs, get rid of Zheng Kaixuan, avenge Yamamoto-kun, and give an explanation to the Yamamoto family. Please, please..."

Yoshio Shinozuka's voice became weaker and weaker, and then he fell into a coma.

In the Taihang Mountains, Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong's independent regiment, which had completed their mission and had a short rest, have successfully met up.

"Old Zheng, what are we going to do next?"

Zheng Kaixuan's gaze turned to Jingxing ahead.

"Completely destroy all the coal mines in this area! Let the era of the Japanese plundering coal resources from Shanxi end completely!"