Chapter 5: Blood and Fire (34)

The distance from Shimen to Mingguang is not far, the railway is only about ten kilometers, and the hand-cranked rail car enters the Mingguang Railway Station in less than half an hour. Mingguang Railway Station is a big station on this road, with seven or eight railroad tracks in parallel, and it is not up to them to decide which road their own hand-cranked cars enter, but they have to see how the road movers arrange. Seeing Wei Zhigao's hand-cranked car from a distance, a railway worker walked out of the platform, waved the red flag in his hand, and let the hand-cranked car stop into the entrance road and stop on the track closest to the platform. Wei Zhigao looked around the train station, it was a mess, and there was a scene of robbery everywhere, garbage was flying, and the sky was full of dust.

Seeing Wei Zhigao in full armor, the railway worker asked, "Which part are you from?" There was a noticeable tremor in his voice.

"We are soldiers of the 48th Army of the National Army. My surname is Wei, may I ask this master, why is Mingguang Station so messy. Wei Zhigao asked.

Hearing that it was the officers and soldiers of the national army, the railway workers breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't mention it, the station has been robbed, and the Japanese have removed everything that can be eaten and used at the station." Sir Wei, you really haven't seen such an angry Japanese, think back then, the devils who came from Chuzhou, they were all polite and disciplined, never took things indiscriminately, and didn't even pull urine casually. This time it was very different, as soon as I arrived at the train station, the first thing I saw was our hand-cranked rail car and the three-car carriage in the freight yard. ”

"You guys have a slip here?" Wei Zhigao asked.

"There are three sections, there is no front of the car, and it is usually placed on the side of the freight yard. It's a flatbed car, there are no cargo boxes, and the last time the Japanese used to transport tanks, there was more than enough to transport two tanks in one carriage. "The railroad workers are very talkative, maybe they haven't spoken for a long time, and finally someone has to talk to, so they talk endlessly.

"What do Japanese people do with rollers?" Wei Zhigao is also thinking, slipping, a car body without power, because there is no air pressure, even the brakes are not very controlled, only accept the effect of gravity, where to slip low, people on the railway are called slipping.

The railroad worker swallowed, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bungalow to the south, and said, "The Japanese asked me to move the turnout, and a group of Japanese soldiers forced the unpowered carriage out of the freight yard. Then we looked around for ropes, and got three long ropes in front of the carriage, and we were still thinking about what the Japanese were doing with these long ropes, but we didn't expect them to let the wounded sit on it, and began to drag the carriage away, and there were people lined up on both sides of the carriage, and they worked together. Thanks to the large number of them, they pushed the car and didn't dumb me up. ”

Wei Zhigao was also a little dumbfounded, and after reminiscing, he laughed out loud. This kind of unpowered slip is extremely difficult to control, in Guangxi, there is a meter-gauge railway from Vietnam, when Wei Zhigao was studying, he went to sit, and his classmates told him that the most important thing in the railway is the brake, and the train in normal motion cannot be braked without one or two hundred meters. The Japanese also have no way to do it, materials, wounded, so that the burden on the soldiers is too great, there are so three carriages, can release a lot of manpower and material resources, walking speed will also increase a lot, it is estimated that the previous estimate of three days will become two days. Tonight is the only night on the road, and in any case, take advantage of it tonight.

"After the Japanese left, I found out that these devils cut all our quilts and blankets into strips of cloth in order to weave ropes. Since the fall of Nanjing, we have never had a penny of food, robbed me of my grain, robbed my quilt, and robbed me of the hand-cranked rail car where I did business. "The railroad workers began to choke.

Wei Zhigao glanced at the railway worker who was crying sadly, and was a little disdainful, this guy should have a good life, he is in his forties, his face is clean, his beard is iron-blue, his face is ruddy, and his eyes are bright. The body is eighty percent new railway clothing, the clothing is very particular about the white shirt, the feet are quite good leather shoes, and there are cotton socks in the leather shoes. The biggest loss for him in this robbery by the Japanese army should be the hand-cranked rail car, which he usually uses to do some business along the railway, and he should get a lot of money.

"It's dangerous to slip out there!" Wei Zhigao said: "When I encounter a long downhill slope, I can't control it, and the wind is blowing up, and a small stone can fly the whole carriage to the side of the road." ”

"Not really!" When the railway worker heard Wei Zhigao's words, he said with a little relief: "These dog-day Japanese don't know that when the car arrives at Gaowangmiao, there is a big slope, and the hand-cranked car does not brake, and it can be slipped all the way to the pipe shop." After the steep mountain temple, there is also a big slope, this slippery car, you can slip all the way to the Three Realms. The uphill push them to death, and the downhill scares them to death. ”

"Hehehehehe!" The two laughed together.

Wei Zhigao estimated that Li Baicheng's car still needed to drive for a while to reach Mingguang, although the distance was not long, but the road had been in disrepair for a long time, and it was damaged by war, so it was good to be able to use it. Xu Ping is not familiar with the road, and it will take at least an hour to get around here. If you have this time, you can simply prepare the food first, and then set off after eating here, and there will be a good night's stay. Knowing that the Japanese army had three flatbed trucks, Wei Zhigao had a rough idea in his heart, what was the speed of the flatbed truck, and where he could reach with manpower traction in one day. Take out two pieces of Guangyang and ask the railway workers to buy some vegetables, rice and meat, and prepare a meal for twenty people. The railroad worker looked at the silver dollars in white flowers, and immediately took out a large bucket of rice from the house, picked a load of vegetables from the vegetable garden not far away, and brought back a few large steers from the freight yard in the distance.

Give these things to Wei Zhigao and ask if they are enough, not enough to go to the freight yard to catch them. Wei Zhigao said that enough, only eat, don't drink, and don't use many dishes. The railroad workers told them to go to the city and buy some quilts, otherwise they would not be able to sleep at night. Wei Zhigao joked that there are no trains on this railway, and it is also a blank guard to guard back and forth. The railway workers said that as long as they were still guarding, sooner or later the Ministry of Railways would pay back their wages, and if they left, there would be no such difference. Wei Zhigao told him that he was here tonight, and everyone else was redundant, and whoever would kill whom, it was estimated that the people from the Ministry of Railways would not dare to come to check the post. The railroad worker thought about it and said happily: "This place will be handed over to you, and I will talk about it in two days when I go back." ”

Carrying two silver dollars, he walked away laughing.

Killing chickens and washing vegetables, washing rice and cooking, just done, Xu Ping's car came, and when he saw the meat dishes on the two tables, and the soil-cut chicken that he hadn't seen for half a year, Li Baicheng shouted that there was no wine.

You can't drink wine, and you still have something to do at night. Xu Ping asked people to turn on the radio, began to contact the regiment headquarters, and reported the information that he had arrived tomorrow to Mo Di. Unexpectedly, I just turned on the walkie-talkie, but I heard another signal: "Tongmuling, Tongmuling, I am a big centipede, please reply when I receive it." ”

Big centipede, that's Chen Zhengxin. The news of Chen Zhengxin was actually received here, which made Xu Ping overjoyed. Immediately asked the newspaper operator to reply: "Big centipede, I'm Tongmujiang, I'm in Mingguang, where are you, talk back." ”

"Tongmujiang, I'm a big centipede, I'm in the Three Realms, tell Tongmujiang that the guests are staying at the Three Realms Railway Station tonight." Hearing the content translated by the radio operator in Guilin dialect, Xu Ping and the three of them laughed.

At this time, the news from the regiment headquarters also came in: "Tongmujiang Tongmujiang, I am Tongmuling, do you have news of a big centipede?" ”

The regimental headquarters was more than fifty kilometers away from Centipede Mountain in a straight line, and there were no extra walkie-talkies turning halfway, and communication had been made by telegraph instead of walkie-talkie for some time. Being able to talk directly is much more convenient than with a telegraph. Although the local dialect of the newspaper operators can only be understood by themselves, it does not affect the emotion that can be heard from the intonation.

Chen Zhengxin told Xu Ping that about 1,000 people came from Chuzhou today, and they were also pushing two flatbed cars, which were loaded with food and medicine, and when they passed through the Shahe, Chen Zhengxin's people had their eyes on them, and followed them to the Three Realms Railway Station, and found that they were no longer moving forward, but burying pots and cooking and camping on the spot, and they knew that they planned to spend this evening.

After clarifying the news, Chen Zhengxin almost didn't lose his hair in a hurry, there was only one walkie-talkie at the Centipede Mountain base, he brought it out, and the base was gone, and the base had a telegram, and he was able to contact the regiment headquarters, but he couldn't contact it. Let people run back to the base, but they are afraid that the daylily will be cold. He was so angry that he asked the newspaper operator to use the maximum power to just scream, but he didn't expect to answer Xu Ping, who had just come to Mingguang.

With Chen Zhengxin's news, Xu Ping felt a lot more at ease, and many of the information they wanted to know before had already fallen into Chen Zhengxin's eyes. In the railway office, Li Baicheng found the railway map, which clearly marked that from here to the Three Realms, the railway distance was 32 kilometers, and the hand-cranked rail car took about an hour. It's too late, even if you leave at twelve o'clock, it's too late.

When the sky was dark, Chen Zhengxin came with information again, the Japanese army from the direction of Mingguang had entered the station, and there were actually three flatbed cars, the flatbed car from Chuzhou occupied the incoming line, and the Mingguang came to occupy the main rail tightly, a small Sanjie station, except for the main track There is only one parking rail, and five flatbed cars were stopped, which were crowded. To Chen Zhengxin's surprise, as soon as Mingguang's Japanese army arrived in the Three Realms, the first flatbed slip only stayed for a short time, and then crowded a full crowd of people, and set off overnight to leave the Three Realms. The railway from the Three Realms through Zhang Baling to Shahe has ups and downs, and the carriage from the Three Realms can slip along the undulating railway all the way to Shahe as long as it pushes up the first high slope. When you arrive at Shahe, it is not far from Chuzhou.

"Ryosuke Yoshizumi is gone!" Xu Ping said with a little disappointment.

"Don't be greedy! It's good to be able to kill the Japanese soldiers, but you have to kill a few of his generals to be comfortable! Li Baicheng has an attitude that there are no chickens and ducks.

"That is, as long as we kill all the ordinary soldiers in Japan, it is useless to leave the generals behind." Wei Zhigao said: "Slow down, what did I think of, what did Chen Zhengxin say just now?" Two teams of flatbed cars meet in the Three Realms, and both railways occupy them! Tie it or not, mother and child! The more Wei Zhigao spoke, the more excited he became, the louder he spoke, and even Yong Ning's native language was brought out.

"Yes, that's right, do you need to be so excited?" Li Baicheng replied in Cantonese, he was from Funan and spoke Zuojiang Cantonese.

"Holy shit, I know what to do, act right away, don't let the Japanese run anymore." Wei Zhigao put down the chopsticks in his hand.

Several people looked at him with inquiring eyes, Wei Zhigao smiled, put the chopsticks on the table, and said, "The railway knows, right?" ”

"Yes." Xu Ping replied.

"Trains can only go on the rails, you know?" Before Wei Zhigao's voice fell, he had already heard a burst of "" sound, this is common sense, who doesn't know.

Wei Zhigao didn't care about the "" of the brothers, but continued with great interest: "There is generally only one railway, there will be more large stations, and there will generally only be two small stations, just like a small station like Shimen, isn't it?" ”

A group of people looked at what he said solemnly, and they all nodded stupidly: "Yes." ”

"If both railways are occupied by flatbed trucks." Wei Zhigao smiled: "No matter which road our rail car enters, it will run into a flatbed car parked there. ”

"Holy shit! I get it! Our rail car will stop, the iron wheels on the car will fly out, and the handles will open. Fuck me! Jap, haha! Li Baicheng laughed and spoke incoherently.

The people who ate at both tables understood what it meant, and the Japanese flatbed truck turned out to be the best detonator. Wei Zhigao began to look for wine in the railway worker's house, and after searching for a long time, he did not find it, and it seems that this railway worker is a model of discipline and never drinks.