136: They're targeting the elite.

The oppressive atmosphere in Qingxu Temple was shattered by hurried footsteps.

Lin Yanqiu rushed in breathlessly with two members of a student anti-japanese group.

"Mr. Lu, it's bad! The japanese main force has suddenly attacked Langfang City."

Lu Fan, who was about to settle accounts with Song Zheyuan, instantly sharpened his gaze.

Langfang is the eastern gate of Beijing; once it falls, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He immediately looked at Zhang Tingshu.

Zhang Tingshu reacted swiftly, saying gravely, "Boss, going to find Song Zheyuan now would only vent anger and offer no help to the battle situation."

"If Langfang is lost, the japanese can freely reinforce troops and transport supplies along the railway line."

"In that case, Beijing truly won't be defensible."

Lu Fan sighed; he understood the priorities and decisively waved his hand to order, "Target Langfang, advance at full speed along the railway line."

"Li Zhenshan, lead the way; Zhang Tingshu, devise an engagement plan; Ah Fu, conduct reconnaissance throughout."

"Yes!" The Security Team Members, suppressed for so long, erupted in low roars, their frustration instantly transforming into fighting spirit.

The team surged out of Qingxu Temple like an unsheathed sword, charging toward the direction of the most intense gunfire.

Running several miles along the railway line, the sounds of fierce gunfire became clearly audible.

On a small hill beside the railway,

about a company of soldiers were desperately resisting the fierce assault of well-equipped japanese troops, relying on simple fortifications.

The japanese offensive surged like a tide; the position was precarious, with heavy casualties.

"Old Li, take the assault team, flank the japanese from behind, and relieve our brothers on the position," Zhang Tingshu decided promptly.

"Damn it! I've been suffocating! Follow me!"

Li Zhenshan, like a wild horse unleashed, wielded a machine gun and led over twenty fierce Security Team Members, thrusting like a dagger into the flank of the japanese assault formation.

"Ah Fu, report enemy fire points and Commander positions."

Zhang Tingshu, with the sniper team, coldly occupied a vantage point, steadily setting up his JS Sniper Rifle.

"Eleven o'clock direction, Grenade Launcher team; two o'clock direction, light machine gun; enemy Commander, wearing glasses, behind the Type 11 Machine Gun."

Ah Fu's voice rang clearly through the communicator.

"Sniper team, eliminate the Grenade Launcher and machine gunners; fire team, suppress the enemy Commander area; assault team, scatter them!"

Zhang Tingshu's orders were concise and forceful.

"Bang~~~"

A precise sniper shot rang out, and the japanese Grenade Launcher operator fell.

Rat-a-tat-tat~~~

The roar of machine guns instantly covered the japanese machine gun position.

"Kill~~~"

Li Zhenshan and the assault team charged like tigers descending a mountain, submachine guns spitting fire, grenades exploding among the japanese.

The sudden fierce flank attack instantly disrupted and stunned the japanese assault formation.

The 29th Army soldiers on the position, seeing such ferocious reinforcements, morale boosted, launched a countercharge.

Caught between attacks from front and rear, this arrogant japanese squad was quickly annihilated.

The battle ended, smoke lingering.

Lu Fan surveyed the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the armbands and equipment on the japanese corpses.

When he saw the identification documents fallen from a japanese corpse, his eyes suddenly turned icy cold.

The document clearly read: 16th Division, 9th Infantry Regiment!

The 16th Division!

Lu Fan's heart felt gripped by a cold hand, stiffening in place.

He hadn't expected this division, stained with the blood of 300,000 innocent civilians in Nanjing and guilty of heinous crimes,

to already appear on the North China battlefield.

"Boss?" Zhang Tingshu noticed Lu Fan's unusual expression and approached with concern.

"It's nothing." Lu Fan suppressed his surging killing intent, saying coldly, "Confirm which unit this force belongs to."

"Boss, this japanese unit is the vanguard of the 16th Division."

"Boss, the 16th Division... is a japanese elite Type A division, exceptionally fierce."

Zhang Tingshu and Li Zhenshan exchanged a glance and reported truthfully.

Elite? We fight the elite.

Lu Fan looked directly at them and asked, "Do you have the guts to clash with them?"

"Back at Xifeng Pass, I dared to charge with just a broadsword; now with such good equipment, need I say more? Let's beat the bastards!"

Li Zhenshan wiped blood and sweat from his face, excitedly saying, "Boss, let's pull off a big one right here by the railway!"

Zhang Tingshu loosened his collar button, resolute: "Damn it! Let's do it!"

"Boss, just give the order!" the team members behind shouted in unison.

"Exactly what I had in mind!" Lu Fan's eyes flashed coldly as he solemnly instructed, "Tingshu, set up an ambush position!"

"Let's meet the 16th Division in the way we're best at."

"Yes!" Zhang Tingshu perked up and immediately began assigning combat tasks:

"Ah Fu is responsible for enemy reconnaissance and battlefield information support."

"Mortar team, select positions over 700 meters on both sides of the railway, pre-calibrate coordinates, cover the front and rear sections of the train."

"Fire team, carry General-Purpose Machine Guns, set up crossfire points 200 meters on both sides of the railway! Must stay concealed!"

"Assault team, carry submachine guns and grenades, ambush nearby, responsible for clearing remaining enemies and stopping japanese jumping from the train!"

"Sniper team, freely choose high positions, prioritize sniping officers, machine gunners, and japanese attempting to organize counterattacks!"

Orders were swiftly issued; the Security Team operated like a precise war machine.

The soldiers quickly constructed a deadly ambush circle using ditches, woods, and slopes along the railway.

Night fell, all was silent except for insect chirps and distant faint artillery sounds.

Ah Fu's voice suddenly rang in everyone's earpieces: "Target spotted, eight boxcars, two flatcars."

"Carrying artillery, moving east to west at high speed."

"Estimated to enter the ambush zone in three minutes."

"Fire!" When the locomotive fully entered the designated area, Zhang Tingshu decisively ordered.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!..."

Ten pre-positioned Mortars roared simultaneously!

Shells whistled with death, accurately striking the moving train and the tracks before and after it!

Boom~~~

Deafening explosions echoed; the locomotive was directly hit, flames soaring.

The following cars were twisted, derailed, and overturned! Artillery on the flatcars was flung aside.

Unprepared japanese soldiers tumbled out of shattered cars like dumplings.

Instantly torn apart by explosions and flying shrapnel!

"Fire!" Zhang Tingshu commanded!

General-Purpose Machine Guns spat long tongues of flame, concentrated bullets like two intersecting scythes of death.

Bullets clanged against metal cars, thudded into flesh, screams rising and falling.

Then, grenades rained down as if free, thrown by the assault team.

For a moment, explosions flashed continuously, limbs and debris flying everywhere!

The battle was a completely one-sided slaughter!

The elite of the 16th Division, caught off guard, faced firepower and tactical ambushes beyond their era.

The japanese couldn't organize effective resistance; the railway line instantly became a slaughterhouse.

"Cease Mortar fire; Mortar team switch weapons to support fire team, extend fire coverage. Assault team, advance to clear."

Zhang Tingshu adjusted commands based on the battlefield situation.

The Security Team Members, like hunting wolves, began methodically clearing remaining enemies, administering coup de grâce.

As the team reveled in victory, Ah Fu's urgent warning sounded in everyone's earpieces.

"Attention, situation detected~~~"