The Japanese soldiers came with a menacing air, but no sooner had they entered the guerrilla zone than they found themselves sinking into the vast ocean of people's war. It was like an old ox falling into a well—all their strength had nowhere to exert itself. The bullet mines planted by the Eighth Route Army and the local militia made every step a struggle; they could barely move an inch.
The bullet mines manufactured in these last few days had been swiftly distributed to the County Regiment, the District Platoon, and the militia along the front lines. These mines were effective against both infantry and vehicles. Most of the Japanese supply trucks suffered blown tires. Truly, they were loved by all who saw them, bloomed for all who beheld them, and caused every vehicle they encountered to blow a tire.
That day, Wang Diren arrived at the Arsenal once more.
Chapter 41