Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

In the Japanese position, the roar of artillery was deafening, as if even the earth was shaking.

The flames produced by the explosion shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky red.

The shells, with tails of flames burning, whistled through the air and smashed into the enemy's position with the force of thunder.

Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening sound and a burst of flames, destroying the enemy's simple fortifications one by one.

The Japanese positions were covered in dust and smoke. The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of smoke. Only the flickering flames and flying debris from the artillery fire could be vaguely seen.

The flying shrapnel and gravel were like sharp raindrops, ruthlessly penetrating the bodies of the Japanese soldiers and leaving them riddled with holes.

The blood mixed with the soil, and the Japanese used their own blood to dye the land they invaded red.

Perhaps this is just in line with the saying that blood debt must be repaid with blood.

The devils are using their lives and screams as they die to prove the profoundness of Chinese culture.

The Japanese were caught off guard by the sudden artillery fire. They fled in panic, looking for a hiding place to escape.

However, under this intensive artillery fire, any resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

The fragments of the shells were like sharp blades, ruthlessly cutting the bodies of the devils; the shock wave of the explosion shook them to the ground, making them lose their combat effectiveness.

As the bombardment continued, the Japanese positions were gradually engulfed by artillery fire.

In the firelight, one could clearly see the Japs' defenses collapsing bit by bit, let alone launching a counterattack.

But the Japanese officer was still struggling, roaring loudly: "Counterattack, counterattack!"

But in the next second, a bullet hit his head accurately.

It was Duanwu who fired the shot. At such a critical moment, how could Duanwu let a Japanese officer ruin his good deeds?

"Charge, don't leave any devil behind!"

Duanwu smiled and gave the order to kill the Japanese officer, because this battle was no longer a suspense.

The Japanese were completely suppressed by the artillery fire, and only a small number of them were firing back, but this firepower was no hindrance to the guerrillas.

A brutal hand-to-hand fight broke out.

The surviving Japanese soldiers launched a counterattack against the guerrillas with bayonets in hand.

Although their numbers were small, they had no choice but to charge forward at this time.

Because everyone knows that once the enemy rushes up, even if our side has more people, we will lose the advantage of the first move, and our momentum will be greatly reduced.

What's more, at this time, more than half of the Japanese soldiers had been killed or wounded, and less than one-third of them were able to fight.

But the Japs had no choice but to go ahead.

"Attack! Attack!"

This hoarse and crazy order was issued by a sergeant who had just replaced the Japanese squad leader who was shot dead by Duanwu.

His face was distorted and his eyes were red, as if he had completely turned into a madman who only knew how to kill in the war.

His spiritual will has been completely replaced by killing.

In his eyes, war is meaningless, and there is only the possibility of killing the enemy in front of him or being killed by the enemy.

There are many such devils who collapsed in the war. They are no longer human, but beasts who only know how to kill.

So at the moment when the Japanese sergeant shouted to attack, one Japanese soldier, two Japanese soldiers, three Japanese soldiers, four Japanese soldiers, and many Japanese soldiers who could still get up rushed out of the trench with the Japanese sergeant. The battle broke out instantly, and a Japanese soldier who was rushing in the front rushed forward fiercely, his bayonet with a whirring sound, actually went straight to the chest of a guerrilla fighter.

Unfortunately, the little devil chose the wrong opponent. His opponent turned out to be Duanwu.

Duanwu has always been at the front of the team, so this time, he was also the first to reach the Japanese position.

The Japanese bayonet came at him, but Duanwu smiled slightly. He twisted his body and avoided the Japanese's fierce attack by a hair's breadth.

And just as the Japanese bayonet missed, Duanwu suddenly stabbed out with the black blade in his right hand, directly piercing the opponent's neck.

After being stabbed in the neck, the Japanese soldier's body became stiff and he couldn't move at all. He stared at Duanwu with an unbelievable look in his eyes.

Duanwu ignored it because at this moment, the crazy Japanese officer had already rushed over.

He raised his samurai sword towards Duanwu like a reckless man, shouting: Long live the Emperor.

Duanwu felt that the other party was courting death. At the moment when the Japanese officer's saber was about to chop down, he turned around beautifully and stabbed the other party's abdomen with his right hand knife.

The Japanese officer screamed in pain and even dropped the samurai sword in his hand.

But in the next second, he felt a chill on his neck, and a sharp blade had pierced into the back of his neck. His eyes went black on the spot, and he received his lunch box.

This series of movements was clean and smooth, like flowing water. It was as if the devil was just a puppet, posing for the Dragon Boat Festival to kill.

Seeing this, the guerrillas' morale was boosted and they seized the opportunity to rush towards the Japanese positions.

At this time, shouts and gunshots intertwined into one, and the Japanese position instantly turned into a tragic Shura battlefield.

But the battle did not last long. After five minutes, the battle was completely over.

Except for a few smarter ones who escaped, all the others were slaughtered.

Duanwu immediately ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up and sent out reconnaissance teams to scout everywhere to see if there were any enemy reinforcements.

Their current situation is extremely dangerous and they may be surrounded and killed by the enemy at any time.

This is also the reason why Duanwu must escape from the Japanese encirclement as soon as possible.

Once surrounded by the Japanese, even if Duanwu had three heads and six arms, it would be impossible for him to break out safely with so many people.

So if Duanwu wants to break out, he has to race against time with the Japanese.

At the same time, the Japanese reinforcements were less than an hour away from the guerrillas' position.

In other words, the guerrillas would have to walk about five kilometers within an hour and defeat another mixed team of Japanese and puppet troops before they could escape the enemy's encirclement.

Duanwu calculated the time, his expression becoming more and more solemn.

He knew the time when the Japanese arrived in Jinzhou, and he also guessed that the Japanese were most likely to rest in Jinzhou.

Because it is obvious that the Japanese have traveled a long distance, and no matter how vigorous they are, they will not continue the pursuit without resting when they arrive in Jinzhou. In that case, the Japanese can only fight with a tired army.

Duanwu believed that not all Japanese officers were ignorant and impatient with the spirit of Bushido.

Therefore, it is very necessary to rest for an hour in Jinzhou.

Then Duanwu can roughly calculate the time when the Japanese reinforcements will arrive.

Therefore, Duanwu came to the conclusion that they might not have enough time to break out! (End of this chapter)