Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2347 The Iron Hoof of the Destroyed Empire!

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and tension, as if even the wind had stopped flowing, leaving only the roar of chariots echoing outside the woods.

But the Japanese were not in a hurry to attack and no one knew why.

At this moment, a thin Japanese officer climbed out from the top of a tank with a smug smile on his face. It was Kitahara Hiroyuki.

Kitahara Hiroyuki stood on the chariot and sneered, "Mr. Ye, I don't think you could have dreamed that I would come so soon, right? You can't get around this road, and there are deserts all around, where can you escape to?"

"Report, we found that some of the enemies are fleeing to the southeast, and some are fleeing to the east."

At this moment, a Japanese soldier came to report.

Kitahara Hiroyuki said nonchalantly: "Our target is now in this forest, and there is no need to be afraid of others. Order the 1st Infantry Squadron and the 2nd Infantry Squadron to encircle in the southeast and southwest directions, and the other imperial troops follow the chariots and slowly attack from the front.

Order the artillery to immediately fire at our unoccupied areas after the 1st Infantry Squadron and the 2nd Infantry Squadron arrive at the designated positions, and provide full fire coverage."

"Hi!"

Kitahara Hiroyuki's adjutant Matsushita was standing under the chariot. After receiving Kitahara Hiroyuki's order, he immediately passed it down.

The devil's move naturally caught Duanwu's attention, and he had expected it.

This was an opportunity for him. He hid in the woods with his guerrillas. The Japanese did not know where his main force was, but his every move was seen by him.

The Japanese have divided their forces, which is a good thing.

If it were him, he would definitely use his superior forces to drive the enemy out of the woods, and then encircle and annihilate them in the Gobi Desert.

But obviously, the Japanese officers on the opposite side were not so smart and were actually planning to encircle and annihilate them in this woods.

Although the forest here is not big, it is about ten square kilometers. If the Japanese want to encircle and annihilate nearly three hundred guerrillas in such a large forest, I am afraid that the Japanese troops are not enough.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Duanwu and his men can rest easy. The enemy's strength is at least four or five times theirs. If the enemy attacks regardless of the cost, the guerrillas may be in danger of being wiped out.

So after thinking for a moment, Duanwu immediately made his own judgment and asked Ma Ping'an to lead a platoon to the woods on the east side to set up booby traps to delay the Japanese attack.

As for the front battlefield, Duanwu had already made arrangements, letting Ma Shanpao lead a platoon to deal with the Japanese tanks with the help of mines and explosives.

After entering the woods, the Japanese tanks could only move forward along a few limited roads.

Because there were too many trees in the woods, unless they could flatten the trees with artillery shells, they would have to pass through the gaps between the trees.

This provided an opportunity for the guerrillas. Mashan Pao, who had rich experience in laying mines, buried the mines here.

The Japanese tanks were unaware of this and still rushed into the woods arrogantly.

As the roar of the Japanese tanks gradually penetrated deeper into this seemingly peaceful forest, a depressing and tense atmosphere filled the air.

The Japanese soldiers on the tanks were unaware of anything and their faces were still filled with blind confidence in victory.

The tanks drove slowly, rolling over dead leaves and twigs, making a series of harsh noises, as if announcing to their enemies: I am here, little guerrillas, you can't stand up to the tanks of the Empire of Japan. However, at this moment, the bottom of the tank suddenly touched something, making a sound like dry wood breaking.

The Japanese thought they had run over a dead tree and didn't pay much attention to it. But at the same time, the car body suddenly stopped, and then a sharp metal tearing sound accompanied by a violent vibration resounded through the forest.

  The Japanese soldier realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. With a loud bang, the mine exploded!

The power of the explosion instantly tore a huge hole in the bottom of the chariot. Flames and black smoke instantly engulfed the entire chariot. Fragments and debris flew everywhere, as if a doomsday storm was raging in the woods.

The Japanese soldiers on the tanks were terrified. Some were thrown out of the vehicles by the huge impact force and fell heavily to the ground with screams.

Others were trapped in the burning chariot, banging on the door desperately, but could only watch their bodies gradually burn.

The surrounding trees shook violently under the shock wave of the explosion, as if they might fall down at any time.

The air was filled with pungent gunpowder and burning smells, mixed with terrified screams and painful groans, forming a hellish scene.

All around the wreckage of the tank, flames licked the metal shell wantonly, making crackling sounds, like the whisper of death, filling every surviving Japanese soldier's heart with unprecedented fear.

Those devils who barely retained consciousness had faces as pale as paper, and their eyes flashed with fear of death and despair of the unknown.

They staggered and tried to escape from this land of death, but their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and every step seemed extremely difficult.

The sky seemed to be shocked by this tragic scene, with dark clouds and thunder, indicating that even worse weather was about to come.

Rain began to fall, but it did nothing to ease the tension and despair on the battlefield.

Instead, rain and blood intertwined to form winding streams that flowed across this war-torn land.

The Japanese vanguard officer was still roaring hard, trying to stabilize the current situation.

But in this violent explosion, his voice seemed so small and weak.

In this chaos and despair, every Japanese soldier felt the fragility and helplessness of life.

They began to doubt what this war was all about and whether it was worth paying such a heavy price to gain those unattainable victories.

Of course, they didn't have time to think too much at this time, because if they disobeyed orders on the battlefield, they would die even if they escaped back.

Thinking of the scene of being ordered to commit seppuku, the Japanese soldiers had to stop their fleeing. After all, they only lost a tank.

They had more tanks, and some of the devils even laughed at themselves. In front of such a powerful imperial tank, how many mines could their enemies use?

But they were wrong. Just when the Japanese were confidently preparing for a counterattack, more mines seemed to be awakened from their slumber and exploded one after another along the route of the Japanese tanks.

And every explosion seemed like a heavy response to the arrogance of the Japanese army.

In this forest shrouded in smoke, the flame of justice burns brightly, like a mirror of history, illuminating the dead end of Japanese militarism!