Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Duanwu had long anticipated the Japanese artillery bombardment.

When the Japanese cavalry suffered heavy losses, they would be desperate and kill even their own people.

Duanwu has seen this scene many times on the battlefield.

So there is a reason why the Japanese were so cruel that they even killed their own people.

So when most of the Japanese cavalry were wiped out, he directly ordered all cars to turn off their lights.

At the same time, a red flare went straight to the mechanized infantry regiment of the devil and exploded above Kojiro's head.

Kojiro was extremely surprised and thought to himself, "What are the guerrillas going to do? Are they trying to blind me with flares?"

The other Japanese soldiers were also extremely surprised, looking at the flare that was gradually exploding in confusion.

The exploding flares not only illuminated half of the battlefield, but also sounded like a silent horn, awakening the giant beast sleeping in the dark night.

The air around them seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force. The earth shook violently, causing the ground under the devil's feet to tremble violently and emit a low roar.

At this moment, it seemed as if thousands of troops were galloping in the darkness, but no one could see their shapes, only their sounds could be heard.

That was the sound of horse hooves, rapid, powerful, and with unparalleled momentum, gathering from all directions, as surging as the tide, or like a violent storm, unstoppable.

The Japanese were shocked and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloping their bodies. Their eyes were full of disbelief and fear.

"The cavalry! It's the cavalry!"

Kojiro Osamu's voice sounded particularly sharp in the chaos. He suddenly came to his senses, but it was too late.

In the darkness, teams of cavalry jumped out of the night like ghosts, their figures flickering in the firelight. Some of them held long swords that gleamed with cold light, while others had raised their guns and aimed at the enemy in the moonlight in the distance.

Intensive gunfire ensued, and the cavalry fired wildly at the Japanese convoy in two directions.

The sound of gunfire came one after another, like the stars in the night sky suddenly lighting up and then quickly disappearing, leaving only a series of deadly tracks.

Some bullets hit the truck windows accurately, making crisp shattering sounds and accompanied by the screams of the enemies inside.

Some of them hit the Japanese soldiers on the trucks or the trucks' fuel tanks, instantly causing violent explosions and flames.

In the firelight, the panicked Japanese soldiers became increasingly clear; they would become the next target of the Mongolian cavalry.

The soldiers of the Japanese mechanized corps were caught off guard by the sudden hail of bullets. Under the command of Kojiro Sho, they frantically adjusted the muzzles of their guns and tried to fight back.

But the Mongolian cavalry moved too quickly. After only one round of shooting, they swept to the front of the Japanese army like a black storm.

Their figures looked particularly huge in the interweaving of moonlight and firelight.

As the distance shortened, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the heavy breathing of the warhorses and the smell of blood that was about to erupt.

At this moment, the Mongolian cavalry suddenly pulled out sharp scimitars from their sheaths. The moonlight flowed on the blades, reflecting a cold light.

As the cavalrymen roared, they jumped off their horses one after another, or remained on their horses, and with a condescending attitude, waved their scimitars and engaged in close combat with the Japanese.

The scimitar drew silver arcs in the air, and every swing was accompanied by the enemy's body trembling and blood splattering.

Although the Japs were well-equipped, they were overwhelmed and unable to resist the fierce attack of the Mongolian cavalry. They tried to fight back with rifles, but these weapons obviously lost their advantage in close combat.

On the contrary, the Mongolian cavalry relied on their excellent riding skills to constantly shuttle among the enemy groups, harvesting the heads of the devils one by one.

On the battlefield, screams, roars, and the clash of weapons intertwined together to form a tragic war song.

The Japanese tank troops were still struggling. They hoped to buy a glimmer of hope for their colleagues by moving the tanks and bombarding them.

But they were wrong. Under Duanwu's excellent command, the Japanese tanks were quickly destroyed one after another.

Duanwu had already told Wu Gan the weakness of the Japanese tank, so Wu Gan had already prepared people with things like crowbars, two people in a group, one to pry a gap in the air window of the Japanese tank's engine, while the other threw grenades inside.

So the five Japanese tanks were quickly destroyed.

Without the protection of the chariots, the entire battle became a one-sided massacre.

The Japs were either shot to death on the trucks or had their heads chopped off by sabers after jumping off the trucks.

Kojiro Osei hid in the truck and did not dare to come out. He ordered his men to turn the truck around and leave quickly.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, a grenade thrown from somewhere exploded directly under his car.

  Boom!

After a violent explosion, a powerful shock wave suddenly exploded with a deafening bang, covering everything around in fire and smoke, including the truck's fuel tank.

The truck bed split open in the powerful shock and burst into flames.

Then there was an even more violent explosion. The truck body shook violently under the huge force of the blast. The sound of metal twisting and deforming and the sound of broken glass splashing intertwined, forming a symphony of despair.

The flames quickly engulfed every corner of the vehicle, turning the originally solid steel fortress into a blazing furnace.

Kojiro Osamu felt an irresistible force pushing him to the side. There was a continuous roar and whistle in his ears, and only dazzling light and rolling smoke could be seen.

He tried to grab onto something to steady himself, but everything around him was collapsing, making all his efforts in vain.

As the aftermath of the explosion gradually dissipated, the wreckage of the truck was scattered, and charred and twisted metal pieces were scattered all over the ground.

Kojiro Osamu's figure was looming in the chaos, his clothes were burnt by the flames, and his face was covered with smoke and blood.

He is still alive. I don’t know if he is lucky or God is punishing him deliberately, because only the upper body is left of him.

Kojiro Tsuneo wailed in despair, but at this moment, no one could extend the hand of God to him.

His men also suffered serious injuries. Some were thrown away by the shock wave of the explosion, and their lives were in danger; others were lying not far away, wailing for help.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief period of chaos and silence due to this sudden change. Only the occasional gunshots and explosions from afar reminded people that the battle was not over yet.

Kojiro Osamu struggled to stand up, but then he realized that he had lost his lower body.

His internal organs were all over the floor, and he cried and used his hands to put his internal organs back into his cavity.

But it was too late. No matter how hard he tried, he could not change his fate of dying! (End of this chapter)