Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2451 The Abandoned Puppet Army Battalion!

On the vast grassland, a group of exhausted puppet soldiers slowly moved forward in this endless sea of ​​grass, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, stretching their shadows long, as if even the shadows could not bear the heaviness.

Everyone's face was covered with fine beads of sweat, the corners of their mouths were cracked, and their breathing came and went, sounding like a bellows, appearing to be extremely strenuous.

Their clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to their bodies, as if even their skin was bound by this layer of wet cloth, making it hard to breathe.

The puppet army captain who was walking at the front of the team was already staggering.

He was already living a life of luxury, but now he was hallucinating. The scenes of his home kept appearing in his mind: warm lights, his wife's gentle smile, and his children's innocent smiles.
At this moment, he missed that warm moment so much that he even began to doubt whether he had taken the wrong path.

Damn it, the Japanese are not human at all. He originally had a warhorse to ride on, but the Japanese took it away by force, saying that the Imperial Army’s cavalry lacked warhorses.

What does the lack of war horses in your grandmother's imperial cavalry have to do with him? He was so tired that he began to doubt his life. He really wanted to curse and shoot all the devils in front of him.

Next to him, the deputy captain, who shared the same fate with him, was also holding his knees with his hands, gasping for breath.

His warhorse was also requisitioned by the Japanese. He was so tired that he, like the captain, began to have deep doubts about the life path he had chosen.

The puppet soldiers behind him began to complain in a low voice. The captain was annoyed by what he heard and turned around to curse: "Damn it, if you have the guts, just curse louder. If you are so quiet, the Japanese can't hear you. What's the point of saying it?"

The puppet soldiers remained silent after being scolded. If they really had the courage, they would have rebelled long ago. Why would they wait until now?
However, at this moment, misfortunes never come singly. Just when the puppet army was exhausted and had been left far behind by the Japanese army, from their south came billowing smoke and the sound of endless iron hooves trampling the earth.

That sound was like a torrent formed by countless iron hooves.

They galloped and leaped like a black storm on the grassland, sweeping towards the puppet army positions with unparalleled power.

The sound of horse hooves came from far away, like thunder rolling in the sky, gradually gathering into a deafening roar.

The dust on the grassland was blown up by this force, forming a dust wall that covered the sky and the sun, dimming the afterglow of the sunset.

Behind this wall of dust are the cavalry of the Wugan tribe. They hold scimitars in their hands, their eyes burning with rage towards the invaders, as if they want to burn every inch of the grassland.

The puppet soldiers, already exhausted, were stunned by this sudden scene.

Their eyes were filled with horror, as if they had seen the moment of doomsday.

They were infantry, and their enemies were cavalry. Even a fool could see the difference between the two.

Let alone fighting at this point, who among them could survive if hit by the Mongolian cavalry?

So when the torrent of war horses got closer and closer, they had even met their own death.

Some puppet soldiers felt their legs go weak and they fell to the ground; some held their heads with their hands and screamed in fear; others tried to escape, but their legs felt as if they were filled with lead and they could not take a single step.

They had never felt such intense fear and despair.

However, at this moment, the captain of the puppet army brigade was able to remain calm and commanded loudly: "Brothers, we can't just sit there and wait to die!"

Hearing this, all the puppet soldiers looked at their captain as if they had seen a savior.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, their captain said again: "Stand up and run, run towards the direction of the Imperial Army, the Imperial Army will save us." Puff!
Several puppet soldiers vomited blood on the spot, because could two legs outrun four legs?

Moreover, at this time, they were already exhausted and obviously could not run fast.

But at this point, they had only this one way left. If they didn't run, they would just stay where they were and wait to die.

So the puppet army used all their strength to run towards the Japanese army in the front, hoping that the Japanese would turn around and rescue them.

At the same time, the Japanese naturally discovered that the cavalry of the Wugan tribe was charging towards the marching team of the puppet army behind them, and immediately reported to General Takeda.

But General Takeda had already seen this scene through the car window.

His brows were slightly furrowed because he had already guessed the enemy's intention.

These cavalrymen from the Wugan tribe were not targeting the puppet army at all, but were trying to buy time for the herdsmen who were migrating ahead.

He asked: “How far are we from the herders?”

The Japanese officer quickly replied: "It's still about five kilometers. We can catch up."

Hearing this, Takeda snorted coldly and said, "Order the puppet army to hold the Wugan tribe's cavalry in place, and order the imperial army's cavalry to move forward quickly to lure the Wugan tribe's cavalry to intercept them, and then the imperial army will immediately surround them."

At this point, General Takeda snorted again and said, "Humph, I think our enemies can no longer sit still. The outcome of this war will soon be decided."

"Hi!"

The Japanese officer took the order and immediately went to pass it on.

The issuance of this order will also foreshadow the fate of the puppet army being abandoned.

The puppet army at this time was like being penetrated by the coldest wind in winter, and every inch of their skin was filled with biting cold and despair.

So the puppet army did not wait for the Japanese rescue. Only that cold order, passed through the dry lips of the Japanese messenger, fell on their hearts like a verdict.

Ordering them to defend on the spot and delay the enemy - this was simply leaving them waiting to die.

All the puppet troops wanted to curse. They were all infantrymen. How could they hold back the ferocious cavalry with their meager strength on this vast and flat grassland? Wasn't this a clear way to let them die?

They wanted to greet the ancestors of those devils and vent their resentment, but in the end it could only turn into a low whimper deep in their throats.

Because they knew very well that even if they were unwilling, they could not disobey the Japanese orders. Those cruel and ruthless devils would not show mercy to them.

Moreover, even if they muster up the courage to resist, what can they change?

Could it be that those ruthless Japanese devils would really have a change of heart and turn around to save them?
No, this was just a faint fantasy in their hearts. The reality was cruel. They had been abandoned and were destined to pay the price of their lives on this grassland for the ambition and greed of others.

At this moment, despair was like an invisible net that bound them tightly.

They can only silently bear this sudden fate and wait for the unknown but destined tragic ending! .