Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2618 Colonel Nakajima was attacked!

The night falls quietly like a silent giant between the rolling mountains, shrouding the earth in deep darkness.

And on this night when one could almost hear the whispers of the stars, a convoy of Japanese soldiers was speeding along the winding mountain road.

The wheels kicked up clouds of dust that mixed with the night wind, like a leaping black earth dragon, completely breaking the silence in the mountains.

Under the light of the headlights, the trees on both sides of the mountain road quickly retreated, while the mountains in the distance were looming at the edge of the headlights.

Nakajima, who was in the car, looked at the map and the outline of the mountains outside the car and said, "We are still thirty miles away from Phoenix City. If we speed up, we will arrive in more than two hours. The journey is longer than we thought!"

At this time, Nakajima sighed. He originally thought that it would take more than four hours to reach the guerrilla base.

But now it seems that it may not even take five hours.

But he didn't care, because as long as he reached the guerrilla base before dawn, he would be in time.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, there was a sudden light in front of him, followed by a deafening explosion.

In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, instantly dispelling the surrounding darkness and reflecting a doomsday scene.

The Japanese troop carrier driving in the front was thrown into the air amidst the flames and explosions, and the body of the vehicle rolled violently in the air.

The Japanese soldiers in the car had no time to react to this sudden disaster. They were thrown out of the car by the huge impact force, like a kite with a broken string.

Some of the Japs howled in fear in the air, while others flew straight out without a sound.

However, it was not that they carried forward the spirit of Bushido, but that they had already turned into corpses in the explosion.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, and in the light of the fire, corpses were scattered everywhere.

Some of them had distorted faces and opened their mouths wide as if they were still shouting; others were curled up in a ball, their bodies stiff as if they had been dead for a long time.

Those Japanese soldiers who were not directly killed by the explosion were struggling in pain, and their wailing and cries for help were heard everywhere.

After a brief blank, Nakajima's brain finally came to his senses and realized that they were attacked.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, the spies in the city had obviously been eliminated, so why did the enemy set an ambush on the road in advance?

He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

Of course, even so, as the commander of the Shadow Wolf Force, he did not forget that he must respond as soon as possible, otherwise he would follow in the footsteps of the Imperial Army that had been attacked before.

His brain was working rapidly as he began to analyze the situation. He had to abandon the car immediately, otherwise they would be sitting ducks on the mountain road.

But at this moment, he didn't know whether his enemy did it on purpose or it was a coincidence. Just when Nakajima was about to get out of the car and order the people to abandon the car, a series of explosions came towards him like a raging fire dragon.

Those Japanese soldiers who were not affected by the first wave of explosions originally still held out a glimmer of hope, but at this moment, they could only watch as the troop carriers were torn into pieces in the explosions, and human and car debris were scattered in all directions like raindrops.

The flames grew bigger and bigger in Nakajima's eyes. This well-trained Japanese soldier quickly pushed open the car door and jumped out without even giving orders.

He rolled forward in the air and landed in the grass under the roadbed. Although his cheeks and skin were scratched by weeds and shrubs, he managed to avoid the subsequent explosion.

The truck he was riding in exploded just after he landed. The horrible gust of air flew over his head, almost blowing off his helmet. Nakajima could only duck his head and bury his head deep in the grass.

He was like an ostrich, with his butt sticking up and his head hidden.

The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears for a long time. At this moment, his brain once again experienced a brief blank period.

Chu Chu Chu!

Chu Chu Chu!

However, at this moment, dense and fierce gunfire rang out on the mountain road again, like hundreds of angry fire dragons roaring at the same time.

The dense bullets were like a violent storm, interweaving into a web of death in mid-air.

Those soldiers who had no time to react were instantly engulfed by the dense hail of bullets.

Their bodies were pierced, and they withered one by one in the endless rain of bullets, as helpless as fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

Nakajima peeked out from a gap in the bushes and saw his companions falling down one after another, some were spitting blood, while others were lying on the ground twitching.

Blood splattered, staining the ground beneath his feet red, and also reflecting Nakajima's terrified eyes red.

Suddenly, a truck that was not directly affected by the mine explosion was unfortunately hit by a bullet in the fuel tank.

Without any warning, a huge flame suddenly rose into the sky, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The burning gasoline splashed like a fountain, igniting everything around. The flames greedily devoured every inch of space, wrapping up several unfortunate Japs. They screamed miserably but were unable to escape the cage of flames.

The shock wave of the explosion swept in again, overturning the grass beside Nakajima. He felt a powerful force pushing him to the side. His ears were buzzing and he almost went deaf.

When he managed to raise his head, the world in front of him seemed to be shrouded in flames and smoke, and everything became blurred.

He saw that some of his men who were affected by the explosion were thrown high into the air by the air waves like kites with broken strings; others were hit violently, their bodies twisted and deformed, and finally fell to the ground powerlessly, their lives uncertain.

At this moment, Nakajima's heart was filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

He finally understood what kind of attack the imperial army had suffered before that led to it being wiped out by the enemy in such a short time.

At this moment, he had no intention of fighting, and there was only one word left in his mind, which was escape.

He shouted, "Retreat, everyone retreat, abandon the truck."

After shouting, Nakajima was the first to run away.

He bent his body to the lowest position, and with the help of the wormwood, he quickly ran back the way he came.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers who heard Nakajima's order also lowered their voices and ran in the direction they came from.

Those Japanese soldiers who did not hear Nakajima's order were still relying on the exploded or non-exploded trucks to resist stubbornly and fire at the glowing positions in the woods.

They tried to reverse the defeat, but under the guerrillas' terrifying fire suppression, almost every Japanese soldier could not fire more than a few shots before being swallowed up by the surging bullets and breakdanced on the spot.

At this point, tactics and military quality became meaningless. Under the terrifying rain of bullets, even steel would be gradually worn out, let alone flesh and blood! .

(End of this chapter)