Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2688 Crazy pursuit!

Just as the villagers of Kaoshantun were suffering from the inhuman torture of the Japanese invaders, after a burst of hurried footsteps, gunshots were heard from both wings of the Japanese invaders at the same time.

The Japanese soldiers near the periphery of the team were shot and fell to the ground one after another.

It turned out to be Duanwu and Long Qianyan, each bringing their men to attack.

Kujo Miyakita's heart instantly rose to his throat. They knew that if they were caught up by the Anti-Japanese United Army, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Quick! Speed ​​up! We must break out of the encirclement!"

Kujo Miyakita was screaming hysterically, and even Yamamoto Shunsuke, who was known as the devil, was a little panicked at this time.

He was not a soldier at all. He could still pretend to be a soldier when dealing with unarmed civilians, but when facing real Chinese soldiers, he was scared out of his wits. He asked immediately, "Sir Kujo, what should I do? Please don't abandon me?"

Faced with such a spineless person, Kujo Miyakita wished he could shoot him to death.

But considering that the enemy was still useful, he endured it. Instead, he continued to scold his devils to speed up, and ordered two infantry squadrons to quickly defend on the spot to block the Anti-Japanese United Army behind them.

The other devils took the experimental subjects and fled behind Kujo Miyakita.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers began to become more violent. They used gun butts and bayonets to drive the civilians away. Even when some people could not walk, the Japanese soldiers would stab them to death with a single knife.

The cruelty of the Japanese invaders frightened the women and children, so they could only surround themselves with the Japanese invaders and follow them as they fled towards the northeast.

At the same time, Duanwu and Long Qianyan were successively ambushed by the Japanese.

Long Qianyan's troops were the first to encounter the Japanese attack.

After stopping, more than a hundred Japanese soldiers relied on a small forest and started shooting at the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers including Long Qianyan who were chasing them.

Long Qianyan responded quickly and ordered loudly: Hide!

After hearing the order, the soldiers quickly looked for their own shelters.

The Japs' shooting was so fierce that the bullets made a rustling sound as they hit the woods.

Long Qianyan was like a very patient hunter, waiting for the moment when the Japanese ran out of bullets and needed to reload.

Sure enough, after a high-intensity attack, the sound of the Japanese gunfire gradually became less frequent.

At this moment, Long Qianyan shouted, "Fight!"

At this moment, all the soldiers rushed out from behind their hiding places and fired wildly at the woods where the Japanese were hiding.

Rows of bullets were like dense raindrops, cutting through the cold air and, with a whistling sound, smashing heavily into the woods where the enemy was hiding.

The moonlight shone through the sparse leaves, dappled onto the battlefield, but at this moment, these spots of light were torn apart by the ruthless bullets and turned into the light of death.

Each bullet carried the soldiers' hatred for the invaders. They intertwined in the air to form a large net declaring death, quickly covering the entire Japanese position.

The Japanese never expected that they would face such a fierce counterattack during this short period of time when they were reloading.

They hurriedly tried to find new cover, but it was too late. Bullets penetrated tree trunks, tore clothes, and even penetrated flesh directly, making heart-pounding popping sounds.

The devils fell down one by one, some groaned in pain, and some were sent directly back to see their Amaterasu.

In this small forest shrouded in smoke, the shadow of death spread rapidly. Some Japanese soldiers tried to fight back, but their firepower was pale and powerless in front of the organized shooting of the anti-Japanese fighters, and they were quickly suppressed.

At Long Qianyan's point, the outcome was already decided, and the Japanese could no longer stop the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces.

At the same time, Duanwu also led another anti-Japanese team to attack the devils from another direction. The devils in charge of blocking the enemy wanted to occupy the advantageous terrain in a hurry, but Duanwu was one step faster than them.

Duanwu's speed was far beyond that of ordinary people. After discovering the Japs' intention, he carried a submachine gun and reached the earth slope which was only seven or eight meters high first.

He quickly pulled the trigger of the submachine gun in his hand and fired wildly at the Japanese soldiers at the bottom of the hill.

The muzzle of the submachine gun spewed tongues of fire, and bullets poured down like a rainstorm, instantly tearing the Japanese formation into pieces.

The Japanese soldiers at the foot of the hill were caught off guard. Faced with the sudden and fierce firepower, they seemed at a loss and began to look for cover to hide.

But in this open area, where is there enough shelter?

The bullets penetrated their bodies mercilessly. Some of the devils were instantly pierced with multiple holes and fell to the ground twitching; others were hit in the head or heart and died directly.

Duanwu's submachine gun was like a sickle reaping lives, and every burst of fire took away the lives of several Japanese devils.

The Japs tried to fight back, but their firepower was so insignificant compared to Duanwu's horrific shooting that they could only add some smell of gunpowder to the air in vain.

Of course, Duanwu fought fiercely and the bullets were naturally consumed quickly.

But when the submachine gun suddenly made a click sound and the chamber was empty, Duanwu's eyes did not fluctuate at all.

His right hand holding the gun remained unchanged, and his left hand quickly pulled out the magazine from his waist. Then with a click, the empty magazine fell to the ground, and a full magazine had already been inserted into the magazine.

The whole process was smooth and completed almost in the blink of an eye.

Duanwu pulled the trigger again, and the submachine gun roared again. A new round of bullets continued to pour towards the Japanese devils under the hillside like an angry torrent.

The Japanese finally began to collapse in the face of this continuous firepower. They fled everywhere, trying to find a way to escape, but Duanwu's bullets followed them like a shadow, constantly harvesting their lives.

At this moment, other anti-Japanese fighters arrived and cooperated with Duanwu to angrily shoot at the Japanese soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

The rain of bullets at this time was comparable to a real storm.

The Japanese didn't even have the chance to fight back and could only breakdance one piece after another in the empty mountains.

The battle ended quickly. More than 130 Japanese soldiers were killed in the battle, and only a small number escaped.

At this time, Duanwu could already see the Japanese trucks on the road.

At this time, all the Japanese trucks had turned on their lights. Duanwu could even use the lights to see the fleeing Japanese a few hundred meters away on the Xiangju Road.

"Chase him, we still have a chance!"

Duanwu gave loud orders, but at this moment, Long Qianyan also defeated the Japanese blocking troops and rushed to meet Duanwu.

Upon hearing Duanwu's order, the two teams quickly split into two teams again and chased after the fleeing Japanese.

"Come on!"

"kill!"

There were shouts of killing everywhere at once, and the frightened Japanese soldiers dared not delay any longer and fled away in panic with their heads in their hands.

Especially Jiujo Gongbei, he ran the fastest. He didn't want to die here. He had no confidence that he could challenge the Anti-Japanese United Army with such a small number of people!

(End of this chapter)