Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2689 Send the Japs on their way!

As the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces pursued him, Kujo Miyakita gradually felt a sense of panic.

He originally tried to use the villagers of Kaoshantun as experimental subjects and bring them back to Songyuan for research.

But now it seems that he may not have this opportunity.

Jiujo Gongbei's expression gradually became ferocious: "Pass on my order, kill all the villagers in Kaoshantun, and then move forward at full speed."

After saying that, Kujo Miyakita ran away without looking back.

He would not wait here to watch his men kill people, but would escape from this dangerous place as soon as possible.

As for the massacre of the villagers, the first was to disgust the Anti-Japanese Alliance, and the second was to use his own men as cannon fodder.

He didn't feel bad no matter how many lower-class devils died, because those people were supposed to die for the nobles like them.

All he wanted was the privilege of being a great noble and to kill Ye Xuwen, or Qi Dabing, whom he hated.

Although he couldn't figure out why the Chinese had so many names, killing Duanwu had obviously become his obsession.

Driven by this obsession, Kujo Miyakita's mind became increasingly twisted.

But those Japanese troops who have been fighting on the front line for a long time are probably more twisted than Kujo Miyakita.

They did not hesitate at all when they raised their butcher knives against those innocent people.

The devils pounced on innocent people like wild beasts. Their figures looked particularly ferocious under the moonlight.

The women and children fled in panic, but where could they escape to in such an empty wilderness?

The helpless cries of the children and the heart-wrenching screams of the women intertwined to form a heartbreaking picture.

But the Japs had no mercy at all. Their bayonets ruthlessly stabbed every struggling life. A large amount of blood splattered, instantly dyeing every inch of land under their feet red.

The women and children fell into deep despair. Faced with the Japanese massacre, they had no power to resist.

However, at this moment, shouts of killing came from all directions, scaring the Japanese soldiers and making them look around in panic.

The figure in the forest moved quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in their sight.

"It's the Anti-Japanese United Army!"

The Japanese officers cried out in fear.

Because before, they had divided their troops into two squadrons to stop the Anti-Japanese United Army, but in less than a few minutes, the Anti-Japanese United Army appeared in front of them again? What about the other imperial troops? What about the imperial troops who went to stop them?

Thinking of this, the Japanese officer couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

But obviously, he had no time to think at this time, because the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters had already rushed over.

He quickly ordered an attack, but at this moment, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers opened fire first.

Bullets whizzed through the air, interweaving into an impenetrable web of death. Each bullet seemed to be endowed with life, accurately locking onto the target and mercilessly penetrating the body of the little devil.

These once arrogant invaders were ruthlessly swept down and fell one after another under this dense firepower network, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

Their bodies were pierced by bullets, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing every inch of the ground under their feet red. A Japanese officer just raised his sword and ordered his soldiers to hold on.

But in the next second, a bullet pierced through his forehead like lightning.

His eyes widened instantly, fear froze on his face, and his body fell weakly to the ground, becoming another victim in this land of death.

On the other side, a Japanese soldier just raised his gun and tried to make a final resistance.

However, a stray bullet flew over and blew off his head, and his dead body fell to the ground.

But the Japanese were not powerless to fight back, they also began to shoot back. But in this fierce exchange of fire, their firepower seemed so weak that they could not stop the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces' charge like a tide.

Finally, the anti-Japanese fighters rushed to the front and collided with the devils. The two sides launched a fierce hand-to-hand fight, with fists and feet fighting and swords flashing.

An Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldier suddenly leaped up like a tiger descending from a mountain, and threw a Japanese soldier to the ground. The two rolled and wrestled on the ground, and every punch of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldier was full of power and hatred for the Japanese soldier.

On the other side, a Japanese soldier waved his bayonet and stabbed at an anti-Japanese fighter. But the anti-Japanese fighter dodged flexibly and slashed the Japanese soldier's neck with a backhanded knife like a flash of lightning. A big cut appeared instantly, and the bright red blood gushed out like it was free.

But there were too many Japanese soldiers, as many as four or five hundred of them. And because there were also villagers from Kaoshantun mixed in with them, the soldiers could not shoot at will, which made the battle very difficult.

There were even many Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters who could have killed the Japanese but were stabbed or even killed by the Japanese who took advantage of the length of their Type 38 rifles because they could not fire.

The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces suffered casualties, but the Japanese gradually gained the upper hand.

Because they also found that because there were civilians living in the mountain villages around them, the soldiers of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces did not dare to shoot at will. And the submachine guns did not have an advantage in hand-to-hand combat, so it was time for them to counterattack.

The Japs shouted: Counterattack, counterattack!

But at this moment, a nimble figure suddenly jumped out from the crowd.

He held a pair of black blades that gleamed with dark rays, like the god of death walking out of hell, and instantly appeared in the center of the battlefield. It was Duanwu.

The moment Duanwu appeared, he stabbed the enemy with two quick cuts and saved an Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldier who was about to be killed by two Japanese bayonets.

The anti-Japanese fighters were still in shock and were about to say some words of thanks.

But at this time, Duanwu had already slipped away and went to another Japanese soldier who was about to shoot.

The Japanese soldier just raised his rifle and was about to shoot, but Duanwu flashed and appeared behind him. The black weapon in his hand struck down like a black lightning, and the Japanese soldier's head split like a watermelon, with blood splattering everywhere.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers saw this scene and were shocked by Duanwu's ferocity. They began to reveal unprecedented fear in their eyes.

The Japanese officers who had originally tried to organize resistance were now trembling with their hands and did not dare to move forward easily.

He had never seen such a ferocious enemy. All the imperial troops had only one sword in their hands, and no one survived wherever they went.

And with the addition of Duanwu, the morale of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters gradually increased.

They roared and began to reorganize their formation, dividing into groups of two or three to launch a counterattack against the Japanese.

First there was the Dragon Boat Festival massacre, and then there was the counterattack by the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces. The Japanese fell into a slump again, began to retreat, and eventually turned into another great rout.

Seeing this, Duanwu sneered: "Give me a shot, send these devils on their way!"

(End of this chapter)