Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2690 Chasing Jiujo Gongbei!

Before Duanwu finished his words, the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters had already taken action.

They raised their submachine guns and fired at the backs of the Japanese soldiers who were fleeing in a panic.

boom!

A gunshot pierced the sky, and a Japanese soldier fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Then, the sound of gunfire continued, like dense raindrops falling on the heads of the devils. Behind each gunshot was the end of a devil's life.

Some of the Japanese soldiers suddenly fell down while fleeing, with a bloody hole on their backs; some of the Japanese soldiers were shot through the head as soon as they turned a corner; and some of the Japanese soldiers looked back in despair, but only saw the black muzzles of guns and the anti-Japanese fighters' eyes that looked like the god of death.

The anti-Japanese fighters vented their inner anger wantonly, and their bullets were like a torrential rain, torturing the Japanese.

On the ground, there were more and more Japanese corpses, their blood dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Duanwu stood on a high place, watching all this coldly.

There was no mercy on his face, only anger towards the enemy. The gun in his hand fired from time to time, and each shot hit the target accurately.

The Japs were terrified and fled everywhere, but there was nowhere to escape.

The gunshots of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters kept ringing around them like the death warrant of the god of death.

In the end, this great rout turned into a killing field for the Japanese devils. They fell one after another under the guns of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters, and no one escaped.

When the last gunshot faded into the air, the empty field was completely silent, with only the howling night wind and several Japanese trucks fleeing far away.

Kujo Miyakita escaped without caring about his men at all.

He just took Shunsuke Yamamoto and a small number of biochemical soldiers and fled for his life like crazy.

Duanwu fell into thought again, and immediately gave an order: "Leave half of the people to clean up the battlefield. If there are not enough people, let Ma Shanpao bring people to support and provide emergency treatment to the wounded soldiers. Long Qianyan, follow me, the third company, the fourth company, and everyone else stay."

Having said that, Duanwu no longer cared about anything else and rushed towards the parked truck on the mountain road with Long Qianyan and less than two hundred people from the third and fourth companies.

These trucks were left behind by Kujo Miyakita when he fled.

Duanwu ordered veterans such as Long Qianyan to check the vehicles, and they found a truck full of ammunition that the Japanese had not had time to take away.

Of course, Duanwu didn’t ask Long Qianyan to find ammunition, but he was worried that the Japanese would tamper with the truck.

But the result disappointed him. The Japanese didn't have any chance to do anything and they left in a hurry.

Duanwu immediately ordered everyone to get on the bus and chase the fleeing Japanese.

In the previous battle, Duanwu did not find any of the Japanese biological and chemical soldiers, which means that these Japanese had most likely escaped.

Duanwu can't let them escape, they must be eradicated!

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At the same time, one kilometer ahead, in a speeding off-road vehicle, Kujo Miyakita's face was as pale as paper, sweat kept dripping down his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

Yamamoto Shunsuke sat beside him, his hands clenched into fists, also looking panicked. The off-road vehicle they were riding in was shaking violently on the mountain road.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

Jiujo Miyakita screamed and gave endless orders to the driver. His heart was filled with fear. If he knew that he would encounter the Anti-Japanese United Army, he would definitely bring more people over.

So he panicked, very panicked.

The same was true for Shunsuke Yamamoto, who was sitting next to him.

When facing ordinary people, he is a devil. But at this moment, he is like a cowardly mouse, just hoping that he can escape and ascend to heaven by following Kujo Miyakita.

However, fate did not seem to let them off easily.

Just then, a burst of fierce gunfire broke the temporary silence, and bullets fell on the truck behind them like raindrops, making a "clang, clang, clang" sound.

On board were the Japanese soldiers from the biological and chemical forces and a small number of Kujo Miyakita's guards.

Kujo Miyakita looked back in horror, only to see dust flying in the distance and the trucks of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces chasing after them at an alarming speed.

Duanwu sat on the front truck, smashed the front windshield, set up the machine gun, and started firing crazily.

The Japanese soldiers on the truck in front were shot and fell off the vehicle one after another before they could react.

And above the truck, there were also two submachine guns, roaring. Long Qianyan and another soldier were cooperating with Duanwu to kill the Japanese.

The Japanese truck that fell behind was riddled with holes in just a few moments.

Then, the truck's rear tires were also blown out, and it lost balance instantly, twisting its body wildly like a wounded beast.

The Japanese driver's face turned pale in an instant. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to stabilize the truck, but to no avail.

The Japanese truck began to lose control, rushing left and right, as if it wanted to crush everything on the road.

The Japanese driver desperately turned the steering wheel, trying to save the situation, but all his efforts seemed so powerless.

boom!

With a loud bang, the Japanese truck crashed heavily into a millstone-sized stone on the side of the road.

The stone seemed to be a roadblock set up by nature specifically to stop the Japanese invaders, and it instantly lifted the left front wheel of the truck high.

Under the huge impact, the truck body suddenly tilted to one side, and then rolled down the mountain road.

The Japanese soldiers in the car were thrown all over the place. The screams, collisions, and twisting sounds of metal intertwined together, forming a tragic picture.

The truck rolled several times on the mountain road and finally stopped on a weed-covered hillside. The body of the car was severely deformed, the windows were all shattered, and the interior of the car was in a mess.

The Japanese driver struggled to climb out of the deformed cab. His face and body were covered with blood and dust, and he looked in a miserable state.

Some of the Japanese soldiers were killed on the spot, while others were groaning in pain, waiting for the end of their fate.

The seriously injured Japanese driver looked at the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces trucks gradually approaching in the distance, his eyes full of despair. He knew that this time, he could not go back.

Sure enough, before he could repent for the sins of his life, he was shot away by the bullets that followed.

But this time, the people who fired the shots were not Duanwu and Long Qianyan in the lead car, but the anti-Japanese fighters in the truck behind.

They were originally anxious because they couldn't hit the car in front of them, but they didn't expect to have a drowning dog to hit, so they were naturally very happy to do so.

So all the surviving Japanese soldiers on the five or six trucks were sent back to meet their Amaterasu.

At the same time, Duanwu and Long Qianyan continued to chase the remaining devils.

With these devils acting as cannon fodder, the other devils were able to distance themselves from them during this time.

Of course, Duanwu would not let them go so easily: "Speed ​​up! Catch up with them!"

(End of this chapter)