Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2739 The slap in the face comes too quickly!

As the pursuit continued, the Japs discovered more and more discarded weapons and ammunition.

Every few steps they saw an abandoned rifle or ammunition box.

These abandoned weapons and ammunition were like a strong dose of stimulant, instantly igniting the enthusiasm in their hearts and their morale was unprecedentedly high.

The excitement of the Japanese soldiers was like a flood that broke through a dam and was difficult to contain.

"Look, there are two new Type 38 rifles!"

A Japanese scout pointed excitedly at a place not far ahead.

Another Japanese scout laughed and said, "Haha, it seems that our enemies are really in a hurry!"

The Japanese captain officer also arrived at this time.

He saw the abandoned gun on the ground and a smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was full of contempt for the enemy.

In his opinion, victory in this pursuit was a foregone conclusion, and those mysterious black-clad troops were merely stepping stones to his military rank.

Thinking of this, the Japanese captain shouted to his men: "Speed ​​up, they are not far ahead!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese soldiers were very willing to obey orders at this time, because everyone would think that this pursuit would be a free achievement.

But they didn't know that they were stepping into the trap of the black army step by step.

If they thought about it carefully, they would find that their previous guesses were completely unreasonable.

Even if Kujo Miyakita set out from Songyuan, it would take at least eight hours for the army to reach the base of the Anti-Japanese Brigade.

By that time, it was already dark. How could the black troops move so quickly?

But the Japanese wanted a victory too much.

They were immersed in the joy of impending victory and enjoying the thrill of chasing prey. Before they knew it, they had stepped into the ambush carefully set up by the black troops.

The trees around began to grow dense, and the early morning sunlight was completely blocked by the dense leaves, making the vision very dim.

"Captain, the terrain here is a little unusual. We'd better be careful."

A cautious Japanese officer reminded the Japanese captain that he seemed to have sensed something, perhaps an invisible murderous aura.

But he was not sure, so he reminded her.

But the Japanese captain was blinded by the military merit he was about to gain and refused to listen to any advice or warnings.

"What are you afraid of? They are just frightened birds!"

The Japanese captain sneered and continued to order a pursuit. His eyes were full of disdain and contempt for the black-clad troops. He was unaware of the approaching danger.

However, at this moment, unexpectedly, a burst of dense bullets came like a storm!

In an instant, the air was filled with a pungent smell of gunpowder, a complex mixture of smoke and blood that was suffocating.

Accompanied by sharp sounds of breaking wind, bullets whizzed in from all directions like dense raindrops, hitting the Japanese soldiers hard and splashing shocking blood.

The Japanese soldiers who were still immersed in the fantasy of victory, with smug smiles on their faces just now, were instantly swallowed up by the torrent of death. Their bodies were torn apart as if by bullets that penetrated their bones. Some fell down, their bodies spasmed a few times and then stopped moving; some staggered a few steps, trying to struggle, but eventually fell powerlessly into the soft fallen leaves, and the blood quickly dyed the ground under their feet red, dyeing the originally green forest with an ominous dark red.

"what--!"

Screams broke the silence of the forest, like the most miserable wail in the night sky, echoing throughout the entire woods.

The Japs were terrified. They had never seen such dense firepower. It seemed as if every inch of space had become the territory of the god of death. They had nowhere to hide.

The bullets pierced their chests, tore their limbs, took away the breath of life, and left only endless despair.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. They didn't understand why the shadow of death had already quietly arrived before the dawn of victory.

At this time, the Japanese soldiers who were not hit by bullets were also panicked by the rain of bullets and fled everywhere like headless flies.

Some of them lay on the ground, firing randomly with trembling hands, trying to fight back, but they could hardly even see their enemies and could only see the stray bullets flying overhead from time to time.

Some of the Japanese were simply frightened out of their wits. Their former arrogance disappeared completely under the threat of death, and only the instinct of survival drove them to hide their bodies.

The Japanese captain was also stunned. He never expected that he would fall into the enemy's trap so easily.

He originally thought that with his rich combat experience and well-trained reconnaissance troops, he could easily avoid the enemy's ambush and defeat the enemy.

But reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

Bullets whizzed past him, and the splashed dirt hit his face, causing pain.

He suddenly came to his senses, only to find that he had only a few of his men left, and there were fallen corpses and groans of pain all around him.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but he knew very well that if he didn't make a decision at this moment, his entire army would most likely be wiped out here.

Thinking of this, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

However, it was not easy for him to retreat in this dense forest.

There were enemies all around, and the terrifying rain of bullets was enough to devour everything in a short period of time, pushing them step by step into the abyss of death.

The Japanese captain tried his best to lead the remaining men to fight their way out.

But on the way back, he discovered that this might be another deadly trap.

His enemies also ambushed him on the way of retreat, and he didn't know whether there were dozens or hundreds of them. He could only see his men falling one by one.

This was not a war at all, but a one-sided massacre.

He looked around, feeling unwilling to give up. This pursuit, which he thought he had won, turned out to be the biggest failure in his military career.

He was unwilling to accept this. He was unwilling to fail like this, and he was unwilling to become the laughing stock of his enemies.

However, the reality is cruel. No matter how hard he struggles or how hard he tries, he cannot change the outcome of this battle.

The firepower of the black troops became more and more fierce. Their bullets were like sickles reaping lives, taking away the lives of the devils one by one.

The Japs were powerless and their only instinct was to flee or fire back.

But it was all in vain, because many Japanese soldiers didn't even see what their enemies looked like before they died. They only saw bullets whizzing in the trembling of dense branches and leaves, and then they were nailed into their bodies like nails! .

(End of this chapter)