Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2743: The Japs’ great retreat!

Under the fierce artillery fire of the black troops, the Japanese positions were instantly engulfed in a sea of ​​fire and smoke.

The sky was covered by endless smoke, and even the sunlight could not penetrate the thick smoke.

The shells fell as densely as raindrops, accompanied by the sound of whistling wind, and hit the Japanese fortifications hard.

Every time a shell landed, it was accompanied by a deafening explosion, which blew holes into the sturdy bunkers and trenches, and sent dirt and rubble flying everywhere.

Those originally sturdy machine gun bunkers collapsed instantly like fragile tissue paper under the continuous bombardment of artillery shells.

The Japanese machine gunners were buried under mud and rubble before they could react.

The Japanese and puppet troops on the enemy's position were completely disoriented by the sudden artillery attack, and puppet troops and enemy soldiers were running around everywhere.

And the puppet army, in particular, did not have much loyalty to the devils to begin with. Without the devils' command, the puppet army on the front lines hated their parents for not giving them a few more legs so they could not run fast enough.

But no matter how fast they ran, they could not be faster than the cannonballs.

In a series of explosions, the puppet soldiers were either torn to pieces by the shells or blown away by the blasts generated by the shells.

They fell heavily to the ground like dead dogs, unable to move, and were then ruthlessly devoured by subsequent shells, turning into rotten meat on the ground.

"Hold it! Hold it!"

On the battlefield, the Japanese commander was still shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to stabilize the position.

But his voice seemed so weak and powerless in the face of the overwhelming artillery fire. His voice was drowned out by the explosion of the shells, and even he could hardly hear his own shouts. He watched his men fall one by one, feeling helpless.

Under the fierce artillery fire, the Japanese soldiers began to flee in all directions. They abandoned their positions and ran away in panic.

The puppet soldiers were so frightened that they even dug holes with their hands and crawled into them to save their lives. Some of them even shouted directly: I surrender, I surrender, stop bombing.

But the artillery fire continued to roar, and the shells became more and more dense, and the power of the explosions became stronger and stronger.

After the Japanese machine gun positions were destroyed, the Japanese lost important fire support and their defense system collapsed instantly.

The originally solid defense line was now riddled with holes and unable to withstand the fierce attacks of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters.

Amid the roar of artillery fire, the Japanese communication facilities were also destroyed, and the connection between commanders and soldiers was cut off.

This made the chaos on the Japanese position even worse. The soldiers were unable to understand the commander's orders and could only rely on their intuition and instinct to avoid the artillery attacks.

They fled in all directions like headless flies.

At the same time, the anti-Japanese fighters dressed in black, led by Sixth Brother, attacked the chaotic enemy positions like a dark cloud.

Sixth brother took the lead, and under the cover of smoke and dust, he was like a black lightning.

He lowered his right hand, and the dagger hidden in his sleeve fell into his hand.

The dagger was cold and carried a deadly light. It flashed along with Sixth Brother's figure, and cut the neck of a puppet soldier who was fleeing. Blood flowed instantly.

The puppet soldier screamed, but the next second, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness, falling down like a rotten wooden stake.

The Sixth Brother did not stop and went straight to another puppet soldier.

At this time, the puppet army had no intention of fighting at all, so Sixth Brother just had to swing his sword at will.

He moved freely between the puppet army's positions. Wherever he went, the puppet soldiers fell down one after another, just like cutting wheat.

The Anti-Japanese Allied Forces soldiers followed closely behind Brother Liu. Wherever they passed, the puppet soldiers fell down in droves. In front of the black-clad troops, these puppet soldiers were simply too weak. They didn't even have a chance to resist and were killed one by one.

The battlefield was filled with shouts of killing, and the morale of the Anti-Japanese Allied Forces fighters was high. They seemed tireless and marched forward triumphantly.

Sixth brother was naturally still at the front and had already arrived at the Japanese position.

Wherever he went, the Japanese soldiers would give way and no one dared to confront him head-on.

Seeing this, a ghost officer immediately organized people to stop Sixth Brother.

Although he was still confused in the current situation, he absolutely could not let the men in black fight against the people who occupied their machine gun position.

So the Japanese officer shouted and came forward with seven or eight Japanese soldiers.

Seeing this, the Sixth Brother sneered. He was finding killing boring.

Not to mention those puppet soldiers, even the Japanese devils couldn't withstand a single blow from him.

So after killing so many puppet soldiers and devils, Sixth Brother began to feel annoyed.

But unexpectedly, a Japanese officer came towards him with seven or eight men, and he immediately became interested again.

He dodged the Japanese officer's attack with ease. The Japanese officer was stunned because his kendo skills were at least 6th level. Even his kendo teacher praised him for his talent in kendo and his sword-drawing speed could reach at least 7th level.

But unexpectedly, his confident strike missed.

But at this point, his thinking stopped there.

Because at this time, Sixth Brother had already appeared beside him, and then swung a knife towards his neck with extremely fast speed.

The knife flashed like lightning, and the Japanese officer only felt a black screen before his eyes, and his body fell down weakly.

At this moment, the devil's eyes were full of disbelief. He was a sixth-degree master in kendo, but he couldn't block the opponent's move at all.

Sixth Brother was a little disappointed. He didn't expect that the Japanese officers were so weak. There was no difference between them and those ordinary Japanese soldiers.

As for the other seven Japanese devils, none of them were a match for Sixth Brother, and he ended the battle quickly!

At the same time, Duanwu completely defeated the Japanese who were besieging the machine gun position.

After Duanwu and the anti-Japanese fighters who were disguised as Japanese occupied the machine gun position, the Japanese naturally would not let Duanwu and others seize the machine gun position like that. As many as two hundred people launched a fierce attack on the machine gun position.

But not surprisingly, in the face of Duanwu's fierce firepower, they just gave themselves up to death in batches.

More than half of the two hundred men were killed or wounded, and the rest retreated, fleeing madly to the east side of the camp.

Of course, Major Chiharu already knew that the enemy was attacking the camp.

He originally wanted to personally command the front line. However, he did not expect that the Japanese and puppet troops on the front line would be defeated so quickly. In just less than ten minutes, they had already retreated across the board. This meant that he had no time to use the strategies and tactics that he and several other Japanese officers had discussed.

Lieutenant Colonel Chiharu saw that the situation was hopeless and could only give the order: "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

When the Japanese and puppet troops were pardoned, some of them even abandoned their weapons and ran eastward.

They were familiar with this route because they had run along it last night.

So they almost ran all the way east! .

(End of this chapter)