Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2795 Hummer on the grassland!

The wind howled wildly, blowing up gusts of yellow sand, and the sky and earth seemed to be shrouded in a hazy atmosphere of war.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe rushed towards the Japanese camp like a black torrent, unstoppable.

Ahali's tribe followed closely behind. In Ahali's eyes, the Wugan tribe was his guiding light. If he followed the Wugan tribe, he would definitely have meat to eat.

He had already tasted the sweetness before, which was the harvest of five or six hundred war horses and guns and ammunition.

So while those idiots are still hesitating, he, Ahali, will not be timid.

Led by Ahari, other tribal leaders also saw the huge benefits of this war.

Wurigeng Dalai Lama, Chahar and other tribal leaders led their troops and rushed towards the Japanese camp.

At this time, the Mongolian army was as unstoppable as a gale sweeping across the entire grassland.

At the same time, in the Japanese army camp, the devils who were gathering and packing up their weapons and equipment to leave suddenly felt the earth shaking.

Some Japanese sentries even discovered the war horses and surging heads in the darkness in the distance.

He immediately shouted a warning: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The Japanese sentry's terrified cry instantly spread throughout the entire Japanese camp.

"Baga! What's going on?!"

A Japanese officer rushed out of the tent and questioned his men outside in confusion.

However, when he saw the Mongolian cavalry rushing towards him like a black torrent in the distance, his questioning expression instantly turned into horror.

The Mongolian cavalry had arrived. They had already learned from the Japanese who had escaped from the Valley of Broken Souls that the Mongolian cavalry had already broken through the Valley of Broken Souls and would most likely launch a surprise attack on the camp tonight.

But he didn't expect it to happen so soon.

The Japanese officer quickly ordered: "Quick! Gather the troops! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese soldiers hurriedly picked up their weapons, then mounted their horses and prepared to fight back.

However, facing the Mongolian cavalry that came like a tide, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.

The tent was torn down and fell onto the campfire, causing billowing smoke.

The smoke was mixed with panic and howling, causing the entire Japanese camp to fall into chaos and panic in an instant.

The warriors of the Wugan tribe were the first to rush into the enemy camp. Blood splattered as they chopped with their sabers, and the enemy's heads rolled on the ground like balls.

Ahali's tribe was not to be outdone. They circled around the enemy from the side, shooting at those far away with rifles and hacking at those close with sabers.

And a melee soon broke out.

On the south side of the Japanese camp, shouts of killing were deafening.

Zheng Xiong on the north side of the camp had just received a report from the Japanese soldiers:

"Report to your Excellency, the Mongolian army is coming. They will soon reach the North Camp."

Shandao Zhengxiong was shocked: "How could this happen? Don't these grassland dogs know how to rest after the war?"

But at this time, no one answered him, because the soldier who reported the matter, as well as the Japanese officer who was listening to the order in the tent, had no idea.

However, at this moment, Shandao Zhengxiong roared: "What are you still standing here for? Why don't you go and fight the enemy? Damn Mongolian cavalry."

At this time, Shandao Zhengxiong was very depressed because his army would leave the camp in half an hour.

But unexpectedly, in the last half hour, the Mongolian cavalry came to attack.

In desperation, Zhengxiong of Shandao could only fight back, otherwise the entire camp would soon fall under the iron hoof of the Mongolian cavalry.

So after walking out of the tent, he immediately ordered: "Pass the order down, all soldiers gather immediately and prepare to meet the enemy!"

His guards immediately went to organize the troops.

But in such a hurry, he could not organize many people, no more than six hundred at most.

Moreover, the hearts of these more than 600 devils were filled with anxiety at this time. The reputation of the Mongolian cavalry had already frightened them. Otherwise, it would not have taken so long to conquer the Mongolian grassland.

Zhengxiong Shandao was also a little nervous, especially when he saw the Mongolian cavalry coming like black waves, wave after wave, and he was already terrified.

However, he is the supreme commander here and must respond immediately.

So he ordered: "Machine gunners, quickly occupy the advantageous terrain, and hit the Mongolian cavalry hard when you see them!"

"Hi!"

A dozen or so Japanese machine gunners took the order, quickly found a favorable terrain, picked up their machine guns, and began to fire wildly.

However, the Mongolian cavalry charged at an extremely fast speed, and their sabers flashed brightly in the moonlight. With just a flash of cold light, the head of a Japanese machine gunner flew high into the air.

On horseback, the Mongolian cavalry were like fish in water. Although the Japanese machine guns were fierce, after sacrificing several cavalrymen, the Mongolian cavalry reacted.

They hid under the horses' bellies and got close to the Japanese machine gunners, but by the time the Japanese machine gunners noticed, it was too late.

The Japanese machine gunners died one after another, and the Japanese assault troops were also blocked by the Mongolian army.

Although these Japanese cavalrymen were well-trained, they were still no match for the tall and strong Mongolian cavalrymen.

This was an absolute difference in strength, and the Mongolian cavalry chopped them off their horses one after another.

At this time, the Mongolian cavalry was like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves, unstoppable.

They continued to break through the enemy's defenses, and seemed to be surrounding the entire Japanese camp.

Seeing this, Zhengxiong Shandao became extremely anxious.

Because if they were surrounded by the Mongolian army, they would not be able to leave even if they wanted to.

Zhengxiong Shandao acted decisively and personally led an elite force to break the plan of the Mongolian cavalry and at least leave himself a way to escape.

He roared loudly: "All of you follow me! Let's stop the Mongolian cavalry on the west side."

"Hi!"

Several Japanese officers took the order, and then each brought their subordinates, followed closely behind Zhengxiong Shandao, and attacked the Mongolian cavalry on the west side.

When the two armies met, they immediately fell into a melee.

The sounds of sabers colliding with rifles, shouts and screams intertwined together, forming an extremely tragic war picture.

The cavalry's hand-to-hand combat was no less effective than that of the infantry. Every strike of their sword drew blood, and flesh and blood flew everywhere on the battlefield.

Zhengxiong Shandao waved his command knife, slashing left and right, with some of the demeanor of a general.

Moreover, Zhengxiong Shandao's kendo level has reached the eighth level, and ordinary Mongolian cavalry are no match for him.

However, Zhengxiong Shandao became more and more frightened as he killed more people. He was shocked by the bravery of the Mongolian cavalry.

They seemed to have no fear of death, and rushed forward one after another to fight him to the death.

So even though Zhengxiong Yamashima's swordsmanship was superior to that of ordinary Mongolian cavalry, he gradually felt overwhelmed by the fierce attack of the Mongolian cavalry.

He had multiple injuries on his body, with blood staining a large area of ​​his shirt. There were at least seven or eight wounds on his body.

But Zhengxiong Shandao had to grit his teeth and stand firm, because at this time, the Mongolian army had already formed a siege. If he could not break out of the siege, he might die on the grassland like his troops.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not change this fact.

Relying on their numbers and fierce fighting style, the Mongolian cavalry has gradually formed a siege.

Even Zhengxiong Shandao's last way of survival was blocked.

What is even more despairing is that Wu Gan actually arrived at this time.

The great leader of Wugan has always been known for his ferocity.

The machete in his hand weighed thirty kilograms. If he struck you with this knife, even if you were a ninth-degree swordsman, you would be crippled, not to mention an eighth-degree swordsman!