Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2845: Wake up with laughter during the Dragon Boat Festival!
At the command of the hawkish Japanese officer, the hawkish Japanese opened fire with all their might.

Chu Chu Chu!
Da da da!
Dense bullets poured down on the positions of the troops sent by Ito. The bullets passed through like locusts, madly gnawing at all exposed targets.

A Japanese soldier sent by Ito just poked his head out from behind a tree to observe, and was hit by a swarm of bullets and was instantly riddled with bullets.

Seeing this, the squad leader of Ito's unit's eyes turned red. He screamed, "Grenade, use the grenade to blow up these sons of bitches!"

Several Ito soldiers quickly took out grenades from their waists, pulled the safety pins, and threw them hard towards the hawkish camp.

The grenades drew arcs in the air and exploded among the Hawks.

The roar made the ground tremble, flames shot up into the sky, and shrapnel flew everywhere like flying knives.

Several Hawk soldiers were unable to dodge and were hit by shrapnel, screaming in agony.

"Bagayalu! Hit him, hit him hard!"

The hawkish Japanese officer was furious and ordered his men to launch a frantic counterattack.

An eagle-style machine gunner set up a light machine gun and fired wildly at Ito's troops. The dense bullets were like locusts, making holes in Ito's bunkers.

The soldiers of Ito's troops could only stick close to the bunkers and dared not show their heads at all.

A young recruit was so frightened by the fierce firepower that his face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing this, the veteran beside him pushed him to the ground and shouted, "Don't f*cking shake. Stay steady if you want to live! Wait until they change their magazines before counterattacking!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese recruits pressed their helmets again, and then waited with the veterans for the best time to counterattack.

Finally, the Hawk machine gunner had to stop shooting and change the magazine because the barrel overheated due to long-term shooting.

The squad leader of Ito's unit seized this fleeting opportunity and shouted, "Go ahead, kill them!"

At the squad leader's command, the soldiers sent by Ito jumped out from behind the bunkers and rushed towards the positions of the hawkish devils.

The positions of both sides were very close, only about thirty meters apart. The hawkish Japanese had no time to reload their ammunition, so they could only rush forward.

So the two groups of Japanese soldiers engaged in close combat in the few open areas in the forest.

An Ito officer met an hawkish officer on a narrow road. Both of them drew their swords at the same time and slashed at each other with roars.

The swords collided in the air, making crisp sounds and sparks flying. They fought back and forth, neither of them giving in, and each of their swords was aimed at the other's vital points.

This is a battle between the devils, and it is a battle of life and death between you and me.

And if Duanwu were there, he would definitely buy two more pounds of melon seeds and watch this dog-eat-dog drama carefully.

Of course, he was not here, and he had no time to care about the devil's affairs. At this moment, he was sleeping with his wife in his arms.

My life has been getting more and more comfortable recently. I even felt that I had gained weight during Dragon Boat Festival.

But the Japanese soldiers did not have such a good time. They had just suffered a defeat and were now fighting among themselves.

It was a life-and-death fight, with every sword strike drawing blood and every punch hitting flesh, the Japanese were killed one after another.

The devils' blood dyed the entire forest red, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

Soldiers from both sides kept falling in this brutal hand-to-hand combat, and their lives were fleeting like a candle in the wind.

At this moment, old Miyamoto was rushing towards the battlefield with reinforcements.

They heard gunshots and shouting, and thought that Kujo Miyakita was in danger.

Old Miyamoto was extremely anxious and urged his men to speed up.

When he arrived at the battlefield, he saw the empty space between the trees was in a mess, with corpses of the Imperial Army scattered all over the ground, and both sides of the battle were also Imperial Army. "Stop it!"

Old Miyamoto shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice sounded so weak amid the sound of gunfire.

Moreover, both sides were so obsessed with killing that they had no time to pay attention to his orders.

When the people from the dispatched group saw old Miyamoto, they thought he was from Ito's unit, so without thinking twice, they launched an attack on old Miyamoto's unit as well.

However, the Japanese soldiers in Ito's unit thought that Miyamoto was a hawkish person, so they also fired at Miyamoto Kita.

Old Miyamoto was unable to dodge and a bullet hit his leg. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

But he endured the severe pain, struggled to stand firm, and continued to shout loudly: "Stop! We are all imperial soldiers, stop fighting!"

But in the deafening sound of gunfire, his voice was like a stone falling into the ocean. The two sides were still engaged in fierce fighting, with bullets whizzing past their heads like a never-ending nightmare.

Old Miyamoto looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, his heart filled with grief and helplessness, because no one listened to him in this situation.

However, at this moment, the captain of the guard sent by Ito to protect old Miyamoto showed a cruel look on his face.

Commander Ito sent him to protect old Miyamoto, but old Miyamoto was injured, which made it difficult for him to explain to Commander Ito.

So he immediately gave the order: "Fire them until they stop."

When Old Miyamoto heard the captain's words, he immediately felt sympathy and said, "They are all imperial soldiers!"

The captain of the guards said quickly: "Mister Miyamoto, if we don't take drastic measures under such circumstances, more imperial soldiers will die!"

As he said this, the captain of the guards bowed to old Miyamoto.

Old Miyamoto had no choice but to wave his hand and said, "Then do as you wish!"

"Hi!"

The captain of the guards took the order and immediately launched an artillery attack on the hawkish devils and the devils sent by Commander Ito!
In an instant, several artillery shells with long tails of flame whistled through the sky filled with smoke and the smell of blood, and smashed into the area where the Hawk and Ito factions of the devil were fighting.

The first shell landed accurately in the middle of a group of Japanese soldiers who were fighting fiercely.

boom!
There was a deafening roar, as if it was going to tear the entire forest apart.

The strong shock wave generated by the explosion spread out in all directions with overwhelming force, blowing the surrounding Japanese soldiers away like pieces of paper.

An eagle-like Japanese soldier was holding a bayonet and stabbing an Ito Japanese soldier in the chest, but in the sudden explosion, his body was instantly thrown into the air by the air wave.

His body rolled uncontrollably in the air, his limbs twisted into strange shapes, and he let out shrill screams.

But soon, his voice was drowned out by the huge explosion.

Finally, his body fell heavily on the grass more than ten meters away, and his head hit a protruding rock. His brains splattered instantly, and red and white blood flowed all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, another shell exploded in another crowd of people fighting.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating everything around as if it were daytime.

Shrapnel flew around like raindrops, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the devils.

An Ito Japanese soldier had just chopped down an Eagle-type Japanese soldier with his sword and was about to draw his sword to continue fighting when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

He looked down and saw that a sharp piece of shrapnel had been deeply embedded in his abdomen and blood was gushing out.

His eyes widened in horror and he covered the wound tightly with both hands, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

But all this was in vain, the blood could not be covered up at all.

The massive blood loss quickly exhausted his last bit of strength. He fell to the ground, unable to move anymore!