Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2942 The right wing troops were completely wiped out!

Halfway up the hill, the Japanese soldiers were like driven lambs, struggling to climb up amid the dense gunfire.

They used their hands and feet, trying to grab anything they could hold on to, rocks, branches, and even the bodies of their companions, just to climb a little higher and get a little further away from death.

However, the deadly bullets were like a thorn in the flesh, whistling past their ears, gnawing at their skin, and taking away pieces of their flesh and blood.

At this time, the Japs were filled with despair.

Because each of them can clearly feel the breath of death permeating around them, as if every breath will be their last hope!

"Baga! What the hell is going on?"

The Japanese captain still hasn't figured out what is going on.

He could only follow the other devils and climb up the mountain desperately. He held on to a protruding rock with both hands, his body trembling with fear.

Bullets kept flying past him. He looked at his men who were shot and fell down, his heart filled with fear before death.

Suddenly, a bullet hit his shoulder. He screamed, lost his balance and rolled down the hillside.

While rolling, he was hit by more bullets, and when he stopped, he had become a bloody corpse.

"Captain?"

When a Japanese officer saw this scene, the despair in his heart made him give up resistance.

He felt that he had no way out today. He gave up climbing and sat down on the hillside, holding his head in his hands, mumbling to himself: "Mom, I want to go home..."

But at this moment, a bullet pierced his chest. His body shook violently, and then he slowly fell down, with a trace of desire to go home still in his eyes.

But another Japanese officer was driven mad by the shadow of death, and the anger and despair in his heart reached its peak.

He drew the sword from his waist and rushed down the mountain, shouting, "I'm going to fight you!"

But before he could take a few steps, he was hit by a string of bullets. His body shook a few times, and then he rolled down the hillside.

At this time, this hillside of less than two square kilometers had become a hell for the Japanese. Except for a few who managed to escape, more than 90% of the Japanese were killed in Yejiling.

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At the same time, General Maruyama was riding on his horse, immersed in the beautiful dream of annihilating the anti-Japanese brigade.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, there were sudden loud explosions and intensive gunfire coming from the right wing.

"What's going on? What happened on the right wing?"

A trace of astonishment appeared on General Maruyama's face, and then he had a bad premonition in his heart.

He immediately pulled the reins and looked towards the right wing, only to see that the sky was already covered with thick smoke and billowing dust.

"Quick! Contact the right wing troops and ask what happened!"

General Maruyama shouted orders to the signalman beside him, his voice trembling with nervousness.

The signalman did not dare to delay at all. He hurriedly took out the radio from his backpack and began to adjust the frequency in a panic.

After a moment, the signalman said solemnly: "General, we can't contact the right wing troops." General Maruyama ordered angrily: "Baga! Try again! We must contact them!"

The signalman did not dare to disobey Maruyama's order and continued to call the right-wing troops over and over again.

However, all he got in response was endless noise and silence.

General Maruyama's brows were tightly furrowed, and the uneasiness in his heart was growing stronger and stronger.

He knew that something must have happened to the right wing. There were two infantry battalions. If this unit was seriously damaged, the consequences would be disastrous and would greatly reduce the morale of the imperial army!
At this time, a staff officer beside General Maruyama cautiously reminded: "General, will the right wing troops be ambushed by the Anti-Japanese Brigade?"

When General Maruyama heard this, his heart sank. This was exactly what he had guessed.

But he didn't believe that the enemy could destroy his two infantry battalions in such a short time.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, a Japanese soldier covered in blood came galloping from the right wing on a war horse.

As he ran, he shouted loudly: "General, it's bad! The right wing troops were ambushed by the Anti-Japanese Brigade and suffered heavy losses!"

When General Maruyama heard this, he felt a black screen before his eyes and almost fell off his horse, because there were two infantry battalions on the right wing!
He hurriedly said: "Quick! Gather the troops and reinforce the right wing!"

General Maruyama's order was quickly conveyed to all units, and soon two infantry battalions were assembled.

They galloped towards the right wing, the sound of their footsteps and horses' hooves made the earth seem to tremble, and a lot of dust was raised.

Unexpectedly, before the reinforcements had marched even one kilometer, a group of fleeing soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them.

Their clothes were covered in dirt and blood, they looked disheveled, and their faces were filled with fear.

General Maruyama pulled the reins and shouted, "Bakayaro, are you still the Imperial Japanese Army? Why are you so embarrassed?"

A Japanese officer stumbled to General Maruyama's horse, fell to his knees with a thud, and cried out in a sobbing voice: "General, we were ambushed by the Anti-Japanese Brigade and almost wiped out! There are only two hundred of us left!"

General Maruyama felt a buzzing in his head, his vision went dark and he almost fainted.

He stared at the Japanese officer in disbelief and shouted, "Baga! You are talking nonsense! How could two infantry battalions just disappear like that?"

The Japanese officer trembled and cried, "General, it's true! The anti-Japanese brigade had already set up an ambush at Yejiling. They used mines to blow us up and then fired at us with submachine guns. We couldn't resist them at all in the exposed Yejiling!"

General Maruyama's face turned pale, and the staff officers around him looked at each other with shock in their eyes. Two infantry battalions were gone in just a few minutes. How fast was that?

A staff officer asked cautiously: "General, what should we do now?"

General Maruyama took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew that retreating at this time would not only severely damage the morale of the imperial army, but also make the anti-Japanese brigade even more arrogant.

"Keep moving forward! At least don't give them time to clean up the battlefield and get more supplies for the Imperial Army!"

General Maruyama gritted his teeth and ordered his troops to continue advancing.

But when the Japanese reinforcements arrived, they were greatly surprised.

They marched quickly to stop the enemy from cleaning up the battlefield and obtain more weapons and ammunition supplies.

When they arrived at the battlefield, they realized they were wrong. The enemy cleaned up the battlefield at an astonishing speed. Except for the clothes of the imperial army, everything else was gone!