Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2945 Maruyama’s great rout!
Just as Maruyama ordered a full-scale pursuit, a Japanese staff officer sensed something was amiss. He frowned, hurriedly spurred his horse closer to General Maruyama, and urgently advised, "General, we must not continue the pursuit! Something is strange about this situation."

General Maruyama, lost in his fantasy of catching up with the anti-Japanese brigade, was utterly bewildered by his staff officer's words. His eyes widened in anger, and he shouted, "Baka! This place is so open; the enemy has nowhere to hide. What can they do to us? Why can't we pursue them?"

Ignoring the general's anger, the staff officer quickly pointed to the open ground ahead and said, "General, think about it carefully. This anti-Japanese brigade deliberately abandoned supplies along the way to lure us here, and this place is located in an open area with no cover. It is very likely a minefield!"

Upon hearing this, General Maruyama felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, instantly sobering him up. He suddenly realized what was happening, his face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He immediately pulled on the reins and shouted, "Stop! Cease the pursuit!"

But it was too late. Just as the Japanese soldiers heard the order and tried to stop, the minefield that had been buried there exploded with a deafening roar.

A series of deafening explosions, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting apart, blasted the pursuing Japanese soldiers into the air.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere, and blood rained down.

The Japanese soldiers screamed in agony. Some were blown to pieces, while others were thrown to the ground by the blast wave, writhing in agony.

The entire open area instantly transformed into a living hell, filled with the acrid smell of gunpowder and blood.

General Maruyama was also thrown to the ground by the blast wave. He scrambled to his feet, and looking at the horrific scene before him, he was filled with rage. He roared hoarsely, "Baka yarou! These cunning anti-Japanese elements have used landmines again?"

General Maruyama was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder. He never dreamed that this was another trick by the Anti-Japanese Brigade.

Being discovered, being chased, and abandoning weapons and equipment were all fake, just to lure them into a pre-prepared minefield.

Amid Maruyama's anger and shock, the explosions continued, the deafening roar seeming like the anti-Japanese brigade's merciless mockery of him.

The continuous explosions nearly wiped out all two thousand Japanese soldiers who had entered the open area.

Each explosion was like a heavy hammer blow, striking General Maruyama's heart.

He stared wide-eyed, helplessly watching his soldiers struggle and scream in the explosion.

Those usually arrogant and domineering Japanese soldiers were now like a flock of lambs to the slaughter, completely powerless against the merciless explosion.

"Quick! Help! Help!"

General Maruyama roared at the top of his lungs, but his voice sounded so weak amidst the enormous explosion.

The Japanese soldiers were too busy taking care of themselves to have any energy left to rescue others.

Some of them had their legs blown off and were crawling on the ground with difficulty, dragging their limbs; others had their eyes blown out and were waving their hands wildly in the air, desperately calling for help.

The shockwaves from the explosion sent dust and debris flying high into the air, creating a chaotic scene.

General Maruyama was thrown about by the shockwave, his uniform torn in several places, leaving him in a sorry state.

Looking at the horrific scene before him, he was filled with remorse. He regretted not having noticed the anti-Japanese brigade's plot sooner, and he regretted his underestimation of the enemy and his rashness.

"General, let's retreat quickly! If this continues, we'll all die here!"

A surviving Japanese staff officer, his face covered in blood, ran to General Maruyama and pleaded desperately.

General Maruyama looked at him, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He knew that retreating now might preserve some of his troops, but he was truly unwilling to slink away like this.

But seeing the minefield exploding and the soldiers dying one after another, he finally gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat: "Retreat! Everyone retreat!" The Japanese soldiers, upon hearing the order, felt as if they had been granted a pardon and turned around and ran back desperately.

But at this moment, the anti-Japanese brigade turned around and launched a counterattack against the Japanese.

I would never miss such an opportunity during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Now that the Japanese had entered the fray, he had to expand his gains.

Holding a submachine gun, Duanwu took the lead and roared, "Brothers, charge! Follow me and kill the Japanese devils, kill as many as you can!"

"Kill!"

Led by Duanwu, the anti-Japanese brigade soldiers roared and, armed with machine guns and submachine guns, unleashed a furious barrage of fire on the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

A series of tongues of fire shot out, and bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers.

The sound of gunfire was incessant, each shot taking the life of a Japanese soldier.

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A Japanese soldier had just turned around and taken a few steps when he was hit in the back by a machine gun bullet, and then screamed and fell to the ground.

At the same time, another Japanese soldier was shot in the leg by a submachine gun, staggered and fell down. Before he could get up, he was riddled with bullet holes by subsequent shots.

The Japanese soldiers were completely thrown into disarray. They were already terrified by the explosion, and now, facing a counterattack from the anti-Japanese brigade, they had no will to fight.

They scattered like headless flies, only concerned with escaping and unable to mount any effective resistance.

General Maruyama shouted hoarsely amidst the fleeing soldiers, "Hold on! Hold on, all of you!"

However, he can now run faster than a rabbit.

Just then, a Japanese soldier, in his panic, bumped into General Maruyama, causing him to stumble.

General Maruyama was furious. He swung his sword and cut the soldier to the ground, cursing, "Bastard, you actually tried to get ahead of me?"

But after killing the Japanese soldier, Maruyama dared not delay for a moment and continued running back the way he came, panting heavily.

By this time, his warhorse was gone, and he could only flee desperately on foot. His military uniform was already tattered, and his sleeves were torn by pebbles, revealing his bloodstained arms underneath.

His military cap was nowhere to be found, his messy hair was soaked with sweat and stuck stickily to his scalp, and his face was covered with dust and blood.

In the chaos, he lost one of his leather boots. His bare feet trod on the gravel and sand, and every step was excruciatingly painful. But he didn't care about that at all. He just mechanically moved his legs and ran forward, stumbling along.

His breathing was rapid and heavy, as if there was a ball of fire stuck in his throat, and each breath tasted of blood.

His eyes were filled with fear of death, and he kept looking back, afraid that the anti-Japanese brigade would catch up with him.

Every time he heard a gunshot, his body would involuntarily tremble, as if the bullet were about to hit him at any moment.

Suddenly, his foot tripped over a stone, and he fell forward, crashing heavily to the ground.

His palms were scraped and bleeding profusely, and his knees were bruised and sore, but he ignored the pain, struggled to his feet again, and ran forward with all his might!