Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2948 A scheme within a scheme, a series of interconnected schemes!
Fueled by Fujino's furious roar, the Japanese soldiers continued their pursuit of the retreating Black-Clad Troops like mad dogs.

They were convinced that the black-clad troops were at their last gasp and that they could wipe them out in one fell swoop if they quickened their pace.

However, they never imagined that they were stepping into the abyss of death.

One-Eyed Dragon has been following Duanwu for a long time, and his tactical layout is less than one-tenth of Duanwu's.

However, he still used this kind of elaborate scheme with great skill.

There are two black-clad troops at the Three Passes.

One of the black-clad units was the one that One-Eyed Dragon had previously led. The other was the black-clad unit that Sixth Brother had just trained.

Although this black-clad unit lacked combat experience and individual soldier skills, they were perfectly suited for ambushes and coordination with other black-clad units.

So, while the Fujino Regiment was frantically pursuing the Black-Clad Troops, the Black-Clad Troops' new recruits had already pointed their dark gun barrels at them.

In an instant, gunshots rang out in the once silent forest, like thunderclaps.

One after another, the dark muzzles of guns spewed out angry flames, and bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers like a storm.

Those Japanese soldiers who had been chasing after them with such ferocity and madness were instantly decimated and suffered heavy casualties.

Before the Japanese soldiers at the forefront could react, bullets had already pierced their bodies.

Some Japanese soldiers were shot in the chest, swayed a few times, and then fell down unwillingly, their Type 38 rifles falling to the ground.

Some Japanese soldiers, however, died more peacefully, their heads shattered by bullets, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

The Japanese soldiers behind them stared in horror at the sight and then frantically searched for cover to hide behind.

Some Japanese soldiers panicked and hid behind big trees, but the bullets seemed to have eyes, passing through the gaps in the branches and piercing their bodies.

The Japanese soldiers let out screams of agony, which echoed through the mountains and forests, sounding particularly mournful.

A Japanese officer brandished his sword and shouted hoarsely, "Hold on! Hold on!"

But before he could finish speaking, a bullet struck his throat. He clutched his throat with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers, making gurgling sounds as he collapsed to the ground, his command sword flying far away.

The pursuing Japanese troops were completely thrown into chaos. They ran around like headless flies, pushing and trampling each other.

Some Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground by their comrades, and before they could get up, they were hit by bullets and fell to the ground like dead dogs.

Some Japanese soldiers even ran in the wrong direction in their attempt to escape, only to run right into the guns of the new recruits of the Black-Clad Army and be riddled with bullets.

Fujino followed behind the group, and his face turned deathly pale as he looked at the horrific scene before him.

He never expected that he would fall into the enemy's trap again.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Retreat! Retreat now!"

Upon hearing Fujino's order, the Japanese soldiers felt as if they had been granted a pardon and turned to flee in the direction they had come from.

But they had only run a few steps when the black-clad troops turned back and launched a counter-attack. A large number of Japanese soldiers fell to the black-clad troops' submachine gun fire.

The ground was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers. Fujino led his remaining troops back to the mountain path where they had been attacked, like stray dogs.

They were all in a sorry state, their uniforms tattered and covered in dust and blood, as if they had just fled back from war, and their morale was extremely low.

Fujino's face was ashen, but he had to face the reality that the enemy was using automatic or semi-automatic weapons. Their firepower was too intense, and if they charged at once, who knew how many people would die.

He then quickly directed his Japanese soldiers to use the rocks, trees, and trucks along the mountain road as cover and prepare for battle.

The Japanese soldiers frantically set up their machine guns and rifles, their fingers tightly gripping the triggers, their eyes warily fixed on the woods, fearing that the black-clad troops would rush out from the trees again.

But they waited for a long time, and no one came.

The Black-Clad Troops weren't stupid. If they charged out when the Japanese were prepared, what difference would that be from courting death?
Moreover, from beginning to end, Duanwu instilled the concept in the entire anti-Japanese brigade that soldiers' lives were more precious than Japanese soldiers' lives, and he did not want to see soldiers sacrifice in vain, even if it meant wasting some bullets.

So after reaping his rewards, the one-eyed man ordered his warriors to clean up the battlefield and then retreat.

But the Japanese soldiers were unaware of this and continued to act as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

At this moment, seeing that the black-clad troops had not appeared for a long time, Fujino began to count the number of people.

But after counting all that, his heart was bleeding.

The entire Fujino Regiment, which originally numbered over five thousand, was reduced by more than a thousand, leaving it with a total strength of less than four thousand.

"Bagaya road!"

Fujino roared and slammed his fist into the hood of the truck next to him. Blood seeped from between his fingers, but he was completely unaware.

He couldn't understand how he had lost so many troops in this battle, and how he could explain this to General Maruyama.

"Who exactly are these rebels? Why are they so cunning and ruthless!"

Fujino gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, but then he remembered something else: the morale of the Imperial Army was low, which was unacceptable.

So he quickly added, "Everyone, perk up! You are the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, you cannot be intimidated by these rebels! After we rest for a bit, we'll go and wipe them all out!"

However, it was clear that his speech had little effect. Although the Japanese soldiers outwardly agreed, their morale remained low, and some even became withdrawn.

They clearly had so many people, yet the enemy not only dared to attack them, but also inflicted such heavy casualties on them.

There were over a thousand people, and in less than half an hour, nearly a fifth of them died.

Anyone in their position at this moment would probably have to think about what kind of enemy they were facing.

So even with Fujino's mobilization efforts, the morale of the Japanese troops didn't improve at all. In fact, when he ordered them to advance again, the entire force seemed somewhat sluggish, and their marching speed was much slower than before.

Fujino could only sigh helplessly at the scene unfolding before him. He then sent a telegram to Maruyama, recounting the ordeal of Fujino's unit and the enemy's cunning.

Little did he know that General Maruyama was probably in no better shape than he was. In this battle, Maruyama lost nearly four infantry battalions, including his tank, artillery, and supply units, almost completely annihilated.

Of Maruyama's four infantry regiments, only two remained besides Fujino's regiment!