Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3011 The Anti-Japanese Alliance is nothing special!

Three red signal flares pierced the night sky, and the Japanese soldiers who were running on the highway quickly split into five groups, frantically breaking through in the northeast 1, 2, southeast 1, 2, and due east directions.

The Japanese troops on the flank had just rushed into the woods when they were surrounded by the Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers.

Bang bang bang!
A barrage of gunfire erupted instantly, bullets whistling through the air like raindrops.

Before the Japanese soldiers at the front could react, they were all shot and fell to the ground.

Some Japanese soldiers were about to raise their guns to retaliate when they were riddled with bullets.

"Don't stop, keep pushing! Only by breaking through can we hope to survive!"

A Japanese officer was giving orders loudly when, in the next second, he was hit in the arm by a stray bullet, and his sword fell to the ground.

He instinctively tried to escape, but was hit in the back by another stray bullet, and fell forward, then became completely still.

Without the command of the Japanese officers, the other Japanese soldiers had already lost their formation. They rushed around in the woods like headless flies, and some even lost their way.

They were like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves, and with their leader dead, they could only be slaughtered by the ever-growing number of Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers.

boom!
On the other side, a group of Japanese soldiers had just rushed into the woods when a grenade exploded in the middle of them, sending flames soaring into the sky and shrapnel flying everywhere.

Several Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces and left lying on the spot like dead dogs.

The other Japanese soldiers acted as if they hadn't seen anything and continued their charge.

At that moment, they had no time to think about whether more grenades would be thrown at them.

They had only one thought in mind: to escape.

However, it was clear that the Anti-Japanese Allied Army soldiers would not let them off easily. Although there were only a little over a hundred people on their side, they chased after nearly a thousand Japanese soldiers with grenades and machine gun fire.

By this time, the Japanese soldiers had already lost all courage.

As the saying goes, a cowardly soldier is cowardly, but a cowardly general makes his entire army cowardly. That's exactly the point.

Kujou-no-kami and Onizuka-no-you were both cowardly and afraid of death, and so were their soldiers.

So even though there were more than a thousand Japanese soldiers, they didn't have the courage to fight when faced with more than a hundred anti-Japanese guerrilla fighters. They just left behind more than two hundred corpses and fled.

Meanwhile, just as the Japanese flank forces were attacked, Kujo Miyamoto and Onizuka Yūmei, along with their henchmen, sped off in their vehicles like arrows towards Matsubara.

They had only driven a short distance when they were ambushed by the Anti-Japanese Allied Army.

Da da da!
The light machine gun fired, and the bullets hit the vehicle, making a piercing metallic clang.

The Japanese soldiers on the vehicle raised their guns and returned fire. With the help of light and heavy machine guns and Japanese snipers, they finally suppressed the enemy's firepower, and the Japanese convoy was able to break through.

"Keep going, accelerate! Don't stop!"

Kujo Miyamoto urged him on with all his might, and the Japanese driver almost floored the gas pedal.

At this moment, anti-Japanese guerrilla fighters began throwing grenades onto the road. One after another, grenades, whistling sharply, hurtled towards the Japanese vehicles on the road. Boom! Boom! Boom!
A deafening explosion instantly rocked the highway, sending flames soaring into the sky and thick smoke billowing out.

A Japanese car was hit by a grenade as it sped past. The windshield was shattered, and the Japanese officer in the passenger seat was also hit by shrapnel, covered in blood, and died on the spot.

The other truck, though a little further from the explosion, was also hit.

The shockwave from the grenade explosion shattered the car windows, and the flying glass shards, like sharp steel knives, left bloody holes in the bodies of the Japanese soldiers inside the vehicle.

The Japanese driver screamed in terror, but he had no time to care about the wounds on his body and hands. He could only desperately grip the steering wheel to keep the vehicle steady and prevent the truck from crashing off the road.

Below the highway were anti-Japanese guerrilla fighters; if the car fell down, it would be certain death.

Despite the continuous explosions, Kujo Miyamoto continued to scream frantically inside the car: "Charge! Don't stop! Anyone who dares to step on the brakes will be shot on the spot!"

"Hi!"

Under their threat, the Japanese driver's bloodshot eyes widened, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and he sped forward recklessly.

They weaved through the smoke of the explosion, like lone boats adrift in an endless sea of ​​fire.

The vehicle was violently shaken by the blast wave, as if it would be overturned at any moment. The metal roof was torn with jagged gashes by shrapnel, accompanied by a piercing metallic scraping sound.

Kujo Miyamoto gripped the armrests of the seat tightly, his body swaying violently with the bumps of the vehicle.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, bloodshot, and he kept roaring like a wild beast: "Faster! Faster! Get back to Songyuan, and I'll reward you handsomely."

Outside the car window, shrapnel whistled past like raindrops, some even grazing the car body and leaving deep dents on the doors.

The off-road vehicle's tires rolled wildly on the road full of gravel and craters, kicking up large amounts of mud and gravel every now and then.

Suddenly, a grenade exploded not far ahead, and the huge impact lifted a rock about half the size of a football, which flew straight toward the off-road vehicle.

The Japanese driver stared wide-eyed in terror, jerking the steering wheel. The SUV narrowly missed the flying rock in a fraction of a millisecond.

Noisy!
The car body rubbed against the rocks, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound and sparking dazzling sparks.

However, even in such a desperate situation, this off-road vehicle was like an unkillable cockroach, stubbornly weaving through the smoke of the explosion, narrowly escaping death every time.

After an unknown amount of time, the explosions finally ceased, and the off-road vehicle driven by Kujo Miyamoto and Onizuka Yūmei finally broke through the deadly land filled with smoke and fire.

The surroundings gradually quieted down, with only the roar of vehicle engines and the rustling of tires rubbing against the ground.

Kujo Miyamoto's tense body instantly relaxed. He slumped into his chair, panting heavily, but a look of ecstatic relief gradually appeared on his face.

He burst into maniacal laughter, which echoed throughout the carriage: "Hahaha! We made it out! We survived again! That Qi Dabing is nothing special after all. In the end, we still won. He can't kill me, Kujo Miyamoto! Hahaha! Hahaha!"

Onizuka Yūmei also breathed a long sigh of relief, his face showing a look of relief. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and exclaimed, "That was too dangerous! We practically walked through hell!"

Looking out the car window at the explosion site behind them, still belching black smoke, Kujo Miyamoto's eyes flashed with a hint of smugness and arrogance: "The Anti-Japanese Alliance is nothing special. They think they can stop me? They're just delusional!"

But then he urged the driver, "Keep going, get back to Songyuan as soon as possible, don't let the Anti-Japanese Allied Army catch up!"