Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 3055 The Mad Battle Royale!

Meanwhile, outside Songyuan City, Duanwu saw the Japanese soldiers chasing after him in the rearview mirror, but his face showed no panic.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly and pressed hard on the accelerator. The truck roared and sped up.

Gradually, they increased the distance between themselves and the Japanese soldiers behind them.

But at this moment, Shadow, sitting in the passenger seat, felt extremely uncomfortable.

Her hands and feet were broken, and although they were in casts, the vibrations from the truck still caused her excruciating pain.

Duanwu noticed something was wrong with Yingzi, but he couldn't slow down. He could only comfort her, "Hang in there a little longer, we'll shake off the Japanese soon."

Shadow looked at Duanwu and said in a not-so-standard accent, "Don't worry about me, just focus on driving."

Duanwu nodded slightly without speaking, because at this moment the Japanese soldiers also began to speed up.

Moreover, from a distance, Duanwu saw more trucks leaving the city, and there were seven or eight of them.

But if there were no shadow, Duanwu wouldn't care at all; for these people to try and catch up with him was just wishful thinking.

Moreover, he discovered a problem: the truck he was driving didn't have much fuel left, and could only travel a maximum of twenty kilometers.

In other words, after 20 kilometers, Duanwu would have to walk back.

Duanwu's mind raced as he considered strategies to completely rid himself of the Japanese invaders.

Just then, the Japanese motorcycles behind them got closer and closer, and one of the Japanese soldiers raised his rifle and fired a shot at the tire of the truck.

With a bang, a bullet grazed the truck's tires, leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Duanwu was startled; if the Japanese soldiers hit the tires at this moment, it would be really bad.

Even if he and Shadow manage to escape temporarily, the Japanese soldiers will drive up ahead of him and wait.

Meanwhile, Japanese spies were keeping an eye on the Anti-Japanese Brigade's base, and the Japanese would know as soon as the Anti-Japanese Brigade took any action.

Moreover, even if the anti-Japanese brigade were to send troops to rescue them, it would probably be too late.

He looked around and found a fork in the road not far ahead. He remembered that this fork was another path that could also lead to Phoenix Mountain.

However, the mountain road is narrow and the surface is uneven, so perhaps we can shake off the Japanese.

So Duanwu made a sharp turn and suddenly veered into this small road.

The road was lined with dense woods, and branches constantly whipped against the truck's body, making a crackling sound.

The Japanese motorcycles behind them were going too fast and almost lost control when turning into a side road. Moreover, the mountain road was rugged and uneven, making their motorcycles even more vulnerable.

They had to slow down and carefully follow behind the truck. But the distance between them gradually increased.

However, the Japanese did not give up. While pursuing, they contacted headquarters via radio, instructing the Japanese soldiers at the forward outposts to stop the enemy.

Although there were no checkpoints on the small path that Duanwu took, the Japanese soldiers could still come out of checkpoints to intercept him.

The truck had traveled less than five kilometers when the Japanese soldiers appeared.

These Japanese soldiers were carrying roadblocks up the mountain road with flashlights.

If they get stuck in traffic, they'll have to get off the bus during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Without a second thought, Duanwu accelerated and sped off, racing against the dozen or so Japanese soldiers.

At this moment, the Japanese soldiers also spotted Duanwu's truck. The Japanese officer used all his strength to order his men to run.

But how could two legs outrun four wheels? Just before the Japanese soldiers reached the mountain road, Duanwu drove the truck and sped past them.

The Japanese officer cursed and fired his pistol at the speeding truck, but all his bullets landed behind it. "You bunch of idiots!"

At this moment, the pursuers who were chasing Duanwu arrived, and on the lead truck sat Onizuka Yumei.

He cursed the Japanese soldiers responsible for intercepting him as useless. If it weren't for chasing Duanwu, he would have stopped and kicked those useless Japanese soldiers.

But he had no time now, so he could only order the truck driver to speed up and order the Japanese soldiers in the back to open fire as soon as the truck entered effective firing range.

But Duanwu didn't give the other party that chance at all.

Duanwu's driving skills were simply superb; for the Japanese to catch up with him was a pipe dream.

However, before he had driven 20 kilometers, the truck ran out of gas.

Then, the engine emitted an abnormal coughing sound and finally stalled completely.

After pressing the accelerator a few times to confirm that the truck could not be started again, Duanwu took a deep breath, turned to Shadow and said, "The truck is out of gas, we have to get out and leave."

Shadow nodded slightly, and although her face was pale, she still didn't utter a sound.

Such a bumpy ride would be unbearable even for a healthy person, let alone a patient.

But the shadow didn't utter a single sound of pain.

Duanwu was a veteran, and at that moment, he didn't even ask any questions; he simply hoisted the shadow onto his shoulder and left.

He looked around to determine the direction, and then headed straight for Phoenix Mountain.

A moment later, the Japanese pursuers arrived.

Upon seeing the abandoned truck on the mountain road, Onizuka Yūmei immediately ordered his own vehicle to stop as well.

He jumped out of the car and immediately ordered the team to be divided into five groups of twenty men each, to search and pursue simultaneously. He emphasized that the search must be fast, and even if they could not find Duanwu, they should get ahead of him and set up an ambush.

As for whether the Dragon Boat Festival will go in the opposite direction, Onizuka Yumei doesn't need to consider that at all.

Because behind them, a steady stream of Imperial troops was arriving.

Meanwhile, Duanwu, carrying his shadow, struggled through the woods.

Branches tore his clothes, thorns pricked his skin, but he paid no heed, his mind focused on only one thought—to escape the Japanese pursuit as quickly as possible.

He hadn't walked far when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps and the voices of several Japanese soldiers talking behind him.

Duanwu immediately stopped, carrying his shadow, and carefully hid behind a big tree.

Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw a group of Japanese soldiers searching along the path they had just taken.

Duanwu thought to himself, "These little devils are really hot on my heels."

And at the same time, he also noticed something. These Japanese soldiers didn't seem to be searching for him at all; they were on a forced march, probably trying to intercept him ahead of him.

"Those Japanese devils are getting more and more cunning!"

Duanwu complained to himself, then turned his eyes and headed in a different direction, heading southwest.

Phoenix Mountain was to his northwest at that time, but the Japanese were heading northeast, so he went southwest and then tried to find a way to return to Phoenix Mountain.

Although this would mean taking a longer, more circuitous route, what he needed most right now was to get rid of the Japanese.

Once he gets rid of the Japanese soldiers, it will be difficult for them to find his whereabouts again!

This is a mountainous area, with only a few hundred people. You think you can find just two people? That's like looking for a needle in a haystack!