Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

In the dense jungle, seven Japanese soldiers were searching nervously and quickly. Their military boots made a rustling sound on the fallen leaves.

They were the reinforcements sent by Colonel Kira to investigate and rescue Hideo Sato, the Dragon Boat Festival.

"Quick! Follow up!"

The Japanese team leader was urging from the front. His face was covered with sweat, but his eyes were always looking around vigilantly.

Because he knew very well that looking for someone in the vast jungle in front of him was not only like finding a needle in a haystack, but also full of unknown dangers.

So this had to make him extra careful.

"There are footprints here!"

At this moment, a Japanese soldier walking in front suddenly shouted loudly. He pointed at a series of vague footprints on the ground and continued: "It looks like it was just left."

"Great! We finally found it!"

Upon seeing this, the squad leader excitedly ordered his men. He walked to the Japanese soldier, lowered his head and carefully observed the footprints, trying to determine the whereabouts of Lord Sato and others.

Other Japanese soldiers also gathered around. They squatted or knelt, using their bayonets to poke at the fallen leaves and soil on the ground, looking for more clues.

After confirming Lord Sato's marching route, the Japanese team leader waved his hand and said: "Keep moving forward, be careful to maintain the formation, and don't be left alone!"

The Japanese team leader once again reminded his men, because as a team leader with rich experience in jungle combat, he knew very well that in this dangerous jungle, any negligence may pay a heavy price.

"Hi!"

The Japanese soldiers responded in unison, and then continued to search along the direction of the footprints.

But little did they know that the person they were looking for was currently thirty meters in front of them, quietly observing their every move.

There was a slight sneer on Duan Wu's lips, as if he had seen the scene where this small group of Japanese were completely wiped out.

Duanwu was holding a melon grenade belonging to the Japs in his hand at this time. This was the "surprise" he had prepared for the Japs.

When the little Japs were less than twenty meters away from him, Duanwu pulled out the safety ring on the grenade, then pressed it on a nearby tree. After waiting for two seconds, he threw the grenade directly at the advancing Japs.

However, the power of the Dragon Boat Festival is not great. It is better to throw it at a low altitude.

The grenade landed in a parabola less than thirty centimeters above the ground, and then rolled gently to the little devil's feet, which was difficult to detect.

So when the grenade rolled down to the enemy's feet, the enemy discovered the existence of the grenade.

But it was too late at this time, Duanwu did something wrong when throwing the grenade. There was a delay of two seconds, and because he didn't throw it with too much force, the grenade stayed in the air for a very long time.

So, the moment the Japanese found the grenade, the grenade exploded.

There was a loud "boom", and the grenade exploded in the Japs squad, with fire and debris flying everywhere.

The Japs walking in front were directly blown away. They were flying in the air in various forms like acrobats performing acrobatics, and then landed heavily in various postures.

The Japs were blown to pieces and died on the spot. The remaining Japanese soldiers were frightened by the sudden explosion. They fled in all directions, trying to find a safe place to hide.

But how could the Dragon Boat Festival give them a chance to escape?

Duanwu picked up the Type 38 rifle next to him, aimed at the fleeing Japanese soldiers, and then pulled the trigger.

Duanwu's marksmanship was not only accurate but also fast. As soon as he raised his hand and pulled the trigger, a running Japanese was hit and fell to the ground.

At this time, one of the Japanese soldiers who was looking for a bunker on the left discovered the location of the Dragon Boat Festival. He howled and shouted to his other companions that he had found the enemy, and while howling, he shot at the Dragon Boat Festival. But he was too slow. The moment he took hold of the gun, Duanwu had already completed the action of ejecting the cartridge case and reloading. Then with an extremely accurate shot, a transparent hole was left directly at the heart of the devil.

The Japanese soldier who was shot covered his chest and his face instantly turned pale. He lowered his head and watched the blood seep out from between his fingers, staining his palms red. He tried to shout, but only a faint moan came out of his throat.

In his final moments, his consciousness began to blur. He recalled his days in his hometown, those warm family moments, those carefree laughter. He once had a dream, hoping to live a peaceful and happy life. However, he chose to come to this distant country and participate in this cruel war.

He felt extremely regretful and painful. Although this regret and pain came a little late, he was indeed very regretful at the last moment of his life.

This was not a holy war as his commanders said, but outright aggression and killing.

Perhaps he had imagined that he might die in this war, but he never thought that this day would come so early!

The Japanese finally closed his eyes permanently. His life was gone and he ended his sinful life.

But at the same time, the only two remaining Japs still had no such idea, because they were not dead yet and had not been shot dead on this piece of land in China during the Dragon Boat Festival.

After locking Duanwu's position, they opened fire on Duanwu. But at this time, Dragon Boat Festival had already left the place.

Duanwu ducked and appeared from the other side of the tree, and then pulled the trigger. A Japs who had just fired a bullet and was reloading was instantly shot in the head.

At this time, there was only one other Japs left. Seeing that all his companions were dead, he immediately had the idea of ​​​​escape.

And when he goes back, he can tell Colonel Kira that the team encountered an attack. The opponent is very strong. His teammates asked him to go back and report it, so that he can be exempted from punishment.

So he suddenly stood up from behind the tree and walked around like a snake.

Duanwu's mouth twitched slightly when he saw this, because once a reporter asked when interviewing a sniper: "If I were targeted by you now, would you say I would move in a snake shape or a diagonal path?"

The sniper told him: "It's useless no matter what line you take!"

So don't believe in snake-like movements. Although snake-like movements will indeed cause some trouble to ordinary soldiers, in front of an excellent sniper, no matter how you move, it will be useless.

So just after the bang of the gunshot, the last Japanese fell to the muzzle of Duanwu's gun.

The entire jungle fell into a deathly silence. Duanwu stood in the forest and looked around.

On the first Dragon Boat Festival, we want to see if there are any Japanese alive. The second question is whether the sound of gunshots and explosions has attracted other Japs again.

Because if the little devils came in waves, that would be exactly what he wanted.

It's just a pity that no Japanese will come to kill him again.

Listening to the gunshots in the distance, Duanwu knew that the fighting on the guerrilla side was not over yet.

In fact, he was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the guerrillas could last so long. He thought that the fighting ability of Chunjiang's good guerrillas was still acceptable.

Judging from the movie and TV series Dragon Boat Festival, there should be many soldiers and officers with good marksmanship in the Chunjiang Good Guerrilla Group, which would be enough to be evenly matched with the Japs.

Of course, this battle cannot be dragged on for too long, otherwise Chunjiang's good guerrillas will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Thinking of this, Duanwu picked up a crooked machine gun from the hands of the Japanese who were killed.

The bullets in the machine gun were full, and the Japanese was killed by Duanwu without even firing a shot.

Dragon Boat Festival took away two more grenades from another Japs, carried a Japs Type 38 rifle on his back, and then gradually disappeared into the woods, leaving only blood on the ground and the bodies of the Japs! .