Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

boom!

When the three trucks of the little devils drove completely into the central area of ​​the mine array, Long Qianyan decisively pressed the detonator.

He pressed his fingers hard, as if he was pouring all his anger and hatred into this simple action at this moment.

In an instant, the mine formation was like an awakened volcano, erupting with an earth-shaking loud noise. The fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire sky red. The shock wave of the explosion swept across the entire highway in an instant with devastating force.

The three Japanese trucks were overturned by the huge impact, and their bodies rolled in the air, like a group of helpless giant beasts struggling.

Especially the largest truck in the middle, which was at the center of the explosion, suffered the strongest impact.

The truck's tires were spinning in the air, its body was blown to pieces, and debris was flying everywhere.

The Japanese soldiers in the car were thrown into the air at the moment of the explosion. Their bodies struggled helplessly in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground, or were hit by flying debris, leaving their flesh and blood bruised.

Although the two trucks in front and behind were slightly away from the center of the explosion, they could not escape their fate. They rolled under the huge impact, crashed into trees and rocks on the roadside, and ignited raging fires. The Japanese soldiers in the car were also thrown out of the car, or were pressed under the deformed car body, making miserable screams.

The puppet soldiers who followed behind had nowhere to escape. They were knocked to the ground by the air wave of the explosion, and their bodies were twisted painfully in the firelight. Some puppet troops who were closer to the center of the explosion were even blown to pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. The scene was horrific.

The power of the explosion far exceeded the expectations of Duanwu, Long Qianyan, Ma Sanpao and others.

Duanwu thought that it would be great to annihilate half of the Japanese and puppet troops, but he did not expect that the little Japanese would suffer at least two-thirds casualties in the explosion, and the puppet troops would also suffer more than half of their casualties.

But Dragon Boat Festival would never give the little devil time to breathe, and immediately ordered: "Throw the grenades, throw all the grenades out!"

Following the Dragon Boat Festival's order, the guerrilla members and the new recruits threw grenades at the Japanese puppet troops who still did not recover from the explosion of the mine array.

The grenades drew beautiful arcs in the air, like meteors passing through the air, carrying destructive power and spreading like a carpet near the Japanese and puppet troops.

For a moment, it seemed as if there was a rain of grenades over the entire battlefield, and their number far exceeded the surviving Japanese and puppet troops.

Accompanied by the bang-bang sound of landing, there was a deafening explosion, as if everything in the world would be swallowed up in an instant.

The huge shock wave and flames generated by the explosion instantly swamped the Japanese and puppet troops, blowing them to pieces with bloody flesh and broken limbs scattered everywhere.

Some Japanese soldiers were blown to pieces, and their body parts were scattered on the ground, forming shocking and horrifying scenes.

Their bodies were blown to pieces, and their blood stained the entire battlefield red.

The same goes for the puppet troops. They also suffered heavy losses and suffered heavy casualties from bombings.

They lay on the ground groaning and writhing in pain, but could not escape the fate of death. Some were even damaged beyond recognition by the explosion, and even his mother no longer recognized him.

Thick smoke and dust from the explosion filled the sky over the battlefield, creating a hazy scene. In this chaos, the morale of the Japanese and puppet troops completely collapsed. Facing such a fierce attack, they felt extremely desperate and frightened.

Some puppet soldiers knelt on the ground, clasped their hands, praying for God's mercy; others lost their minds and fled in all directions.

As for the little devils, there will be no more than ten people who can survive the two waves of attacks.

The Kurai Japanese were riding in the truck in front. Although the truck was overturned and hit a tree on the roadside, he was still alive with a bloody head.

Blood flowed down his forehead into his eyes, and all he could see at this time was a world of bloody people. This world is full of the smell of smoke and blood.

One by one, the imperial soldiers who had been showing off their power and shouting that the Chinese were vulnerable were lying on the cold ground with missing limbs.

And even if there are still people alive, they are either standing on the empty road dumbfounded or lying on the ground wailing.

At this moment, Kurai's inner world began to collapse. In the past, he thought he was protected by Bushido, but he also began to be afraid, terrified!

Kurai felt dizzy and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

What kind of enemies did he encounter? The other party actually captured the mine and hasn't left yet. Did he still have time to ambush him?

Could it be that the Imperial Army and Imperial Alliance Army in the mine were annihilated by each other without even having a chance to resist?

Otherwise, what's going on with this mine array? This takes a lot of time, right?

What kind of person is this person who planned to attack Colonel Kira, then took the tiger out of the mountain to seize the mine, and then ambushed me?

Is he just a small guerrilla leader?

Such a person is more than enough to be a general, right?

Is this the true strength of the Chinese people? Even a small guerrilla captain has the commanding ability that only a general of the Imperial Japanese Army has?

Kurai's inner world completely collapsed. His heart began to waver and he began to doubt whether the Imperial Japanese Army could really win this war.

Of course, this was not what he wanted to know most. He wanted to know whether he could survive the ambush.

He hid in the back of the truck and shivered, but he did not notice that the truck was burning and the fuel tank of the truck with two holes was dripping.

He didn't notice all this because his mind had already returned to his hometown, holding his three-year-old daughter and his wife, who was ten years younger than him.

Boom!

After a violent explosion, Kurai's vision began to blur. He was blown high into the sky, and his arms, legs, and body were slowly losing consciousness.

He knew he was going to die, and a trace of confusion and helplessness flashed in his eyes. The glory of the empire and the dignity of bushido that he once thought about seemed so pale and feeble at this moment.

He was even a little amused, laughing at what he had been pursuing all these years.

He fell into eternal darkness! .

But the battle did not end with Kurai's death at this time.

Duanwu's keen eyes discovered that after a wave of rapid grenade explosions, there were not many Japanese and puppet soldiers left alive. At most, there were only twenty or thirty people lingering for breath.

When Duanwu saw this, he stood up and fired with a machine gun while roaring: "Brothers, come with me and kill the Japanese!"

"Kill!"

At Duanwu's order, the guerrilla fighters who were already eager to try could not wait to follow Duanwu and rushed out, killing the survivors of the Japanese and puppet troops who were in a panic.

These Japanese and puppet troops had no intention of fighting at all. They ran away after recovering from the explosion. Those who had not yet recovered were instantly submerged in the crowd and crushed into powder!