Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2010 Reality slaps you in the face, and gunfire washes away the ground!

Just when Kitahara Hiroyuki was leading his men proudly and confidently, suddenly, there was a distant roar of a shell being released.

But before Kitahara Hiroyuki and the Japanese could react, a ray of fire pierced the night sky and headed straight for the convoy.

boom!

After a loud noise, a troop transport truck in front was directly hit by a shell. The truck's fuel tank was instantly detonated, and flames shot into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

The huge explosion tore the truck into pieces and scattered them.

The Japanese soldiers in the carriage had no time to react before they were swallowed up by the blazing fire.

Their screams and wails echoed in the night sky, extremely sad.

The surrounding trucks were also affected, and some were hit by debris, with their windows shattered and their bodies deformed.

The Japanese drivers braked and dodged in panic, and the entire convoy suddenly fell into chaos.

Some trucks lost control and hit trees and rocks on the roadside, while others overturned due to emergency braking. For a moment, the road was covered with dust, flames and smoke.

Kitahara Hiroyuki was also frightened to death.

The katana in his hand fell to the ground, a look of horror on his face.

He quickly grabbed the edge of the carriage and tried to maintain his balance. However, he eventually fell to the ground as the truck shook violently.

The surrounding Japanese soldiers were also in chaos. Some were so frightened that they screamed, while others looked for bunkers everywhere to avoid the shells. The entire convoy fell into chaos and panic.

At this moment, on the top of Dongshan, Duanwu was watching all this coldly. There were still wisps of green smoke coming from the muzzle next to him. It was obvious that the shell just fired was from his hand. There was no expression on his face, as if all this was expected.

At the same time, when the artillery shell accurately hit the target two kilometers away, the recruits who had been surrounding Duanwu were stunned.

They seemed to have lost the ability to speak at this moment, and could only open their eyes wide and stare straight ahead.

Their eyes were full of disbelief and deep shock. The target two kilometers away actually hit the target with one shot. Is this a cannon? Can a cannon be aimed like a gun? They couldn't believe their eyes.

A recruit was the first to break the silence. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's amazing! Leader Ye is amazing!"

"Yes! This cannon is so accurate! It can hit a target two kilometers away with one hit!"

Another recruit echoed, with the same look of admiration in his eyes.

They gathered around him one after another, tightly surrounding the Dragon Boat Festival, and looked at the Dragon Boat Festival with admiration and disbelief.

But Duanwu just smiled faintly and said nothing. Because this is just a routine operation.

What's more, he didn't have time to chat with these new recruits, because the bombardment needed to be continuous.

Duanwu quickly loaded the shells, and every movement seemed so skillful and confident.

He didn't take aim again, but fired directly. As a result, this action puzzled the recruits even more.

One recruit blurted out: "Leader Ye, you didn't aim."

Duanwu smiled while firing, and when the shell came out, he said: "As long as the first shell hits, there is almost no need to aim afterward.

Because the charge of each shell is different, and the recoil after the shell escapes will move the position of the artillery, there is only a very low probability that each shell will fall into a crater.

So you have to remember, if the first shell hits, you don't need to adjust the muzzle anymore, just keep firing all the shells. "

"oh oh!"

The recruits suddenly realized it and now had more knowledge about artillery shooting. They even longed for the day when they could be like Leader Ye, who could handle a cannon as accurately as a gun. But it is a pity that their marksmanship is not accurate, and some of them have not even touched the gun!

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boom! boom! boom!

At the same time, explosions occurred one after another in the Japanese convoy.

The little Japanese convoy looked so fragile and vulnerable under the baptism of artillery fire.

Kitahara Hiroyuki's motorcade was originally heading towards Hulan County in an orderly and menacing manner, but now it fell into unprecedented chaos and panic.

The continuous bombardment caught them off guard, and the fall of each shell was accompanied by flying blood and fire.

Trucks on the road are no longer transportation tools, but have become piles of burning scrap metal.

Some trucks were directly hit, and the entire body was blown to pieces, with debris flying everywhere.

Some were overturned by the shock wave of the explosion and lay on their sides on the roadside, their wheels still spinning, as if telling the story of the horrific scene that had just happened.

The Japanese soldiers were even more miserable. Some were blown to pieces and were so bloody that even their human shapes were difficult to identify.

Some were burned to coke, leaving only dark skeletons, while others were bleeding from all the orifices due to the shock wave, and lay on the ground groaning in pain.

The entire convoy was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning, which made people sick.

Kitahara Hiroyuki couldn't care about his own image at this moment. His face was covered with ashes and his clothes were burned to pieces. He looked around, trying to find a safe place to hide from the gunfire.

However, the explosions of artillery shells all around him made him unable to escape.

"Quick! Hurry and take cover! Run into the woods!"

Kitahara Hiroshi shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to organize the remaining soldiers to avoid the sudden bombardment.

But his orders seemed so feeble amid the continuous bombardment.

The Japanese soldiers have lost their fighting spirit. They just want to escape from this terrifying battlefield as soon as possible.

The entire convoy no longer existed, leaving only ruins and the wails of the Japanese.

But the artillery fire of the Dragon Boat Festival is still pouring down. In addition to completely wiping out this little devil's reinforcements, the most important thing is that they cannot take away the artillery shells and mountain cannons, so they must burn out all the artillery shells. Let’s talk later.

But this is undoubtedly a nightmare for Kitahara Hiroyuki and his team.

When they came they were fierce and arrogant. But at this moment, they were running around like bereaved dogs, in a state of panic.

The little devils were dying, being injured, and running away. They had completely lost the arrogance they had before.

Even Kitahara Hiroyuki, the so-called commander, chose to escape after weighing the pros and cons.

Because he had clearly realized that Hulan County had probably fallen long ago. Otherwise, how could the enemy dare to so blatantly mount the mountain cannon on the east mountain to bombard them?

Kitahara Hiroyuki was filled with resentment and unwillingness, but he had to accept this cruel reality.

He originally thought that with his wit and strategy, he could severely deceive the guerrillas in Hulan County, but the reality gave him a loud slap in the face.

He couldn't imagine what kind of ambush and counterattack he would encounter if he continued to attack. He was afraid that he would die without a burial place like his soldiers.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, Kitahara Hiroshi decisively chose to retreat.

He fled the scene in a hurry with the remaining soldiers, leaving only a mess and corpses on the ground!