Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2341 Bloody Battle at the Fifth Outpost!

"Yes, Mr. Sato!"

Shunsuke Ichiro believed Duanwu's words without a doubt, and even refused to answer any telegrams sent from Jinzhou. The signalman even cursed the other party for being despicable and shameless.

The Japanese signalman in Jinzhou was scolded badly and ran to Kitahara Hiroyuki to complain.

After hearing this, Hiroyuki Kitahara almost got his nose crooked with anger.

There is no doubt that there must be enemies infiltrating the fifth outpost, and it is most likely Ye Xuwen.

Beiyuan Haoxing said angrily: "Baka, that Ye Xiuwen is simply omnipresent."

But there was no time to be angry with him, because now that the whereabouts of the guerrillas had been found, he, as the commander-in-chief of the operation, had to consider the next issue.

He believed that the fifth outpost was still guarded by the Imperial Army, but that the enemy had infiltrated and he was deceived by the enemy, so he opened fire on his own people.

So since the imperial troops in the fifth outpost refused to obey orders, he could only start with the reinforcements he sent to Jinzhou.

The Japanese in Jinzhou really obeyed Kitahara Hiroyuki's orders. Kitahara Hiroyuki stopped shooting immediately after ordering them to cease fire, and was ready to use a tin horn to shout to the enemy that they were their own people and not to be deceived by those with ulterior motives.

But I didn't expect that just as the Japanese stopped firing, a group of people suddenly rushed out from behind.

When these people saw them, they rushed up and started shooting without saying a word.

The Japanese soldiers had put themselves in the enemy's sights this time. They retreated in formation to show the Japanese soldiers in the outpost that they had no hostility. But they did not expect that they would become live targets under the guerrillas' guns.

The Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground by the sudden bullets, and screams rang out one after another.

By the time the Japanese officers reacted, more than half of the remaining reinforcements coming from Jinzhou had been killed or wounded.

"Baga, fight back!"

The Japanese officer roared loudly, his hoarse voice sounding like a thousand-year-old crow.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Duanwu also gave an order: "Our enemies are trying to escape, attack in full force. Destroy them completely!"

"Hi!"

Shunsuke Ichiro took the order and immediately loudly ordered all the Japanese to abandon their existing fortifications, rush out and shoot fiercely at their own colleagues.

This scene was hopeless for the Japanese officer who came from Jinzhou. He could not even deal with the enemies behind him, let alone the imperial army that had come out in full force in the outpost.

There was nothing he could do about it and he could only roar in despair.

But his voice was soon drowned out by the sound of gunfire.

The entire battlefield seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and the air was filled with a stronger smell of gunpowder and blood.

The Japanese reinforcements in the direction of Jinzhou were in tears.

Originally they came to provide reinforcements, but unexpectedly they found themselves in such a desperate situation, being attacked from both sides.

The reinforcements from Jinzhou fought back hard, but they were outnumbered and had suffered heavy losses before, so their morale was low and they gradually showed signs of defeat.

The Japanese soldiers in Jinzhou fell one after another, and the current battle was no longer a suspense.

Duanwu stood on a high place, watching all this with a cold gaze, without any mercy in his heart. Because the devils in front of him were just a bunch of beasts. Their lives and deaths were worthless, and they were just a string of numbers on the battlefield.

Of course, Duanwu did not do nothing at this time. He pulled out a sharp steel knife from his boot, and just when Shunsuke Ichiro was about to flatter Duanwu with a smug look on his face, the knife pierced through his heart from the front.

Shunsuke Ichiro opened his eyes wide in confusion, pointed at Duanwu and asked in surprise: "Why, why, why?"

Duanwu did not answer, but pulled out his bayonet and stabbed another stunned Japanese guard.

At the same time, Long Qianyan also took action. He stabbed a Japanese officer in the back.

The Japanese officer wanted to scream, but Long Qianyan covered his mouth tightly and dragged him into the darkness.

So in just a moment, Shunsuke Ichiro and his two men received their lunch boxes one after another, while the Japanese soldiers who were fighting bravely in the front were unaware of it.

Long Qianyan smiled happily at this time: "Leader Ye, we won a great victory this time, thanks to your proper command!"

Duanwu smiled slightly, because he was very pleased with this battle. Although it was a little thrilling, fortunately, everything went very smoothly.

The Japanese reinforcements from Jinzhou were completely wiped out, and the Japanese and puppet troops at the outpost rushed out of the defensive fortifications on which they depended for survival due to heavy casualties, and were surrounded by the guerrillas and the people from Majiaji.

A desperate fight began for the Japs, and the whole scene was extremely tragic.

The two sides engaged in close combat, and the sparks from the collision of swords were particularly dazzling in the inky black night.

The guerrillas and the men from Majiaji are all very agile.

They waved their swords and held their sharp bayonets, and every swing or stabbing was accompanied by the fall of Japanese and puppet soldiers.

Although the Japanese and puppet troops were at a numerical disadvantage, they burst out with amazing fighting power when facing a life-and-death moment. They roared and waved their bayonets, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this despair.

On the battlefield, blood was splattered and broken limbs were everywhere.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, making people feel suffocated.

The roars of the soldiers, the groans of the devils, and the clanging of weapons intertwined together to form a tragic war song.

In this war without the smoke of gunpowder, everyone has become the master of his own destiny. They use their flesh and blood to fight for a way out for themselves and write a legend of their own.

That’s right, anyone who can survive this brutal hand-to-hand combat will become a legend of his own.

Because being able to survive is indeed a luxury.

The devils had used all their strength to survive, so in their dying counterattack, many guerrilla fighters and Majiaji heroes died.

Of course, their sacrifice was valuable, because they used their flesh and blood to block the Japs and not a single one escaped.

As time went on, the resistance of the Japanese and puppet troops became weaker and weaker. Their morale was gradually worn out in the brutal battle, while the guerrillas and the warriors of Majiaji became more and more courageous.

Finally, in the chaos and wailing, the Japanese and puppet troops were completely wiped out. Their bodies were lying in all directions on the battlefield, becoming the most direct witnesses of this war.

When the battle ended, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence, broken only by the occasional bird calls in the distance and the whistling of the wind across the battlefield.

The guerrillas and the fighters from Majiaji supported each other and stood up. Their faces were covered with fatigue and scars, but their eyes were shining with the light of winners.

They knew that although this tragic battle came at a huge cost, their sacrifice and efforts allowed more people to survive! .