Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2345 Bloody Battle at the Cavalry Battalion!

  Chi!

A stray bullet flew past Duanwu's shoulder, leaving a burning scar.

But Duanwu had no time to feel the pain. He was willing to use up all the bullets in his machine gun to stop the Japanese cavalry.

At the same time, Ma Pingan and other guerrillas were also risking their lives to shoot and engaged in a fierce firefight with the enemy.

Bullets flew around them, and people were shot and fell from time to time.

But the Japanese were not much better off. They were numerous, so the guerrillas almost killed them one by one.

The Japanese suffered heavy casualties, but more than a dozen guerrillas led by Duanwu also died, including Duanwu and Ma Pingan. Most of the remaining survivors were also injured.

Fortunately, they were very close to the woods and retreated into them safely.

The Japs pursued relentlessly, but were caught in a tripwire in the forest.

The Japanese soldiers were thrown off their horses one after another and the situation became chaotic.

At this time, Duanwu shouted: "Fight!"

The guerrillas who had been ambushing in the woods in advance opened fire instantly, and endless bullets poured towards the Japanese cavalry who were still charging and couldn't stop at all.

  boom!boom!

Chu Chu Chu!

The dense bullets were like the roar of Thor, and each one was accompanied by the wailing of the devils and the wailing of horses.

Those Japanese soldiers who were tripped by the lasso fell down like dominoes, and before they could stand up again, they had already become victims of the guerrillas' guns.

The Japanese suffered heavy casualties and had no time to fight back. It was a one-sided massacre.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, and every gunshot sounded like a piece of music played for victory.

"Stand firm!"

One Japanese officer still planned to fight to the last, relying on his warhorse and the corpses of his colleagues to hold his ground. After all, behind them was the mechanized corps.

But unexpectedly, in the next second, with a bang, there was a bullet hole in his head and he died instantly.

The shot was fired by Duanwu. Duanwu held a machine gun and never missed a shot from a distance of 150 meters. He shot several Japanese officers and machine gunners who were ready to fight to the end.

The successive falls of these devils made the remaining devils even more panicked. They fled in all directions, but had nowhere to hide.

Duanwu, Ma Ping'an, Long Qianyan, Ma Shanpao and others took the opportunity to open fire with all their might, even at the risk of walking out of the bunker.

At this moment, all they had in their eyes were the enemies, and they had long since disregarded their own lives and deaths.

Even Duanwu and others are the same.

Of course this is not advisable, but there is no other way, because they have no time. If they cannot end the battle before Japan's mechanized corps arrives, they will suffer greater casualties.

As a result, both sides fired at each other frantically at a distance of less than 50 meters, and a small number of soldiers even engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

The battle horn suddenly sounded. It was no longer just a simple shout, but a roar mixed with despair and anger.

The guerrillas rushed into the panicked Japanese crowd from the front. The swords, spears and even sharp bayonets in their hands flashed dazzling cold light under the midday sun.

The Japanese were already in extreme chaos at this time, and a Japanese sergeant barely gathered a dozen Japanese soldiers to meet them.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers all looked miserable, as if they were about to die, because they knew very well that if they rushed forward, they would die.

But at this point, they were no longer given the chance to think. If they rushed forward, they would die; if they didn't rush forward, they would also die.

The Japs had been forced into a desperate situation and had no choice but to fight to the death.

They let out terrified and sharp roars and tried their best to straighten their backs, but their shaking hands and unable legs had already betrayed them.

They are afraid, they are cowardly.

The Japanese are not invincible, and the samurai spirit becomes meaningless in the face of death.

The Japanese officer was still howling desperately, as if he was using the howling to boost his own morale.

But unfortunately, everything was just a flash in the pan.

As the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, the air became suffocating.

The Japanese soldiers were sweating profusely because the closer the two sides were, the more they could feel the guerrillas' strong killing intent.

That was hatred that came from deep within his bones, a hatred that would never end.

The Japanese were completely exhausted at this time. They barely rushed forward and resisted for two rounds. Then each of them was surrounded and beaten by three or four guerrillas.

The Japs fought back with spears and bayonets, trying to carve out a way out for themselves, but unfortunately, two fists were no match for four hands, and the master was killed by their random punches.

Under the siege of the guerrillas, the Japanese soldiers were stabbed with bayonets and bled profusely.

Some of the devils soon went to see their Amaterasu, but some of them were tenacious in life and could only watch the blood in their bodies flow out until they died.

Of course, this battle is far from over, and this is just the tip of the iceberg of the entire battle.

At this time, other guerrillas also engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

The moment the blades come into contact is a contest between life and death, a collision of courage and will.

The blade hit the steel helmet, making a harsh metal clanging sound; the bayonet pierced the flesh, accompanied by the enemy's painful wails and splattering of blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, almost suffocating.

The Japanese soldiers roared and fought back in fear of death, because they knew very well that if they did not fight back now, they would never have another chance.

As they fought back desperately, the guerrillas continued to suffer wounds.

Bright red blood flowed from their wounds, but they seemed to feel no pain. They were only focused on waving their weapons wildly to kill the devils, as if they wanted to vent all their anger and hatred on these invaders.

Although the Japanese were good at bayoneting, they were powerless under the siege of the guerrillas. The entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a huge Japanese slaughterhouse, filled with the breath of death and despair.

As time went on, the Japanese resistance became weaker and weaker, and finally they began to flee.

The guerrillas gave chase, but at this moment, Duanwu shouted loudly: "Don't chase, retreat immediately. Retreat quickly!"

  The guerrillas were all stunned, because the enemy's rout was a good opportunity for them to gain an advantage, so why should they retreat?

But at this moment, the rumbling sound of artillery fire came from afar, like muffled thunder.

At this time, all the guerrillas reacted. The Japanese mechanized corps arrived, and several tanks opened fire on them.

They retreated hastily, like the ebbing tide.

The tide comes in violently and goes out just as quickly.

Those Japanese soldiers who escaped ran faster than rabbits as if they had been pardoned.

In their two lifetimes, they swore never to enter the forest behind them again.

However, whether Kitahara Hiroyuki can agree to it is still unclear!