Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2346 The troops are approaching!

The guerrillas looked at each other, their hearts filled with confusion and unwillingness. The enemy's backs were close at hand, and the dawn of victory seemed to be beckoning ahead.

However, Leader Ye's firm and urgent voice was like a wake-up call, instantly shattering the hesitation and obsession in their hearts.

Although the guerrillas were unwilling to give in, they quickly realized the urgency of the situation and began to retreat quickly and orderly, each step seeming so resolute and helpless.

The whistling sound of artillery shells was getting closer and closer, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blown earth.

At this moment, a shell landed not far from them, and the impact of the explosion made the entire ground tremble.

The flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the entire dark jungle and stretching out the guerrillas' shadows.

The shock wave generated by the explosion, mixed with flying gravel and dust, raged in all directions like the roar of a devil.

Relying on their agility and experience gained from long battles, the guerrillas avoided this sudden disaster.

They rolled and jumped, each of them trying their best to escape the sudden bombardment, striving to find a glimmer of hope in this life-and-death moment.

Duanwu always rushes to the front, using his strong body to show the team members how to avoid risks.

As an experienced special forces soldier, Duanwu can judge the approximate landing point of the shells by the sound of the artillery.

Although this was limited to the first shelling, it was enough.

"Follow me, don't panic!"

Duanwu's voice and every word he said were like arrows released from a taut bowstring, undoubtedly guiding the actions of all the guerrillas participating in the war.

Following his order, everyone seemed to be driven by an invisible force, running at an astonishing speed through the overgrown weeds and gravel-strewn terrain, heading into the depths of the dense forest.

Just as they stepped into the depths of the forest, several dazzling red lights flashed across the sky, and then a deafening roar exploded like thunder, instantly tearing the earth apart.

The Japanese artillery shells fell with an irresistible force and exploded in the open space where the guerrillas had been previously located.

In an instant, the earth shook, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating half the sky.

The center of the explosion seemed to have become a huge furnace, swallowing up everything around it.

The soil, rocks, and even the air were torn apart and melted by this terrifying force, and then turned into a chaotic storm that raged outward.

The shock wave, mixed with high temperatures and sharp fragments, was like a demon in a storm, ravaging the open space that had just been a safe haven for the guerrillas.

The trees were mercilessly broken, branches and leaves were flying, and the air was filled with acrid smoke and the smell of burning. All signs of life seemed so small and fragile in the face of this destructive force.

In the midst of the frenzy of explosions, the guerrillas clung to the ground and, relying on the weak barrier provided by the forest, barely withstood some of the impact.

Their hearts were beating like drums, the deafening sound of the explosions echoed in their ears, and the dazzling light of fire and the sight of destruction were reflected in their eyes.

But there was no fear in their eyes, only a firmer belief and unyielding will.

Under Duanwu's leadership, except for a few guerrillas who were scratched by shell fragments, the rest of the guerrillas safely reached the range of the enemy's artillery attack. They stood with their backs against a big tree, still panting heavily. That was because they had just run at their limit for a short period of time.

But even though they were gasping for breath due to lack of oxygen, they could not hide their joy at surviving the disaster.

Even a young soldier couldn't help asking, "Leader Ye, how do you know where the Japanese artillery will fire?"

Duanwu smiled and said, "The sound of a shell flying through the air will be different depending on the direction. And the closer the shell is to us, the louder the sound will be. So it is entirely possible for us to quickly escape from the bombardment location before the shell falls."

The guerrilla fighter was overjoyed and said, "Then the Japanese artillery shells won't be able to hit us anymore, right?"

Duanwu laughed again and said, "How can it be that easy? If the Japs miss, they will definitely adjust their tactics immediately. And generally speaking, artillery is used for carpet bombing, which is not so easy to dodge.

But as long as you master this technique, your chances of survival on the battlefield will be much higher than others."

"oh oh!"

The guerrillas around nodded one after another and admired Leader Ye even more.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the Japanese mechanized corps approached, the roar of the tank engines was deafening, the sky was obscured by thick smoke, and even at noon, the sun's rays still seemed dim.

The subtle sounds of the turret's mechanical rotation seemed particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere. They were like the hands of the god of death, silently calculating the countdown of life.

The guerrillas held their weapons tightly in their hands, their eyes showing a determination for the upcoming battle, but also a hint of imperceptible worry.

Facing the Japanese tanks, in previous tactics, they mainly relied on full coverage of artillery fire to destroy the enemy tanks one by one.

But now, they are in a dense forest. This change in the natural environment undoubtedly brings unprecedented challenges to their combat strategies.

In this lush forest, the vision is obstructed and the space is limited, making it difficult for traditional mortars and other heavy artillery to exert their due power.

The trajectory of the artillery shells becomes unpredictable due to the obstruction of trees, and may even cause unnecessary risks by accidentally hitting friendly forces or detonating trees.

So at this time, they had no idea what they should use to deal with these steel monsters.

The same was true during the Dragon Boat Festival. Although the Japanese had only a dozen tanks, they had many infantrymen. It was estimated that there were definitely no less than an infantry battalion.

In this situation, even if he had a way to deal with the Japanese tanks, he was still powerless.

Because there were too many Japanese infantry, they had no chance to get close to the enemy tanks.

  If you can't get close to the enemy's tanks, how can you blow them up?

Fortunately, Duanwu had asked Ma Shanpao to prepare mines and explosives.

Ordinary mines are useless against tanks, but the bottom of the Japanese tanks is very thin. Anti-tank mines made of mines and explosives should theoretically be able to blow up the Japanese tanks.

So Duanwu ordered Ma Shanpao and others to hide in place and wait to blow up the Japanese tanks, while he and other guerrillas were divided into several combat teams to block the Japanese in the forest, creating an opportunity for Tang Jiujiu, Ma Hu and others to leave.

As long as Tang Jiujiu and others retreat to a safe place, the guerrillas will break through immediately!