Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2364 Borrowing the road!

The setting sun is as red as blood, sprinkling all over the Gobi Desert, as if covering this land that has been baptized by war with a layer of golden coat.

Duanwu, who blocked the Japanese reinforcements, led his troops to continue heading north by car.

Inside the car, the guerrillas' faces were filled with excitement and joy that were difficult to conceal.

  Duanwu looked at the soldiers who were covered in wounds but still smiling foolishly, and he could not help but feel touched. He picked up a pipa that belonged to some guerrilla fighter and began to sing:

"The sun in the west is about to set. The Gobi Desert is so quiet. I talk about my beloved pipa and sing the touching ballad! ..."

The singing flowed out like a clear spring, penetrating the smoke and fatigue of the battlefield, and gently brushing the hearts of every soldier.

The melody was both desolate and warm, as if it could wash away the dust and blood on every soldier and bring a moment of peace to the tired soul.

The soldiers stopped their work, sitting or standing, and looked at Duanwu at the same time, with unprecedented light flashing in their eyes.

In that light, there is nostalgia for the past years, deep resonance with comrades-in-arms, and infinite longing for future victory.

The smiles on their faces, which were originally slightly distorted by pain, now became unusually soft and sincere, as if they were healed by the power of the song and their hearts were comforted like never before.

As Duanwu's fingertips danced on the pipa strings, every note seemed to strike directly on their hearts, causing ripples.

Some soldiers closed their eyes gently, with a faint smile on their lips, as if they were floating towards their distant and peaceful hometown with the singing.

Others bowed their heads in thought, their fingers unconsciously stroking the scars on their bodies, as if they were deeply mourning the death of their comrades.

Gradually, the soldiers began to echo softly, their voices were hoarse but full of affection.

Their singing blends with the sound of the pipa during the Dragon Boat Festival, forming a song of their own, a song about courage, sacrifice and victory.

At this moment, all the pain and fatigue seem to disappear, leaving only the yearning for a better life and a firmer belief in victory.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on them, casting a golden glow on these brave warriors.

In this land baptized by war, they interpret the value of life in their own way, and weave their own glorious chapter with songs and beliefs.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gunshot broke the moment of peace. Smoke and dust billowed on the distant horizon, and countless war horses suddenly emerged. The war horses trampled the ground, making a rumbling sound, and galloped towards Duanwu and his group.

The image of galloping war horses was like a surging tide, with unstoppable momentum, instantly filling the entire field of vision.

The afterglow of the setting sun was obscured by the rolling dust, and all that remained between heaven and earth was a magnificent scene of chaos and power.

Duanwu and the soldiers quickly came back to their senses from the intoxicating singing, and their eyes gradually turned from gentle to sharp.

Without any extra words, Duanwu immediately ordered all the cars to form a circle and place the truck containing the wounded in the middle.

At this time, Ma Pingan used a telescope to observe for a while and said, "They are not devils, but Mongolian cavalry. Maybe they mistook us for devils." Duanwu thought for a while and said, "Everyone, listen to my orders. Don't shoot yet. But load your guns. Especially the machine gunners, load them full."

Ma Ping'an quickly added: "Brother Ye, it's best not to clash with the Mongolian cavalry. This goes against the principles of our underground party."

Duanwu laughed and said, "Do we expect the other party to kill us and we will stand firm and let them kill us? Leave this matter to me."

There is no excessive nonsense in Duanwu. If the other party understands the situation, then we are friends. But if not, then I am sorry.

At this time, although Ma Pingan was worried, he did not stop Duanwu's decision. He knew very well that in these troubled times, principles were important, but survival and protecting companions were more urgent.

The sound of war horses' hooves became louder and louder, and the ground seemed to be shaking. More than 400 war horses surrounded the convoy in an instant like a black torrent.

The cavalrymen were wearing heavy armor, and the muskets in their hands flashed blood-red light in the setting sun. The air was filled with a repressive and tense atmosphere.

However, to everyone's surprise, these Mongolian cavalry did not launch an attack immediately, but maintained a delicate balance, as if waiting for some signal or engaging in a silent negotiation.

There was a mixture of vigilance and curiosity in their eyes, as if they were full of inquiry into this convoy that had intruded into their territory.

At this moment, the cavalry in the west slowly separated, and a tall man riding a warhorse slowly walked forward.

He looked at the convoy with guns and ammunition with contempt and asked, "Who are you? How dare you break into the territory of the Urigeng Dalai Lama?"

Duanwu put one foot on the carriage board and slowly raised one hand, signaling the soldiers in the convoy to remain calm and not act rashly.

Then, he said in a steady and powerful voice: "We are the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, and we have no intention of offending you. We just want to borrow a road. I wonder if you can give us this convenience?"

Although Duanwu's voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by every Mongolian cavalryman.

But this faint voice seemed to freeze the air around them, and only the breathing of the warhorse and the occasional sound of the wind in the distance echoed in the ears.

For a while, the whole scene fell into a stalemate, and both sides expressed their opinions. As for the next step, it all depends on how the Urigeng Dalai Lama responds.

All the Mongolian cavalry raised their guns, and the guerrillas also loaded their guns with bullets.

A war was about to break out. But unexpectedly, at this moment, Wurigeng Dalai laughed and said, "Since you are the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, I, Wurigeng Dalai, have to give you this face. But you can't lend me the road for nothing, otherwise you will get out of my territory immediately."

At this time, a young man beside Wurigeng Dalai Lama also echoed: "Yes, if you don't pay the toll, then get out of our territory. Humph! A bunch of stray dogs defeated by the Japanese!"

"What did you say?"

Before Duanwu could say anything, a roar was heard, from Ma Hu.

Although Ma Hu was injured, his ferocity remained unchanged. Moreover, Majiaji suffered heavy losses in this battle, and Ma Hu had nowhere to vent his anger, but Wurigeng Dalai came to him.

If he didn't admire Duanwu even more, he would have drawn his gun by now!