Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the sky a deep red, as if foreshadowing that a massacre was about to take place.

The mastermind of this massacre was naturally Duanwu.

Holding a machine gun, he had quietly moved to within fifty meters of the Japanese sentry post.

Not far away, in front of several tents, Japanese officers were giving speeches.

Because it was night time, the Japanese officers were worried that there would be more night attacks by bandits, so they told the Japanese soldiers to be on high alert and began to divide the Japanese soldiers into groups for night stand.

But this creates an excellent opportunity for the Dragon Boat Festival.

The Japanese soldiers were standing in two rows on the mountain road. Under Duanwu's gun, they were completely visible.

Duanwu smiled slightly, and with a low "click", the safety of the machine gun was quietly opened, and Duanwu's finger lightly pressed on the trigger.

chug! Chuchuchu!

A series of gunshots suddenly rang out, like thunder in summer, instantly tearing apart the tranquility under the setting sun.

Bullets gushed out from Duanwu's tightly gripped machine gun like a swarm of angry bees, with a shrill whistling sound, and rushed straight towards the two rows of defenseless Japanese soldiers.

The last row of Japanese soldiers were instantly covered by dense firepower. When two Japanese soldiers were hit one after another, the others finally reacted.

One of the Japanese soldiers just had time to turn around and try to see what was happening when he was hit in the chest by a bullet. He flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily into the mud, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Immediately afterwards, more Japanese soldiers were shot and fell. Some were hit in the head and fell to the ground like dead dogs.

Some of them did not die immediately after being shot, but rolled on the ground wailing in pain, but could only watch their companions fall one by one, unable to do anything.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and gunpowder, which intertwined with the afterglow of the setting sun, forming a tragic and heroic picture.

The remaining Japanese soldiers were frightened out of their wits by the sudden attack. They fled in panic. Some tried to find cover, but found that there was no place to hide except bare rocks and sparse trees.

Others simply lay on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, trembling and begging for God's mercy.

However, Duanwu's machine gun was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers. Every gunshot was accompanied by a Japanese soldier receiving his lunch box.

On the mountain road, the Japanese soldiers' screams, cries for help and the roar of machine guns intertwined together, creating a scene like hell.

The Japanese officer was stunned and tried to organize resistance, but Duanwu's machine gun fire was too fierce, leaving him almost no time to react.

After several rounds, the originally neat queue had already fallen apart.

Most of the Japanese soldiers were killed, and the timid ones lay on the ground and dared not get up.

However, at this moment, the Japanese officer saw the puppet army not far away and shouted, "Quick, counterattack, counterattack!"

When the puppet soldiers heard the orders from the Japanese officers, they looked at each other, their hearts filled with fear and hesitation.

But the Japs kept howling. If they didn't obey their orders, they would surely die if they returned.

So they had to bite the bullet, trembling with legs, and slowly move forward. However, just when they took a few steps, Duanwu's machine gun sounded again.

While the Japanese were calling for reinforcements, Duanwu had already loaded another twenty bullets into the magazine of the Type 99 light machine gun.

The machine gun bullets poured down like raindrops, instantly knocking down the few puppet soldiers who were rushing in the front.

The Japanese soldiers who were not dead yet were lying on the ground, twitching, and bright red blood was flowing out from under their bodies like bright red streams.

This scene made the remaining puppet troops even more terrified. No matter how much the Japanese urged them, they dared not move forward.

Seeing this, the Japanese officer became so angry that his face turned blue. He waved his saber and roared hysterically, but the puppet soldiers were so scared that they dared not move. If the Japanese did not charge, they would not charge either.

The Japanese officer gritted his teeth in anger and could only order the remaining Japanese to launch a counterattack. He was also prepared to go to the puppet army to command them personally. If any puppet soldier disobeyed his orders, he would just chop them to death.

However, fate did not seem to give this arrogant Japanese officer any chance of luck. Just as he stepped out of the bunker and was about to rush over to organize the puppet army's attack.

A 6.5mm machine gun bullet approached quietly like a messenger of death and hit him right in the head.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze. The Japanese officer's skull and his military cap drew a strange arc in the air, and then fell weakly to the ground with a dull sound.

His entire body was like a body with its soul extracted. After staggering a few steps, he fell to the ground with a bang, splashing a cloud of dust.

Bright red blood gushed out from the wound which was not even as big as a bowl.

The puppet soldiers were all horrified when they saw this. Their eyes widened and they made dry swallowing sounds in their throats, as if even breathing had become extremely difficult.

They had never seen such a tragic scene, and had never thought that they would face death so close.

Those Japanese soldiers who were still trying to fight back were shot and fell to the ground one by one amid the roar of machine guns. Their heads exploded one after another like bursting watermelons. The scene was so tragic that it was unbearable to watch.

"What kind of gun skills are these?"

The puppet soldiers secretly exclaimed in their hearts. They looked at the machine gun in the distance that was constantly spewing flames in disbelief, their hearts filled with fear.

The Japanese had been completely wiped out, and these puppet soldiers who were forced to take up arms and work for the Japanese had little loyalty to begin with. They had only one thought at this time, which was to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly shouted, "Run towards Phoenix Mountain! There are trees over there where you can hide!"

This sentence seemed to be the only life-saving straw for all the puppet troops, and they rushed towards Phoenix Mountain regardless of everything.

They walked through the smoke-filled battlefield, stepped over the corpses of their comrades, and some puppet soldiers even threw away their guns.

In their eyes, this thing is far less important than their lives.

  What's more, if they have lost their lives, what do they need guns for?

Duanwu smiled slightly as he watched the puppet soldiers fleeing in panic, because they were fleeing to Phoenix Mountain, where there was a mountain eagle that was comparable to the living King of Hell.

Of course, even if Zuoshandiao was not there, he did not want to chase, because he simply wanted to clean up the battlefield, take the Japanese machine gun, and then return to the camp to rescue people.

He walked for a whole day, and he didn't know what happened to Ma Shanpao now! (End of this chapter)