Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

The sound of gunfire, explosions, and screams intertwined to form a symphony of death.

The puppet soldiers were caught off guard by the sudden attack. Many of them had no time to hide and were hit by stray bullets.

The bandits’ shooting skills were not very good. Except for Liu Damazi and a few gunners, the other bandits’ shooting skills were very average.

But the bandits were numerous, and although they had lost more than a hundred men in the previous battle, they still had more than seven hundred men.

Although more than 700 people were scattered in three positions, Zuoshandiao had a group of more than 400 people at most.

With more than 400 people firing at the same time, and two machine guns, one can imagine the explosive power at that moment.

The thirty or so puppet soldiers rushing in the front almost fell one after another.

The other puppet soldiers quickly looked for trees to hide under.

But at this time, the frenzied Japanese soldiers shouted loudly: "Attack, attack! If you don't attack, you will die!"

The puppet soldiers were helpless. They would not gamble on the Japanese's mercy or whether they would shoot.

The devils can, and they will.

So even though they knew there was danger ahead, they had no choice but to continue advancing towards the bandits' position with difficulty.

As the puppet troops gradually approached, the bandits' firepower became more and more fierce, and bullets poured down like raindrops, each one like a call from the god of death.

The puppet soldiers kept falling down, suffering heavy casualties, but they still did not stop, because they knew that retreat would be a dead end, and they only hoped that the enemy's artillery support would arrive sooner.

  However, why did the Japanese artillery fire arrive so late?

The reason is very simple. The Japanese are using the puppet army to expose the bandits' firepower points.

In other words, the lives of the puppet soldiers were not as valuable as artillery shells.

At this time, all the bandits' firepower points were exposed, and the Muchuan devils immediately ordered artillery fire.

  boom! boom! boom!

A series of explosions followed, and the bandit position was instantly engulfed in flames.

The shells landed precisely on the bandits' hiding places and firing points. Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening noise. Dust and gravel were thrown into the air by the huge impact force, forming black mushroom clouds.

In the firelight, gravel and soil flew everywhere, smoke filled the air, and wherever you could see, there were explosions and thick smoke.

The bandits were terrified and tried to find shelter, but there was no safe place under such intensive artillery fire.

Some bandits were blown away by the blast while running, while others were unfortunately hit by flying shrapnel and fell to the ground screaming, but their voices were soon drowned out by the roar of artillery fire.

The shock wave generated by the explosion shattered the bandits' positions, and the already extremely simple fortifications were reduced to ruins under the artillery fire.

The bandits' resistance gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

After the smoke cleared, the bandit position was in a mess, with charred debris and corpses lying everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of death.

After the artillery fire stopped, the puppet army finally reached the bandits' position.

But at this time, all they saw were thirty or forty corpses.

There is no need to ask about the remaining bandits, as they had all run away long ago.

  Zuoshandiao is not a fool. If he doesn't run away when he sees the Japanese have artillery, isn't that stupid?

He fled back to the mountain village with his men, and several leaders also followed him back.

At this time, everyone's face was covered with dust and sweat.

Their mouths were slightly open, they were breathing heavily, their chests were rising and falling, sweat was running down their foreheads, dripping onto their dusty clothes, leaving clear watermarks. Zuoshandiao stopped, supported his knees with his hands, bent over and gasped, his eyes flashing with the joy of surviving a disaster.

He was totally unprepared for the Japanese artillery attack just now. If the first wave of shells had landed right under his feet, he would have been dead by now.

The same goes for the other bandits. They were able to come back alive today thanks to their parents, who gave them long legs so they can run fast enough.

"Damn it, this is really dangerous!"

A bearded bandit leader was cursing and patting his chest hard, trying to relieve the unspeakable feeling of suffocation.

"Yeah, I almost died there."

Another bandit took over the conversation, with a hint of fear in his voice.

Zuoshandiao slowly stood up, looked around at his exhausted men, and said in a deep voice: "We can't stay in this village any longer. The Japanese will definitely chase us here."

Liu Damazi asked, "Boss, what should we do?"

Zuoshandiao thought for a moment and said, "Let's go. The guerrillas have escaped, and the Japanese will keep causing trouble for us. Let's go too. Damn it, we won't let the guerrillas take the blame."

The other bandits looked at the village where they had lived for a long time and felt reluctant to leave.

Zuoshandiao said angrily: "If you have lost your life, what is the point of this village?"

Everyone reacted and immediately packed up and left.

For a moment, the mountain stronghold was in chaos and the bandits were busy.

Some were busy packing the stolen gold, silver and treasures and stuffing them into sacks. In the chaos, they did not forget to put a few valuables in their arms.

Some were busy packing up their weapons and ammunition, fearing that they would miss any useful weapon. After all, in these troubled times, guns are the only way to save your life.

Qianliang, the village chief, hurried out of the kitchen, holding a half-eaten roast chicken in his hand, and yelled incoherently: "Quick, quick, take the food and dry food with you, we can't be hungry on the road!"

As he spoke, he loaded bags of rice and flour onto the horse's back. Sweat ran down his cheeks, but he didn't care.

He is in charge of the money and food of the mountain stronghold. If there is no food, the boss will definitely use his head as a sacrifice first.

  The blacksmith in the mountain village was busy moving iron tools, but he was scolded by a passing eagle. Now he was running away. How could he run away with such heavy iron?

The blacksmith looked innocent, because without iron, how could he make knives in the future?

The bandits' stables were driving all the livestock out of the pen.

Don't take anything else, just these animals.

Of course, they also need to have the time.

Because at this moment, a bandit from outside the stronghold ran in from the gate in a panic, shouting breathlessly: "Boss, it's bad! The Japanese pursuers have entered the mountains and are not far from us!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the mountain village stopped what they were doing and looked at the bandit who had brought the news, and then looked at Zuoshan Diao.

Zuoshandiao frowned, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he shouted: "Quick, speed up, we must leave here before them! We don't want anything we can't take away. As long as we are still here, the things we lost will come back sooner or later!"

"Yes!"

Following Zuoshandiao's order, the bandits took action again.

This time, they acted even faster, and some of the things they had been reluctant to part with before were also thrown away.

Before leaving, he set fire to the village! (End of this chapter)