Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

"Ma'er, Ma'er, our survival depends on you."

Duanwu whispered softly in the ear of the warhorse he was sitting on.

The warhorse seemed to understand Duanwu's words. Its originally unsteady steps became steady again and it ran rapidly.

Duanwu laughed and said, "That dirt slope is our destination. You can rest there."

  Hiss——!

A long and passionate horse neigh seemed to be a response to the Dragon Boat Festival.

Then, the horse seemed to be injected with infinite power, its four hooves flew, and it rushed forward even faster, raising waves of grass under its feet.

Duanwu lay on the horse's back, feeling every powerful kick of the horse, and an indescribable sense of pride surged in his heart.

Galloping on the grassland like this, the feeling of flying instantly drove away Duanwu's fatigue.

However, just as Duanwu had created a little distance, the Japanese soldiers behind him became a little impatient.

They originally thought that with the advantage of numbers and the big Japanese horses they were riding, they could gradually shorten the distance to Duanwu and capture him in one fell swoop.

However, the sudden acceleration of the opponent's horse was like a heavy hammer, shattering their fantasies.

"Fire!"

The angry Japanese officer shouted and opened fire. The Japanese soldiers raised their guns and pointed the black muzzles at Duanwu who was running in front of them.

The bullets whizzed through the sky like a swarm of angry bees.

When Duanwu heard the gunshots, he quickly crouched down and clung to the horse's back.

Nowadays, combat experience is just empty talk. The only thing you can do is reduce the area hit by bullets and then rely on luck to dodge.

Fortunately, the bullets seemed to have eyes and all dodged Duanwu, without even a single hair being hurt on the warhorse.

What made Duanwu even happier was that the war horse had already crossed the slope.

Duanwu jumped off the horse and rolled on the ground to stop.

The warhorse that Duanwu was riding felt lighter and continued to run forward.

At this time, the Japanese did not know that Duanwu had dismounted, and were still chasing the escaping warhorse in front.

Some of the Japanese soldiers were even lowering their heads and loading their bullets.

But they didn't know that the muzzle of a revolver was aimed at them.

Before Duanwu, he had been using a Browning pistol, but unfortunately, it was blackmailed by the mayor of Phoenix City.

So he could only use the Mauser pistol.

A German-made Mauser pistol with a 20-round magazine. With Duanwu's marksmanship, he could hit any target within meters with every shot.

  Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After three shots, the three Japanese soldiers in the front fell off their horses one after another.

The other Japanese soldiers were stunned. They didn't see anyone shooting at them, and as a result, the three people in front of them fell off their horses.

At the same time, they also noticed that there seemed to be no one on the warhorse that was gradually distancing itself from them.

The Japanese officer was shocked: "Where are the people?"

However, at this moment, bullets arrived again as expected, and three more Japanese were shot one after another.

The Japanese officer reacted this time. He shouted, "Behind the slope, that person is behind the slope. We will encircle him from both wings."

Although there were only five devils left at this time, they only had one enemy.

They quickly changed their formation and surrounded the slope where Duanwu was.

Duanwu hid behind the slope and calmly observed the movements of the Japanese.

There were many Japanese soldiers, and within a hundred meters, their marksmanship was probably not worse than his. So when they surrounded him from both sides, even if he was very skilled, he would not be able to defeat four with two fists, unless the Japanese soldiers came up to fight him with bayonets.

Of course, the Japs wouldn't be that stupid, and they were riding horses.

Duanwu felt that he should take some risks and must first deal with the Japanese in one direction.

But at this moment, a Japanese cavalryman on Duanwu's right side was too impatient and revealed his body in advance, just in time to be exposed to Duanwu's sight.

Duanwu pulled the trigger without hesitation. The revolver made a crisp sound and the Japanese fell down.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldier immediately raised his gun and fired.

But Duanwu's shooting was much faster than his, and he shot him right in the chest again.

At this time, the only enemy left was on his left.

Under the order of the Japanese officer, the enemies on Duanwu's left side fired at Duanwu's position, trying to suppress Duanwu with firepower, but Duanwu hid behind the slope and their bullets could not reach him at all.

The Japanese officer became very anxious when he saw this.

He understood that if they continued like this, they would be completely wiped out.

So he made a bold decision and personally led the remaining two devils to rush towards the slope from the front, trying to suppress Duanwu with the advantage in numbers.

However, Duanwu was already prepared. He took out a grenade that was still warm from his lapel pocket, pulled the safety pin, knocked it against his head, and threw it away.

The grenade was thrown, and although the Japanese officer and two other Japanese soldiers saw it, they had no time to dodge.

And even if they reacted, it would be useless because the war horses did not recognize grenades.

As a result, after a loud bang, the war horses cried and the Japanese soldiers fell off their horses one after another.

One Japanese soldier died on the spot, while the other two and a Japanese officer rolled over and stood up.

But before he could stand firm, he was shot in the chest.

The Japanese officer was very tenacious. Even though he was shot in the chest, he still wanted to shoot Duanwu. As a result, he was shot in the head again instantly.

At this point, no matter how tenacious the Japanese officers were, they had to fall down obediently.

At this time, the only remaining Japanese soldier had just woken up from the fall and saw that his superior had also been killed, and he was the only one left around.

In panic, he rushed towards Duanwu with his bare hands.

Duanwu sneered and gave him a peanut as he wished.

The Japanese fell unwillingly, and Duanwu began to clean up the spoils.

Just when he was feeling a little embarrassed to meet Wugan Anda empty-handed, the Japanese suddenly sent him a gift.

However, Duanwu did not clean up the original battlefield because he did not have the time.

He simply stripped off the weapons and equipment of the five nearby Japanese soldiers, and also got two top-quality war horses.

Some of the Japanese war horses were injured in the explosion and ran away, while one was blown to the point of being unable to move.

So there were only two nearby war horses left.

And Duanwu's war horse also ran back, jumping around Duanwu happily.

Duanwu stroked its somewhat messy brown hair, feeling quite emotional. If it weren't for this warhorse galloping hard, it would probably not be so easy to wipe out this group of Japanese cavalry today.

"Good brother, let's kill the devils together from now on!"

Duanwu smiled and patted the horse's head, and the horse shook its head happily.

Maybe in its heart, it didn't know what the devil was, but it could feel the warmth of Duanwu and regarded Duanwu as a friend who transcended race! (End of this chapter)