Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

In the vast twilight, the Japs had become like frightened birds.

Having learned from the previous night's experience, the Japs were particularly panicked at night.

In addition, the sound of war horses trampling the ground came from not far away, which made the Japanese even more panicked.

So after receiving the order from General Takeda, the baggage carts loaded with supplies became a burden in their eyes, but also the last straw.

Under the hysterical order of an officer, the Japs began to frantically throw supplies from the vehicles - boxes of ammunition, bags of food, and even the communication equipment that they originally regarded as their lifeline were thrown off the vehicles without mercy.

"Quick! Quick! Throw everything away!"

The Japanese officer screamed at the top of his lungs.

But at this moment, even without his roar, the Japs would fall behind.

In order to fight for the few supply vehicles that could keep them a little away from the threat of death, the Japanese showed unprecedented selfishness and madness. They rushed to the vehicles recklessly, some climbed, some pushed, and some were even trampled to the ground, screaming miserably.

On the roof and beside the truck, there were crowded and struggling figures everywhere. Everyone seemed to be driven by an invisible force, trying their best to find a foothold on the truck.

"Go up! Go up quickly!"

A Japanese soldier held on to the edge of the carriage tightly and pushed hard with his other foot, trying to find a gap amid the shoveling of his companions.

"Don't step on me! Damn it, whoever stepped on me!"

Another Japanese soldier who was trapped underneath roared, but his voice was soon drowned out by more noise.

In this chaos, the ugliness of human nature is infinitely magnified.

Finally, several supply trucks started shakily as the Japanese soldiers scrambled for them, and those who failed to get on the trucks could only watch their companions disappear into the distance, leaving behind a mess and endless despair.

However, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves from the Wugan tribe came closer and closer like thunder, shaking the earth.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe swept in with tremendous force, and before the Japanese soldiers could react, they killed all the Japanese soldiers who had not caught up with the vehicles.

Those Japanese soldiers who managed to squeeze onto the supply vehicles thought they could escape, but their fate was no different from that of those Japanese soldiers who were left behind.

The guns in the hands of the Wugan tribal cavalry had already been aimed at them. The bullets came like raindrops, hitting the cars with a tinkling sound.

The Japanese soldiers who tried to stop them started breakdancing on the car.

This was a contest between dozens of people and hundreds of people. The disparity in strength forced them to suffer in the northwest.

The supply truck began to lose control, moving back and forth in an S-shaped pattern across the grassland.

Of course, it was not the driver of the supply truck who was driving in an S-curve to avoid the bullets behind him, but the tire of the truck was blown out and the Japanese driver was trying hard to control the vehicle.

"Stop! Stop it!"

A Japanese officer shouted at the top of his lungs, he wanted to stop the car so that the surviving Japanese soldiers in the car would have a chance to fight back, otherwise they would only wait to die under such violent shaking.

But at this time, the truck was completely out of control and couldn't stop at all.

In fear and despair, the Japanese soldiers on the seven or eight trucks that fell behind were successively turned into a hornet's nest.

But at this time, Duanwu and others still did not stop.

Duanwu even fired three flares in the direction where the Japanese were fleeing.

This is a signal for a strong attack.

Judging from the way the Japs were running away, they had no intention of fighting. Under such circumstances, it was time for him to expand his victory.

The Japs still had large-caliber artillery and tanks ahead of them, but all of these were left behind.

Especially the Japanese tanks, which were running the slowest at this time, and Duanwu could already smell the strong smell of diesel in the air.

Duanwu can’t let the Japanese take this thing back.

He shouted, "After the cavalry catches up with the Japanese tank, shoot at its engine, smash the iron fence, and throw grenades."

"Yes!"

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe only follow Duanwu's lead. Whatever Duanwu says is the truth. In their hearts, Duanwu's status is equivalent to that of the great leader of Wugan.

Following Duanwu's order, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe rode like arrows, spurring their horses and waving their whips, raising a cloud of dust as they quickly closed the distance between themselves and the Japanese tanks.

The Japanese tanks were bumping along the rugged grassland, their speed becoming increasingly slower. Their huge bodies now looked like prey to the Wugan cavalry.

Duanwu rode in the front, his eyes fixed on the fragile engine part of the chariot.

Duanwu raised his gun and said silently in his heart: "Closer! Closer!"

boom!
Duanwu pulled the trigger, and the 6.5mm bullet fired from the rifle accurately hit the iron fence on the outer cover of the Japanese engine while moving.

Although the fence was strong, it cracked directly under the impact of the bullet.

Duanwu quickly pulled the bolt out of the eggshell, and then aimed at the most vulnerable engine cover on the Japanese tank again.

boom!
After another gunshot, a hole appeared in the outer cover of the Japanese engine, which was big enough for a grenade to be thrown into the engine.

At this time, without waiting for Duanwu's order, a cavalryman from the Wugan tribe had already ridden his war horse and was driving side by side with the Japanese chariots.

He pulled the fuse of the grenade without hesitation. The short and sharp hissing sound was particularly clear in the extremely tense atmosphere.

Then, with a reaction speed that almost exceeded human limits, he accurately threw the grenade into the hood of the Japanese tank.

After completing the task, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe did not stop at all and immediately drove their horses away from the devil's chariots at the fastest speed.

The warhorse seemed to sense an inexplicable sense of crisis, its hooves churning, dust flying, and it instantly distanced itself from the chariot.

Boom!

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe had just left less than fifty meters when a loud noise was heard from the Japanese tanks.

A deafening roar erupted from inside the Japanese tank. A powerful shock wave, accompanied by flames and smoke, gushed out from the cracks in the tank, like a volcanic eruption, engulfing everything around it in chaos.

The steel body of the chariot was twisted and deformed in the explosion, and fragments flew everywhere like dead leaves blown by a strong wind. Some were deeply embedded in the ground, while others drew terrible arcs in the air.

Flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed. The entire battlefield was shocked by this destructive force, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and heavy gunpowder.

The Japanese tank turned into a ball of burning flames in the explosion, and steel fragments flew everywhere like raindrops, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The Japanese soldiers in the tank were instantly swallowed up without a trace under this destructive force. Their bodies and souls turned into nothingness at this moment.

At this moment, it seemed as if time had stopped, and the cavalry of the Wugan tribe even held their breath.

But then, they became excited and followed Duanwu's method to blow up the enemy's tanks one after another! (End of this chapter)