Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

boom! boom!
Amid the deafening explosions, the night sky seemed to be torn apart as the Japanese tanks exploded one after another.

The chariot twisted and disintegrated in the violent explosion, emitting a dazzling but short-lived light, like brilliant fireworks blooming in the night.

In the light of the fire, the trucks full of Japanese soldiers in front looked like frightened birds.

The driver's face looked particularly ferocious in the flickering firelight. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, almost crushing it.

Inside the carriage, the Japanese soldiers huddled together, pushing each other. Their screams, curses and desperate cries sounded like a funeral song of death amid the sound of the explosions!

The Japanese soldiers in the carriage were shaking their lanterns like dumplings, their faces filled with fear of death.

Suddenly one of the Japanese soldiers thought of something, because there was a mountain cannon hanging on the back of the truck.

Although this 75mm caliber mountain cannon is not very heavy, it is hung on the back of a truck and shakes particularly violently.

And it would also slow down the truck's escape.

Then one of the Japanese soldiers shouted loudly: "Disconnect the mountain cannon and throw it away."

The other devils were stunned for a moment, then immediately started to do as they were told.

Although there was no order from above, and they were committing a serious crime by throwing away important heavy weapons without permission, it was better than dying, right?
So they hurriedly dismantled the connection between the mountain cannon and the truck.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe approached, and one of the cavalrymen of the Wugan tribe aimed at the Japanese who were busy dismantling the mountain cannon.

boom!
A crisp gunshot pierced the sky, and the bullet, like an angry fire snake, instantly pierced the Japanese soldier's chest.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. A trace of disbelief flashed across the Japanese soldier's eyes. Then his body seemed to have lost all its strength. He slowly fell backwards and fell on top of other soldiers, causing an even more chaotic scream.

"Shoot, fight back!"

The Japanese officer in the truck roared, but at this moment, other cavalrymen from the Wugan tribe had already opened fire.

Bullets rained down on the Japanese in the truck. The Japanese in the car had nowhere to hide and were hit by bullets one after another.

A large amount of blood gushed out, dyeing the entire carriage bright red.

But at the same time, a Japanese soldier used up his last bit of strength and disconnected the connection between the truck and the mountain cannon.

The truck, having lost its load, tried to speed up and escape, and the seriously wounded Japanese soldier breathed his last.

Although he was dead, he hoped that his body would be taken back by a truck. After all, no one wants to die in a foreign country.

But the Japanese were too naive. Although the truck had disconnected from the mountain artillery, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe were already approaching.

A cavalryman lit a grenade and threw it directly into the carriage.

Boom!

With a violent explosion, flames from the Japanese truck shot up into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red.

In the light of the fire, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe, one after another, in groups, passed by the exploding Japanese cars and chased after the trucks in front.

There were at least three Japanese trucks with mountain cannons mounted in front. These trucks were slowed down by the mountain cannons and moved away from the main force.

The target of the Wugan tribal cavalry is these trucks.

This is a mountain cannon. They saw it when the Japanese bombarded them.

The shells fell on the ground one after another, like a tidal wave. If it weren't for Leader Ye who saw through the devil's plan in advance, I'm afraid they would have been buried under the devil's artillery fire by now.

So at this time, no one could stop them from obtaining these mountain cannons.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe roared and frantically chased the three trucks that were at the back.

The Japanese soldiers on the truck looked as pale as death, and were terrified when they saw the cavalry coming like a tide.

Some of them fired in panic, but what responded was a heavy rain of bullets.

At the same time, a cavalryman from the Wugan tribe actually caught up with the cab of a truck.

The Japanese in the cab was still stepping on the accelerator.

However, at this moment, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe pointed their guns at his head.

boom!
After a gunshot, the bullet penetrated the glass, leaving a single cracked hole in the glass. The Japanese driver fell heavily on the steering wheel after a flash of bright red exploded in the cab.

The Japanese car then stopped, and the swarming Wugan cavalry instantly submerged the truck.

The surviving Japanese soldiers on the truck were preparing to jump out, but the moment they appeared in the sight of the Wugan tribe cavalry, their fate of death was already sealed.

Each of the Japanese soldiers was pierced by several or even dozens of bullets.

The devil maintained his original posture, shook a few times, and then fell off the truck like a rotten wooden stake.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe did not even bother to look back at the dead devils, but continued to ride their horses to intercept the other two trucks.

The two sides fired at each other in a very short period of time.

The sound of gunfire and artillery fire suddenly resounded through the sky, and bullets drew deadly arcs in the air. Some hit the target, splashing blood; others whizzed past, leaving deep bullet marks on the hard ground or on the car body.

However, despite the extremely fierce firepower of the Japanese on the trucks, they gradually seemed unable to cope with the overwhelming numerical advantage of the Wugan tribal cavalry.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe were large in number. They rushed towards the Japanese from all directions like an unstoppable torrent, making it difficult for the Japanese to concentrate their firepower, let alone form effective suppression.

On the contrary, the cavalry of the Wugan tribe cooperated with each other, with some people responsible for attracting firepower while others took the opportunity to attack from the flank.

The sound of gunfire at this time was like frying beans. The cavalry of the Wugan tribe fired continuously, and the rapid movement of the guns almost turned the rifles into machine guns.

The Japs were killed one after another under the hail of bullets, and the three Mercedes-Benz trucks stopped one after another.

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe became more and more courageous as the battle went on and they wanted to continue the pursuit.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Duanwu shouted: "Stop chasing!"

The cavalry of the Wugan tribe were very surprised, but no one dared to disobey Duanwu's order, and they all stopped.

Wu Gan laughed at this time and said, "Ye Anda, our momentum is high, why don't we chase the devils for another ten miles?"

Duanwu stroked the mane of the panting warhorse and said, "The warhorse is already exhausted. If we continue to chase the devils, not only will the warhorse become sick, but we will also get nothing. On the contrary, the supplies left by the devils along the way are all good things. We can't lose the watermelon to pick up sesame seeds."

Wu Gan suddenly realized, because indeed, the Japanese had lost a lot of things along the way, and if these things were not found, it would be a waste of resources.

So Wu Gan immediately gave the order: "The troops disperse and pick up everything on the battlefield, except for the devil's physical body!" (End of this chapter)