Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2547: Drive up the wall!
Chu Chu Chu!
Bullets poured out from the muzzle of the submachine gun like hail, instantly rushing towards the Japanese with the breath of death.

On the street, the members of the Japanese patrol team were caught in the sudden fire before they could react.

Their figures trembled and staggered in the dense rain of bullets, and then one by one fell to the ground helplessly like scarecrows pulled up by the wind.

The sound of bullets piercing the body and the dull sound of the Japanese falling down intertwined, forming a prelude to death.

Those once invincible devils were now riddled with holes and blood under Duanwu's merciless shooting, like withered flowers blown down by a rainstorm, without a trace of life left.

After annihilating a Japanese patrol, the truck sped forward at an even faster speed.

But soon, another Japanese checkpoint appeared ahead.

The Japanese at the checkpoint were on high alert. They used sandbags as cover and even had grenades ready, just waiting for Duanwu to run over on his own.

But how could Duanwu let them do what they wanted? Suddenly, the truck turned directly into an alley that was no more than two meters wide.

The Japanese opened their eyes wide in shock. I’m afraid even their own Goddess Amaterasu wouldn’t dare to drive like this?

They knew that alley was only two meters wide at its narrowest point, or even less than two meters.

They determined that trucks could not pass through, and there were patrols and checkpoints on the other side of the alley, so they did not set up defenses.

But I didn't expect the other party to turn a right angle and go straight past.

"Quick, go and inform the Imperial Army on Second Street that the enemy is heading their way."

A Japanese officer immediately gave an order, and the Japanese soldiers took the order and quickly ran towards the second street.

But how could the speed of the Japanese running be faster than that of a car?

Duanwu's driving skills are first-rate. When he was in the army, he performed all kinds of difficult maneuvers.

For example, driving a car up a wall is a basic operation.

Therefore, an alley with a diameter of two meters is absolutely nothing to Duanwu. He can even turn in an alley that is only two-thirds the length of his car body.

At this time in the alley, the Duanwu car was running at a rapid speed. The friction between the wheels and the ground made a sharp sound, and even occasionally sparks were produced.

Duanwu was fully focused. Although his skills were top-notch, he did not dare to relax at all in such a narrow alley.

He had to anticipate every turn to avoid getting his truck stuck in an alley.

And if that were the case, it would be funny.

squeak!
With a sharp turn, the car body was almost parallel to the wall, and even the rear trunk rubbed against the wall, sparking a series of sparks.

But Duanwu was not moved at all. He held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and the car body passed the corner at an incredible angle and turned successfully.

After the car body was slightly stabilized, Duanwu stepped on the accelerator again, drove out of the alley steadily, and stopped on Erdao Street.

At this time, right in front of Duanwu was the Japanese checkpoint, but it was obvious that the Japanese here were not prepared.

Moreover, the two were very close to each other. When Duanwu rushed out of the alley, he was less than 30 meters away from the Japanese checkpoint.

The Japanese soldiers at the checkpoint were looking at Duanwu's truck in shock as it rushed out of the alley.

Duanwu shouted in Japanese: "Move aside, move the roadblock away, there is an urgent military matter."

Duanwu used his tricks again, and Sixth Brother in the car behind him wanted to jump forward and kick him.

But the Japanese fell for it. They didn't know Duanwu's identity. They only heard Duanwu speaking Japanese and driving their vehicle.

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So instinctively they moved the roadblocks away.

Duanwu naturally would not wait and rushed over. But at this moment, a breathless Japanese soldier ran out from the other side of the street and shouted loudly: "Stop a car, that's the enemy."

"Nani?"

Although the Japanese officer didn't know what was happening, he had to stop the other party regardless of whether he was an enemy or not.

The Japanese officer immediately ordered the Japanese to move the roadblocks back.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, the truck driven by Duanwu rushed over and knocked the moving roadblock away.

Two other Japanese soldiers were knocked away along with him.

One of the Japanese soldiers vomited blood and fell down right in front of the street.

Duanwu's truck drove straight past, and the Japanese made a loud bang and then there was no movement.

"Chase! Chase!"

The Japanese officer roared loudly and ordered to open fire.

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But at this moment, the rear curtain of the truck was lifted, revealing two black gun muzzles.

Chu Chu Chu!
The gunshots came as suddenly as a rainstorm. With each gunshot, a Japanese soldier's body trembled, staggered, and finally fell down powerlessly.

"Nani?"

The Japanese officer's roar was suppressed by the sudden firepower and stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

His soldiers, those imperial troops who were once well-trained in his eyes, now fell one after another like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind.

The opponent's bullets were like the god of death's scythe, ruthlessly reaping lives.

At this time, some Japanese soldiers reacted first and tried to find cover, but were hit by stray bullets in the panic and were the first to go back to see their Amaterasu.

Some Japanese soldiers tried to fight back, but before they could even raise their rifles, they were drowned in a torrential rain of bullets. They could only fire in vain at the sky or the ground, screaming in despair.

The streets were filled with flying dust, mixed with the smell of blood and gunpowder, creating a cruel picture of war.

Finally, when the last gunshot rang out, there was only dead silence on the street.

The dozen or so Japanese devils were all defeated without any decent counterattack.

The Dragon Boat Festival truck drove away, but this was not the end but just the beginning.

In order to intercept Duanwu, the Japanese drew a large number of troops from all over the place.

When they learned that the enemy had escaped in a car, all the Japanese and puppet troops chased in the direction of the car like the wind.

On the streets, dust was raised by countless eager footsteps, forming thick gray-yellow curtains.

In the background, the Japs looked like a group of beasts driven by hunger, with only bloodthirstiness and prey in their eyes.

The Japanese officer waved his saber, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he was shouting wildly.

Occasionally, there was the sound of bullets cutting through the air in the sky, accompanied by a few sharp whistles. That was Duanwu and his men fighting back, killing the approaching Japanese soldiers one by one.

But the constantly spewing tongues of flame could not stop the crazy Japs. No matter how many Japs were killed, more would rush up.

They stepped on the corpses of their comrades, roared, and some even shouted "Long live the Emperor!"

Duanwu heard this kind of sound more than once, but it was so harsh every time he heard it.

Duanwu quickly removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a full one. He continued driving while shooting at the zombies who kept rushing towards him!