Chapter 40: Battle

  The heavy machine gun can be said to be the natural enemy of cavalry. For an unarmed cavalry, it is a terrible devil. The German-made MG08 with a theoretical firing rate of 450 rounds per minute instantly knocked down Japanese cavalrymen.

  The big guy guessed it right, this is a lost cavalry squadron belonging to the 8th Division attacking from the east, originally intended to rush straight to Chifeng, but halfway through, the guide they caught ran away. Fortunately, just as they realized something was wrong, they saw the tire tracks left by Yang Feng and followed them, only to encounter a head-on blow.

  However, the Japanese army was indeed well-trained. After paying the price of more than a dozen casualties in the sudden attack, they immediately dismounted and hid separately. Charging against heavy machine guns is foolish behavior. Quickly hiding oneself and finding targets to knock out with grenade launchers is the right thing to do.

  But this big guy is obviously also an old slicker.

  "Cease fire! Nobody is allowed to shoot!" he said in a low voice, and the snowy field was instantly silent.

  The machine guns of the Japanese army suddenly rang out.

  Lao Liu firmly grasped Mark's handlebars, motionless.

  After probing several times, the Japanese army also stopped firing.

  Yang Feng and his men could wait, but the Japanese couldn't. They only had one squadron, and here they could already hear the sound of guns from Chifeng, which also meant that there they could also hear the sound of guns from here.

  Although today's Japanese army is very arrogant, it does not mean they are foolish. No one will do something that leaves them vulnerable to attack from both sides, so we must immediately resolve the enemy's blocking position in front of us.

  The big fellow soon poked Yang Feng and then pointed forward a little.

  Yang Feng pulled down the monocular night vision device, and in the greenish visual field, a group of Japanese soldiers crawling forward with their buttocks up and wearing white cloaks immediately appeared.

  He immediately learned the moves in the brotherhood, stuck the gun butt to the ground, roughly aimed, and then pulled the trigger.

  "Boom!" A not-so-loud noise, a grenade was blown away by the airflow of an empty shell, and then two hundred meters away, a fireball exploded, and in the flames, two Japanese soldiers were blown up.

  The Type 92 machine gun suddenly fired, and the Japanese army, who was hiding in a surprise attack, immediately got up and rushed forward in a scattered formation, alternately covering each other.

  "Fire at will!" the big man roared, and in an instant, the sound of Markov and Gatling guns firing simultaneously rang out. The dense bullets instantly swept away a large area of Japanese troops, followed by the explosion of shells fired from the grenade launcher not far away. Yang Feng immediately felt as if he had been punched in the head.

  He quickly found the culprit in the night vision device.

  A grenade followed close behind, also missing the target but sending shrapnel flying everywhere, forcing two of the rocket launcher gunners to take cover.

  The fully automatic weapon's firing, with a dense hail of bullets exceeding five hundred rounds per minute, instantly disintegrated the Japanese army's attack, and on the ground immediately appeared a piece of rising buttocks.

  In fact, the Japanese army should have been intimidated, after all, a Mark IV tank and ten submachine guns firing in unison would be absolutely stunning, but the effect was not as good as the initial surprise attack by the Mark IV.

  Because those boys basically closed their eyes and fired, two of them even shot into the sky, but after all, it was a submachine gun, 240 bullets were sprayed out, and they actually hit two people.

  It was the old principal who fought with style, and Yang Feng saw four Japanese soldiers fall under his gun.

  The battlefield suddenly fell silent again. The Japanese army, which couldn't tell what was real or fake, started firing flares, but the flares didn't have much effect on the snowy ground, as everyone was covered in snow.

  The shooting of the grenade launcher did not stop, and it would explode nearby from time to time. Yang Feng signaled for the boys to hide in the car, he simply wanted these children to experience the war, and didn't expect them to play any role.

  Then he and the old principal, a big guy, slipped into the gap between the car head and the cargo compartment, with two submachine guns on either side of the Markov, protecting the top. Yang Feng hid behind him, firing one shot after another at the grenade launcher.

  This move of his was very sinister, even if the Japanese army's grenade launcher fell near the carriage due to angle problems, it would be difficult for shrapnel to hurt them, as for whether they could hit the cargo compartment accurately, only heaven knows.

  But the Japanese soldiers scattered in front were not allowed to do so, and as long as the grenades fell, they would always have one or two gains. The frustrated Japanese troops launched another charge soon after.

  The sound of Mauser rifles, the sound of submachine guns, instantly intertwined with the Japanese 92 heavy machine gun, the Type 99 light machine gun, and the Type 38 rifle, with explosions in between, the battle suddenly became fierce.

  Yang Feng and others could no longer hold on.

  Especially the old six on the car top and the dog son, although the Markov had a shield, under the Japanese military's firepower suppression, they were still beaten to lift their heads, and the bullets on the carriage made a loud noise.

  "Let's go! Time to hit the road!" the big guy yelled.

  Yang Feng rushed out and immediately felt a punch on his back.

  "Damn it, this year is unlucky for me. It seems I'm not suitable for the battlefield." He rushed into the car and cursed viciously.

  The freight car was like a crouching beast, suddenly bursting out of the low-lying area, and at this moment the Japanese army finally saw the enemy clearly. Countless bullets instantly riddled the carriage as if it had been hit by a hailstorm.

  The carriage was speeding through the snow, with over a hundred cavalrymen chasing after it. Yang Feng was very cunning and managed to keep a distance of over 500 meters between himself and the Japanese army. At this distance, the lances were almost useless, but the Maxim gun on the carriage roof was just in time. As one by one the pursuing soldiers fell off their horses, the Japanese finally came to their senses and stopped the chase.

  But just then, dense horseshoes sounded from both wings, the Japanese army immediately turned back and retreated, Yang Feng saw the opportunity, followed closely and charged at the Japanese army again.

  At the same time, a large number of cavalry appeared on both wings, and the black crows flew over the snowy plain like a tide, sweeping away the remaining less than 100 Japanese troops with the cold light of their sabers.

  This battle has no meaning, nearly two thousand cavalrymen surrounded and beat up less than one hundred people, that's simply bullying. Even the most elite Japanese troops can't withstand twenty times their number of opponents. A few minutes later, this poor Japanese squadron was thoroughly trampled into a pulp.

  "Which part of the carriage is your brother in?" a colonel with a bloody saber shouted at Yang Feng.

  At this time, Da Ge and Old Principal came out from behind the front of the car.

  "Old Mr. Wu?" The colonel jumped in surprise, looking at the old man's hand holding the flower-shaped mechanism with some incredulity.

  "Commander Feng, this Mr. Yang is from Beiping and has come specifically to deliver weapons to you." Principal Wu said, pointing at Yang Feng who had just gotten out of the car.

  "Mr. Yang, this is Feng Yutian, commander of the 63rd Army Cavalry Regiment." Then he pointed to the colonel and said to Yang Feng.

  I'm not very good at writing battle scenes, so bear with me, and thank you all for your support. I finally made it back to the front page today! I hope you'll continue to support me, as I still have a 10-day new book period left. If I can reach 100,000 words, I should be able to apply for a contract, right?

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