Chapter 44: Charging into the Camp and Beheading the General

  This was the command post of the Fourth Cavalry Brigade Commander Shigetada Matsuura, where more than 5,000 Japanese and puppet troops were stationed. The entire Haradiao area was almost turned into a military camp, resulting in Yang Feng turning it upside down in just a few minutes.

  A white van with two big lights on its head, brighter than spotlights, like a devil from hell, recklessly rampaging everywhere, leaving blood and flesh scattered wherever it passed.

  Weapons can't stop it, barbed wire can't stop it, defensive fortifications can't stop it, even the trenches dug out with great difficulty in the severe cold of winter can't stop it. The Japanese army is going crazy, they just can't figure out why this ordinary truck is more ferocious than a tank.

  Warriors emerged, one after another Japanese soldiers rushed in front of it with rifles, machine guns, hand grenades, and even brave men hugging explosive packs, all of which were crushed into a pile of muddy flesh mixed with yellow earth.

  Chrysanthemum, ancient sword and wine, were poured into the noisy courtyard... Yang Feng, sitting in the car, excitedly sang with his hoarse voice of Tang Dynasty, two light machine gunners had constipated expressions.

  "Yang, Mr. Yang, there seems to be a big fish over there!" A soldier poked Yang Feng, interrupting his pleasure.

  Yang Feng followed his finger and saw a Japanese military officer wearing a yellow woolen coat, holding a broken knife, surrounded by a group of people, standing there pretending to be majestic, with two war defense cannons in front of him, several Japanese soldiers were aiming at himself.

  Yang Feng let out a loud laugh, turned the steering wheel sharply and charged straight at the anti-tank gun.

  "Mr. Yang, that's an anti-tank gun!" A light machine gunner had just shouted this when two flashes of fire appeared on the opposite side, followed by a loud crash, and then it seemed as if the carriage might have shaken slightly.

  The Japanese artillery opposite subconsciously wiped their eyes and looked at the muzzle again, as if to confirm something, then hurriedly loaded the cannon in a flurry.

  The second shell was fired when Yang Feng had already rushed to their front, so the two shells hit the windshield with absolute accuracy and were directly bounced out. One of them even blew a nearby Japanese soldier in half.

  However, the Japanese artillerymen didn't have a chance to be surprised because just one second after the shell was fired, they were crushed under the wheels.

  That officer reacted quite quickly, without hesitation, he abandoned his companion and turned to run away. Yang Feng would absolutely not let him go because he had already seen the star on his shoulder badge, a gold base with one star.

  Major General

  He was the commander of the Fourth Cavalry Brigade and the Sixth Division, each with one battalion, plus a batch of puppet troops, totaling nearly 20,000 men to attack Chifeng. As soon as they arrived here, they received an unfortunate news that the Sixth Division's most aggressive battalion was defeated at Haradiao, losing almost half of its strength.

  This news almost drove him mad, and the loss of tens of thousands of Northeastern Army troops was not as great as this. However, regarding the news that the Chinese army used large armored vehicles, the battalion commander sneered at it.

  Do Chinese people have chariots?

  Ah, yes, they did have them, only now those Renaults are serving in the Imperial Army, a gift from Mr. Zhang Hanqing to the Imperial Army. As for other Chinese armies using tanks, that's like a joke.

  But now he can't feel the humor anymore, this indestructible monster is right behind his butt, General Mōtsu, who is no longer young, has been running out of virtual sweat, but just can't get rid of this devil.

  "Protect the General!"

  "Hold off the enemy!"

  Behind him, loyal and brave warriors one by one charged forward without hesitation, trying to buy time for the commander with their own flesh and blood.

  General Mao didn't have time to look back at their outcome, the explosions and screams were enough, the general ran while tears filled his eyes.

  A tank appeared, firing its cannon as it charged towards the warehouse. General Mao let out a long breath and leaned weakly against a nearby tree, then heard a loud crash behind him and instinctively lifted his head.

  What?

  General Mao's eyeballs almost popped out.

  That tank was knocked over like a poor turtle.

  The desperate General Mōtsu raised his katana and charged forward with a battle cry.

  Yang Feng drove the truck in a circle around Mao Zedong's body, like a vulture circling its prey, or rather, it couldn't be called a corpse, because General Mao, who had been run over from the waist up, was still twitching.

  The surrounding Japanese soldiers launched a frenzied attack, with bullets of all sizes and various types of shells hitting the carriage as if it had charged into an exploding pile of fireworks. However, not one person dared to approach, and it would be more accurate to say that they were trying to destroy Mao's corpse rather than attacking Yang Feng.

  It's already a great shame that the brigade commander was beaten to death in the headquarters, and if they let someone snatch away the commander's corpse, then more than half of the officers here would probably have to honorably commit seppuku.

  Yang Feng indeed wanted to take Mao Shu's body back, but he absolutely didn't dare get off the car now. He didn't even dare stop, because if they stopped, the two grenade throwers behind them would definitely be beaten into sieves.

  "My goodness! Are you okay? Even fishing is such a hassle." Yang Feng said impatiently.

  After opening a slit in the car door, a light machine gunner was lying on the seat, with a rifle sticking out from underneath, trying to hook Mo's body with the sight again and again.

  "Slow down a bit more, just a bit more will be fine!" The soldier said, wiping his sweat.

  "After this, those two in the back will be useless!"

  After trying N times.

  "Got it, got it! Quick, help me pull it up!" the soldier exclaimed excitedly. Another soldier rushed over and together they quickly pulled Maotai's body up.

  "Get rid of the stinky tofu, don't put it inside. Find a rope and hang it around your neck, then hang it outside the window." Yang Feng said as he turned his head away, no longer interested in playing with the Japanese soldiers. As the two soldiers were busy hanging up the tofu, Yang Feng proudly walked away.

  This cargo went straight along the highway without taking a detour and charged directly at the Japanese army's rear, which was fighting against the front line and the 63rd Army.

  At this time, the Japanese army on the front line had already received news of the command post being attacked. The truck hadn't gone far when it ran into a group of Japanese cavalrymen who were returning to provide support. They were all from the Fourth Cavalry Brigade. When they saw clearly that it was Yang Feng hanging outside the car, one by one they rushed up like madmen.

  Watching thousands of cavalrymen rushing towards him, Yang Feng also felt a bit apprehensive. After all, he couldn't let the goods in the carriage show too much unbelievable performance. If they just went straight through like this, it wouldn't be science fiction but fantasy.

  "Can't even afford to provoke him, can't hide from him?" He turned his head and ran away, but the Japanese cavalry had no intention of letting him go, closely following and chasing after him.

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