Chapter 71: Mutation

  Inside Guangfu County, the people were extremely uneasy.

  A night of fierce fighting has left them filled with worries now.

  As soon as the position of the advancing troops was lost, these civilians understood how they would be treated by the Japanese army.

  "How is it? How was the fight at the front?" Several young men ran over from the city gate, and the gathered citizens hastily asked.

  The young men panted heavily and stopped in front of the crowd.

  "They won't let them out." A young man panted and said slowly.

  The faces of the people turned gloomy, for they thought that Yang Junran was undoubtedly taking a risk, risking the lives of these ordinary people.

  But how would they know that the entire Chahar Trenching Division was taking a risk?

  "It won't do, Yang Shizhong is not bad, but we can't just wait to die here, fellow villagers. I think we should hurry back and prepare, use those tunnels to escape quickly." A villager hesitated and spoke out his thoughts.

  No sooner had he finished speaking than the crowd began to murmur.

  "No, don't go. Yang's troops have won, the city guards say they are now clearing out the remaining Japanese soldiers." A young man who had just caught his breath said quickly.

  The common people began to discuss it again, after all they didn't believe that Yang Junran's troops had the ability to annihilate so many Japanese soldiers.

  Just as everyone was discussing, an airplane appeared in the sky.

  Four planes flew past the county town and moved rapidly towards the outskirts of the city.

  "Honk honk." The alarm whistle had already sounded.

  The people quickly dispersed and took cover in various air raid shelters as they had practiced beforehand.

  The bustling street had suddenly fallen silent.

  Machine guns were quickly set up around the streets, ready to strike at Japanese planes.

  In the suburbs, fierce battles between China and Japan continued.

  Although tanks and cavalry killed a considerable number of Japanese troops, the remaining Japanese troops caused no small trouble for the infantry.

  These Japanese officers and men, even if they were going to die, would still cause no small trouble for the Chinese troops.

  The plane slowly appeared in the eyes of the warriors, and some warriors quickly hid, fearing that the plane would immediately drop bombs.

  The Japanese officers and men waved their rifles and stood up, indicating their position.

  The warriors naturally would not miss this opportunity, shooting swiftly.

  The plane slowly descended in altitude and looked at the mixed Chinese and Japanese sides.

  In such a situation, they had no way of dropping bombs and could only circle around once before flying away in another direction.

  On the distant road ahead, Yang Junran had already taken cover behind a destroyed tank, searching for his target.

  A Japanese soldier had already aimed his rifle at Yang Junran.

  However, due to the tank's position, he could only aim at Yang Junran's right hand and never saw his body.

  "Go around and clear out the Japanese officers and soldiers with the tanks!" Yang Junran shouted loudly, looking at the guards in the distance.

  After all, there were four guards, and they had four shotguns, which could play a significant role.

  The guard heard Yang Junran speaking, but did not hear what Yang Junran was saying.

  After all, the tanks around were still in action, and the rumbling sound had covered up all the sounds.

  Yang Junran put down his rifle and raised his right hand in a gesture of surrender.

  The guards finally understood Yang Junran's meaning and quickly turned around to encircle the Japanese army from the side and back.

  At this moment, Japanese soldiers had lost their patience and fired at Yang Junran's dancing right hand.

  The bullet moved swiftly towards Yang Junran's right hand.

  Yang Junran apparently realized something and quickly put down his right hand.

  But it was too late, the speed of the bullet wasn't something an ordinary person could dodge.

  The ring on his right hand suddenly lit up and blocked the bullet, which slowly fell to the ground.

  Yang Junran stared at the scene in front of him in surprise, clearly not expecting that the ring would still have such a function.

  The Japanese soldier who was shooting had moved away because there were already gunshots behind him.

  The most important thing is that he was extremely confident in his marksmanship, and in his view, a soldier who had lost his right hand had undoubtedly lost the ability to fight.

  Squatting beside the tank, Yang Junran's right hand suddenly started aching violently.

  The silver-white ring emitted a faint glow, as if it wanted to show something.

  Yang Junran couldn't help but shout out loud, but at this time, who would hear his cry for help.

  The pain gradually became more and more severe.

  Yang Junran, who could no longer bear the pain, finally fainted.

  In the distance, Toshio Maeda could not know that almost annihilating his division was also his arch-nemesis Yang Junran, who was right here.

  The Japanese army's ten-odd tanks have been destroyed quite a few.

  Now Maeda Toshi is considering how to escape.

  There were less than ten guards beside him, but a tank had already appeared in front of Tadakatsu's line of sight.

  "Hurry up and blow it up!" Toshiyuki Maeda's eyes were bloodshot, like a furious beast, as he yelled at his subordinates.

  Several Japanese soldiers hesitated for a moment, holding hand grenades and charging towards the tank.

  While Maeda Toshiie took advantage of this opportunity and quickly slipped away to one side.

  He is a nobleman with an hereditary marquis title, and naturally he would not want to die in battle at this time.

  Four guards had already appeared in front of Maeda Toshiie, and the shotgun fired quickly, killing the guard beside Maeda Toshiie.

  Maeda Toshiie charged forward with his sword drawn until his final moment and slashed at the four guards.

  "Capture alive, reward more." One of the guards saw Maeda Toshiie's military uniform and quickly said it out.

  The National Government has a regulation that capturing living Japanese military officers will be rewarded more than capturing dead ones.

  The guards put away their own weapons and dodged Maeda Toshiie's sword.

  A guard took advantage of Maeda Toshiie's forward movement and kicked him in the back.

  Maeda Toshiie was severely beaten and fell to the ground with blood still flowing from his mouth.

  The four guards acted quickly and tied up Toshiyori Maeda on the ground.

  Just then, the sand and dust around them flew up into the air.

  Under the tank's attack, Japanese soldiers died one by one under the machine gun.

  Yang Junran slowly opened his eyes, and the pain in his hand had disappeared.

  The ring's color has almost changed into a silver-white ring.

  Looking at this strange ring, Yang Junran couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  "What nonsense." Yang Junran was clearly not polite, saying harshly towards the ring.

  "Ah...!" Yang Junran suddenly saw a tank beside him, his face full of surprise.

  The tank that was just badly damaged has been restored to its former state in the blink of an eye.

  The most important point is that this damaged Japanese Type 97 tank has been converted into a Soviet T-34 tank.

  What made Yang Junran even more surprised was that at this time, the Soviet T-34 tank had not been developed yet!

  Made a fortune, earned a lot.

  Yang Junran smiled foolishly at the tank, after all, if this tank were to be sold, it would not just be worth the price of a tank.

  "Master, we've caught one alive." The guards and Zhang Junzhe had already walked over, saying to Yang Junran.

  Yang Junran looked at the short and stout Toshiyori Mae, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, staring angrily at Yang Junran.

  "Commander, everything has been taken care of. Apart from this big fish, there were several junior officers, but they've all been shot down." Zhang Junzhe reported quickly.

  Yang Junran looked at the tank, then glanced at Maeda Toshiya beside him and said to Zhang Junzhe: "Send your most elite armored troops, drive this tank into the county town, and also take this prisoner back. Don't kill him by any means, he will be useful later."

  Zhang Junzhe bowed and ran over to one side.

  "You don't need to protect me anymore. You have to keep an eye on this prisoner, and absolutely cannot let him commit suicide." Yang Junran tidied up and picked up his weapon, saying to the guard beside him.

  The guards hesitated and looked at Yang Junran, after all, the safety of this officer was more important than that of a prisoner of war.

  "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Yang Junran smiled and walked forward.

  Several armored soldiers ran over and climbed onto the tank.

  Although they didn't know where their superiors had gotten this strange tank from.

  But they wouldn't ask anyway, after all, the situation is urgent now, and completing the tasks assigned by their superiors is what makes a good soldier.

  Originally sixty tanks, now there are only fifty left, and just now's fierce battle also lost ten tanks.

  Fortunately, the armored soldiers climbed out of the tank in time and there were no casualties.

  Inside the county town, flames were burning everywhere, and there were also a few bloody corpses.

  The Japanese planes circled for a long time without finding an opportunity to support ground combat operations.

  Whether it was the Fourth Division here or the Sixteenth Division there, both sides were intermingled with Chinese troops.

  This made the pilots very depressed and they could only drop the bombs in the county town.

  Fortunately, there were preparations beforehand, and apart from a dozen or so people being injured, no major casualties occurred.

  The logistics personnel who stayed in the county town and the troops of the teaching team quickly set out to put out the fire.

  The people hiding in the air raid shelter also rushed out to join the firefighting team.

  March into the teaching department.

  Choi Jeong-myeong's face was filled with anger. Although he was a member of the Military Uniform, he was furious at the Japanese army's indiscriminate killing of civilians.

  "The battle outside is going smoothly, I heard that the troops have already started clearing the battlefield." Hu Shuyi twisted her waist and walked in from outside, saying to Cui Zhengming.

  Choi Jeong-myeong was somewhat surprised and asked incredulously, "Are you sure?"

  "It can be confirmed that many people are discussing this matter, I went to the city gate and took a look, the troops in the distance, indeed have a small part cleaning up the battlefield." Huā Shūyí said looking at Cuī Zhènmíng.

  Cui Zhengming hesitated as he walked in front of the map.

  He never thought it would end up like this.

  "Immediately send a telegram to the boss and report the situation here." Cui Zhengming said to Hua Shuyi.

  Hua Shuyi nodded and walked out towards the outside with a bow.