Chapter 63: Annihilating the Original Hayashi Squadron

  Hara, a lieutenant commander, stood with his feet wide apart, his hands grasping the hilt of his sword, which was stuck in the ground. His face was stern as he thought about where to find that bastard Liu Feng.

  At this moment, he suddenly felt the earth shaking violently, and a great force threw him into the sky. Only then did he hear the intense, continuous explosions. Then, in mid-air, he felt his body tearing apart, and he watched as his command knife flew out of his hand, taking his arm with it, dozens of meters away. The earth and sky continued to spin around him, and his head crashed to the ground. It was only then that Yamata felt pain.

  "We've been ambushed! That damned Liu Feng!" These were the final thoughts of the Yamada Unit!

  At Liu Feng's order, dozens of explosive points detonated simultaneously, with a large amount of explosives and shells exploding, while the bullets scattered around the shells flew towards the devils standing on the road like they were being shot.

  Because every road in the village had an explosive device installed every few dozen meters, any devils standing on the road were affected.

  "Each unit, take note! Give me a fierce beating!" Liu Feng gave his second order.

  Each bunker pushed out the bricks blocking the shooting holes, stretched out machine guns and rifles, and beat the little devils who were dizzy from the explosion.

  Dozens of machine guns, plus hundreds of rifles, fired suddenly at close range, causing the little devils who had just experienced a big explosion to suffer heavy losses. In the village, Liu Feng led the assault team to carefully clear the shooting range of bunkers and firing holes, so that the little devils had nowhere to hide in the face of sudden crossfire.

  The big explosion killed or injured nearly half of the devils, and the remaining half were also killed or wounded by the sudden firepower net in the first round. By the time the little devils reacted and fired back while lying on the ground, only about 300-400 people had combat effectiveness left. Also included are many sappers who were clearing mines before the explosion.

  And these devils, in the smoke and dust of the explosion, did not know where the enemy was. Even lying on the ground could not avoid the flying bullets. Often their backs and buttocks were hit by bullets. Their counterattack was basically ineffective because the shooting holes were very narrow, and often the assault team members would change to another shooting hole after firing a few shots. This made it impossible for the little devils to judge where the assault team members were firing from. With the interference of the smoke and dust, the little devils had no way to hit the assault team members.

  The battle lasted for about half an hour, a large group of little devils was ambushed just before lunchtime and were completely annihilated. The puppet troops on the outskirts of the village were frightened by the extremely intense explosions and gunfire from within the village, no one dared to enter Hanzhi Village, they all lay on the ground, surrounding Hanzhi Village and firing guns inward. Who knows where their bullets went?

  Deputy Regimental Commander Dong Fangping saw through his binoculars an entire company of little devils being annihilated by ghostly bullets that seemed to come from nowhere. He was shocked in his heart. It was clear that Hanzixiang Village had become a hellish place, where a company of Japanese troops entered and disappeared within half an hour. Although he had two thousand men under his command, if they were to enter the village, not even a single man would be left alive.

  Liu Feng's name has become like a mountain, weighing heavily on the minds of the puppet army. From high-ranking officials to ordinary soldiers, they all regard Liu Feng as a god of war. And Hanxi Village is Liu Feng's old haunt, isn't that a dragon's lair? So the puppet army, from top to bottom, watched with open eyes as the little devils were annihilated in the village, and no one dared to enter the village to send themselves to death.

  The gunfire finally stopped, and the village of Hanci was quiet. It seemed as if no battle had ever taken place. Only the scattered bodies of the little devils lay on the ground, showing that a massacre had just occurred here. More than 1,000 little devils were killed in less than half an hour, without even revealing their faces.

  Dong Fangping's hand holding the telescope was shaking. He knew he was done for, and General Uegaki would have to behead him. A whole company of little devils had vanished in an instant, while the puppet army hadn't suffered a single casualty. If this wasn't the result of colluding with the Eighth Route Army, who would believe it?

  He hastily called over the two battalion commanders under his command and asked, "Brothers, we're in big trouble this time. If we go back and tell the truth, none of us three will survive. You know our Imperial Japanese Army didn't suffer a single casualty. Who's going to believe that?"

  The two team leaders also looked embarrassed and said, "What can we do?"

  Dong Fangping said: "Why don't we disband the troops and then shoot at each other, saying that we encountered a large force of the Eighth Route Army. Maybe we can fool them this way."

  The two team leaders looked at each other and said: "Is this okay?"

  Dong Fangping said, "How can't it be done? Liu Feng didn't kill the fake army regimental commander in Qiu County, Quzhou County and Guangping County. I reckon they all disbanded their troops, shot themselves, and nothing happened to them now!"

  The two team leaders thought about it and felt that it was feasible. Anyway, when the time came to disperse, they could just summon them back, saying that they had been dispersed, and when the time came to re-recruit, they could still make a profit from it. So they agreed to do so.

  Thus, the 2,000-strong fake army was disbanded by their regimental commander without a single casualty, and were told that they had been dispersed by the Eighth Route Army. Only then did they return home.

  Until the pseudo-army had completely disbanded and withdrawn, Liu Feng and his men came out of the tunnel to clean up the battlefield.

  This time the spoils were extremely rich, with two 92-style infantry guns, ten 92-style heavy machine guns, twelve mortars, and thirty-five grenade launchers. Other light machine guns and rifles piled up like mountains.

  In addition, more than a dozen war horses were captured. Liu Feng supplemented these war horses to the snipers, so they could carry more equipment, had stronger mobility and greatly enhanced survival capabilities.

  In addition, there was another booty, a Type 89 tank. This tank is equipped with a 57mm short-barreled cannon, which is not very effective against armored targets, but it is quite effective against fixed machine gun emplacements. Moreover, the Chinese army basically had no flat-shooting cannons, and anti-tank guns were even more scarce, which made this tank able to roam freely on Chinese soil.

  However, this tank was actually one of the worst tanks during World War II. The armor was very thin and the speed was extremely slow, with a top speed of only 25 kilometers per hour. A tank like this could be destroyed even with an anti-tank gun or Molotov cocktails. Unfortunately, at that time, the Chinese army had neither anti-tank guns nor Molotov cocktails. To deal with such poorly performing tanks, soldiers often had to rely on carrying explosive packs to blow them up, and it would take dozens of lives to destroy one such piece of junk. This is truly a sad fate for a weak country.