Chapter 36: The Astonishing Heart-Grabbing Battle (Three)

  The guard officer found that the general's hands were shaking under his sleeves, and he felt a lot more at ease. Because now it wasn't just his hands that were trembling, his legs were also shaking like crazy. The more people who had seen death, the greater their fear of it, especially when they were almost daily creating such bloody scenes, and now someone was doing the same to them. They naturally understood how terrifying it was. The guard officer took a surreptitious look around, there were only over ten soldiers in the courtyard, the others were either dead or wounded, chasing after the enemy? Maybe those field soldiers would be okay, but these guards, these people who had narrowly escaped death, probably didn't have the guts for that anymore.

  Yano suddenly knelt heavily on the rubble, and the sharp debris immediately pierced his flesh. The entire elite of the travel group was killed in a surprise attack by a small guerrilla team. This mistake, this shame, this loss - even if he could achieve a great victory again, it would be difficult to make up for and recover from. Although the moonlight was dim, the guard officer still saw big tears rolling down the general's face under the eaves. The general stood upright, letting the night wind blow the air full of blood onto his own body, but the general's voice was extremely firm: "Order: Two brigades attack in full force, and absolutely do not let the guerrilla team that launched the surprise attack leave alive."

  The general, though in pain, remained rational. The enemy would have to pass through the Dongjiafang Road junction if they wanted to retreat completely. From the previous battle against the special forces, the general concluded that it was necessary to use a large army to encircle and capture them. The last time he surrounded the special forces, the results were still satisfactory. He had eliminated four rebellious local armed groups, slaughtered thirteen villages, and besieged and killed more than three hundred guerrilla warfare special forces members. This made the special forces dare not interfere with the march again. Moreover, he vaguely felt that this attack was even more terrifying than before, with consequences that almost paralyzed the enemy's command center in less than five minutes. If it weren't for him being in the toilet at the time, this army would have been finished! The Eighth Route Army is not to be feared, nor are the guerrilla forces, but these special forces' sneak attacks are really deadly! They must be eliminated.

  It seems that this time, the guerrilla troops are really courting death.

  In the dim moonlight, the general's face looked somewhat ferocious, especially with the wound on his cheek that had just been cut by a shard in the toilet. The long, bloody gash almost ran from the left side of his forehead to the right jawline, and at least the blood flowed there. His military cap had long been thrown away, and the clumsy boots had nearly twisted his feet. Yano walked back and forth on the empty ground several times, saw that his adjutant and the few remaining soldiers were staring blankly at him, his anger surged, he frowned and shouted: "Quickly go and pass on the order!"

  Under the nest, is there a complete egg? What's more, the special forces team fired first and then blasted the house. Yano never wanted to see this courtyard again, including everything. In anger, he walked out of the only surviving gate and saw his own soldiers being shot and killed on both sides of the street, but not a single member of the special forces!

  Gunfire came from the village entrance, violently like stir-frying beans. He, who was familiar with various gunshots, immediately identified the German-made submachine gun and grenade launcher sounds among the many gunshots. There were also the shooting sounds of his own light machine gun, but the light machine gun must have been fired by the special forces team, because the way the gun was fired was a completely unfamiliar style to him.

  "Hmph! Even if you're a god or a ghost, I'll make sure you can't escape!" Yano thought to himself with a snort. "Matsumoto no Sukune, it's your turn now. Send the order! Send the order!"

  Due to the explosion of this special warfare team, all communication equipment including the telegraph room at headquarters was completely destroyed. They had no choice but to send someone on horseback to deliver orders. Yano shouted loudly as he walked onto the main street. The empty street, except for a few soldiers behind him, had no one responding to him. A sense of desolation suddenly arose in Yano's heart.

  Autumn wind is rising, leaves are falling, is this a symbol of melancholy?

  Yang Jie still underestimated the reaction of the devils, this village was garrisoned by four devil platoons, and they only eliminated some small teams. When Yang Jie and his men rushed out of the village, the devils attacked from behind. The effective landmines laid by Gao Jun blocked the devils' pursuit, allowing them to quickly bypass the small woods west of the village and retreat towards Dongjia House. The devils completely ignored the quiet little woods, and as soon as they left the west entrance of the village, they opened up their formation, shouting and pursuing from all sides.

  Kang Nianshan's special forces team now has only 230 people left. Although he didn't receive much blame, he himself knew that as the captain, he couldn't be too emotional on the scale of emotions and rationality. If it wasn't for Fu Mali leading his men to hold off the enemy from behind that day, they would have been annihilated. Fu Mali saved him, but his own troops were stuck with the enemy, fortunately, Yang Jue arrived with Hu Yi and others, after many twists and turns, they finally got rid of the devils, with not too many casualties. Every time Kang Nianshan thought about it, he felt guilty and unbearable.

  In such cases, it's not about not going to rescue, but rather knowing how to rescue, using one's brain and methods.

  When Yang Jie led his men into the village, he sent scouts to investigate the small woods and found that only five devils were guarding a heavy machine gun, building a simple machine gun bunker, blocking the west entrance of the village. After expanding the reconnaissance range to several kilometers, they finally figured out the devil's ambush in various places. Kang Nianshan then ordered action, knowing himself and his enemy, and won every battle. The operation went smoothly, Kang Nianshan ambushed his men in the small woods, and had landmines set up in advance, when Yang Jie and others rushed out of the village, Kang Nianshan's men guided them through the minefield, then blocked the road entrance.

  The enemy's pursuit troops were less than thirty meters away from the small forest, but Kangnianshan still did not issue an attack order. The warriors were getting impatient, it was not good to suppress when the distance was too close, and there were at least three companies of devils on the opposite side, with three or four hundred people appearing in sight.

  Just as the devils were about to step into the minefield, Kangnianshan's gun rang out. He was very clear that this time the special forces' firepower was terrifying, with only heavy machine guns, light machine guns, and German-made submachine guns in the hands of the soldiers, while sniper rifles were equipped by snipers alone. This surprise attack was crucial to the entire battle, and the weapons and equipment were carefully selected. Each member of the special forces had their ammunition packed in a backpack.

  As expected, the fierce firepower gave the devils no chance to react, not even time to retreat. The small forest was like a sudden burst of flames, winding and twisting around the edge of the forest, the sound of gunfire like popping beans, or New Year's firecrackers, ringing out without pause. The devils were like wheat cut down by an invisible scythe, falling one after another in front of the forest stronghold. The devils behind retreated like a receding tide.

  The gunfire in the small woods stopped as suddenly as it had started. The fiery battlefield was suddenly plunged into a silence that left people momentarily unable to adapt. Looking at the dark and quiet woods, no one dared to raise their heads because earlier, an Imperial soldier had carelessly adjusted his hat, only for it to be pierced by two bullets from the enemy's sniper. Lieutenant Colonel Murai Toshio, who was the first to order his soldiers to intercept and pursue the raiders, was now hiding behind a broken wall, panting heavily. Earlier, if the messenger hadn't come over to relay Lt. General Yano's orders, he and three other company commanders would have probably fallen in the woods.

  The enemy's firepower was the most intense he had ever experienced since joining the army, especially the enemy commander, who grasped the timing to perfection, maximizing casualties among Imperial soldiers while controlling the entire battlefield, which was also something he had never encountered.

  The heavy machine gun was finally brought over, and the grenade launcher was also brought over. The entire small forest was swept away by gunfire and bombed by shells. Village Shou then ordered all the devils to move out, requiring them to occupy the small forest at the fastest speed. He had just been appointed as the commander of the brigade's direct battalion, and the original battalion commander had died in the previous raid.

  But the small forest was quiet, making the devils who were about to attack feel frightened and timid. When they were less than thirty meters away from the small forest, the devils cautiously lay down and started suppressive fire, surrounding and ambushing, while the devils in front approached the forest in a tactical posture. There was no reaction, ten meters, eight meters, five meters, when some devils jumped up and rushed into the small forest, it was discovered that the forest was already empty.

  The minefield was basically destroyed by the enemy's bombardment.