The Japanese captain walked slowly amidst the bumps of the horses. His military uniform was clean and tidy, and his white gloves were not stained with dust. They were incompatible with the smoke-filled battlefield ahead.
Rather than saying that he is an active-duty officer responsible for escorting weapons and ammunition, it is better to say that he is a tourist who enjoys the mountains and rivers.
The main task of the baggage troops is to transport supplies and ammunition to the frontline combat troops. Of course, when the war is tight, they will also be temporarily incorporated into combat troops to participate in battles.
However, for the Japanese Captain, the last time he participated in a battle was half a year ago, and in that battle, he lost his left eye.
After recovering from his injuries, he was transferred to the baggage force and served as the captain of the baggage force. He served as the captain with the rank of captain. This shows that the baggage force was not taken seriously.
At a time when the Chinese army has been defeated across the board and the Imperial Japanese Army is advancing like a ragtag force, making contributions to the frontline combat troops is the pursuit of every fanatical young officer.
No one wants to work hard all day in the baggage force. After all, the baggage force not only has to work hard day and night, but it is also difficult to achieve meritorious service and be promoted. It can be said to be the coldest department.
Unfortunately for the captain, he lost his left eye on the battlefield and had to either retire or join the army. In the end, he chose to stay in the army and continue to serve. He also longed to return to the battlefield one day.
The baggage troops do not have many tasks, and they do not face life and death all day long. They only need to transport materials and ammunition to designated locations according to the tasks.
Although they were often harassed by Chinese bandits and guerrillas during transportation, most of those attacks ended in vain in the face of well-equipped guard soldiers.
The captain has now begun to like his current life, which is leisurely and comfortable.
"Your Excellency, the general called to urge us. We are running out of ammunition on the front line. Let us speed up."
The appearance of a communications soldier carrying a radio on his back pulled the captain's thoughts back.
"Understood." The captain nodded, reined in his horse and stopped, looking at the heavy troops moving hard on the mountain road, shaking his head helplessly.
Their baggage convoy had many trucks, but in this terrible mountainous area, they could only use mules and horses to transport materials and ammunition. He even missed the plains a little now.
"Speed up!" The captain rode on his horse and scolded Fang Qiu.
The tired and breathless soldiers on the baggage train complained endlessly and had to slap the mules and horses to make them go faster.
"Pullingleng——"
The heavy soldiers shouted and beat the mules and horses, and the mules and horses neighed under the burden. The mountain road became noisy and noisy, and a large number of birds jumped out from the forest in front.
The Japanese Captain looked at the unknown birds flying out of the forest with fluttering wings. He sat on the horse and meditated silently. As a man who had been in a combat unit, he vaguely felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
"Xiao Zhusang, send someone to search the woods ahead."
Although the Japanese Captain had walked back and forth on this mountain road several times in the past few days, for the sake of safety, he still sent a sergeant to lead people to check out the situation.
"Hai!"
The Japanese sergeant ordered several Japanese soldiers, who took off their rifles from their shoulders and walked in search formation towards the forest where Yang Ling and others were ambushing.
In fact, these Japanese soldiers didn't think there was anything in the woods. Perhaps their superiors were too sensitive, but the seniority of the officials was so overwhelming that they had to carry out the order.
"Lin Sang, are there any guerrilla activities around?"
The Japanese captain watched the search team go out, withdrew his gaze, and asked the guide next to him who was wearing a black jacket and was sweating profusely from exhaustion.
"No, absolutely not." The guide smiled charmingly, waved his hands repeatedly, and answered in a flattering manner in broken Japanese.
Hearing the guide's answer, the captain nodded. He didn't think there was any. If it was true, he should have discovered it a few days ago.
"Have a good job... work hard, and the reward will be big."
Seeing the smiling guide, the captain gave him a thumbs up to show his appreciation.
The guide was praised by the captain, and his heart felt like honey. He was about to compliment him a few more times, when suddenly there was a dull gunshot.
Under the horrified gaze of the guide, the smile on the captain's face, who was sitting upright on the horse, was quickly fading. A bloody hole suddenly appeared on the captain's cheek. He saw a group of sticky things coming from the captain's head.
flew out.
"Plop -" The captain's body slipped from his horse and fell at the guide's feet, motionless.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
"Da da da--"
The whistling and sharp bullets resounded throughout the space in an instant, and then burrowed into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers beside them, causing pieces of blood mist to rise.
Blood splashed on the guide's face, and the warm, sticky blood with the smell of blood scared the guide to death.
"Oh my god!"
The guide screamed in horror, watching the Japanese soldiers around him being harvested and falling down continuously. The breath of death enveloped him, and he was so frightened that his legs and feet became weak and he fell to the ground.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack..."
The quiet mountain road suddenly became noisy. The Japanese convoy that was attacked was in chaos. Frightened mules and horses ran around, neighing, trampling, and knocking over many Japanese.
"X you little bitch! Come on!"
On the hillside facing the mountain road, the company commander blacksmith held a Czech light machine gun on his shoulder, and a string of bullets swept out.
The choking smoke filled the air, and the hot bullet casings splashed and fell. Wherever the bullets passed, the Japanese soldiers rushed towards the grass in panic, and the mules and horses rolled behind to avoid them. They were in a panic.
The sound of the Czech-style light machine gun was clear and powerful, and the rhythmic click echoed in the mountains. The bullets bounced and splashed on the hard ground, and then sank into the body of the Japanese.
The rifles in the forest also buzzed, and a row of bullets was fired. The Japanese soldiers who were caught off guard were immediately knocked down in a large area.
Under the fierce firepower of machine guns and rifles, the corpses of mules, horses and Japanese soldiers were all over the mountain road in an instant.
These Japanese escorting supplies and ammunition never expected that they would be attacked so close to the Minshan frontier, and they were stunned.
Most of the officers in the baggage force were taken care of at the beginning. One minute after the fighting started, a remaining Japanese second lieutenant howled and organized resistance.
However, most of the Japanese soldiers had been killed or injured by the first wave of firepower, and the remaining ones were shrouded in bullets and scattered everywhere, making it impossible to organize a strong resistance.
"Grenade clear the way! Charge!"
After Yang Ling destroyed one magazine, he grabbed a grenade and ordered a charge, preparing to completely defeat the Japanese before they could organize an effective defense.
"Boom-boom-"
The explosion shock wave of the grenade mixed with grenades sent up a large amount of smoke and smoke, and many Japanese soldiers were thrown away in the shock wave of the explosion.
Trembling explosions rang out one after another on the mountain road. Under the successive shock waves, the defense line that the Japanese second lieutenant tried to build was crumbling, and was soon stabbed to pieces by the brothers who rushed closer.
"Come on!"
Like tigers descending a mountain, the brothers swarmed out from everywhere and rushed towards the Japanese.