Chapter five hundred and eighteen the invisible enemy
The night was thick, and the sudden gunfire shocked the Japanese soldiers who were crowded on the winding mountain road and retreating to the rear. Only when the heart-rending screams rang out did they realize that they were under attack.
The Japanese troops who retreated from Minshan were indeed careless. They were outnumbered, and their consecutive victories on the Chinese battlefield made them seem to have grown taller and more arrogant out of thin air.
Although they retreated from the Minshan battlefield to the rear this time, they did not admit in their consciousness that this was a failed combat operation, mainly because they ran out of ammunition.
These exhausted Japanese soldiers did not have the consciousness of defeat. Instead, they believed that as long as they retreated to Ruichang County, eliminated the Chinese army that sneaked up on their rear, and replenished their weapons and ammunition, they would fight back and victory would still be theirs.
It is precisely because of various reasons that the Japanese troops evacuating along the winding mountain road did not panic at all. Instead, they held torches and flashlights in a swaggering manner, illuminating the entire mountain road brightly.
However, there is a price to pay for arrogance. The Japanese marching troops exposed to the light of torches and flashlights are natural targets at this moment. The dense troops crowded on the mountain roads can hit them even without the attackers aiming.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"There are Chinese people in the woods!"
"Bagaya road!"
...
Although the Japanese retreating troops were careless, they could not hide their high tactical literacy. They reacted quickly in just a few breaths.
"boom!"
Just when the mountain road suddenly became noisy and boiling due to the sudden attack, the dull sound of gunfire rang out again.
Yang Ling's shoulders were shaken, and the hot bullets were already spraying out from the muzzle of the gun. In the rich night, he could even see the orange-red trajectory of the bullets flying through the air.
A Japanese soldier wearing a steel helmet who had just raised his 38 rifle over his shoulder suddenly saw a flower of blood popping out of his back. The bullet penetrated his body. He let out a painful cry and rolled onto his side into the darkness.
"Da da da - da da da -"
The gunfire from the shooting exposed Yang Ling's position, and the two crooked-handled light machine guns that were quickly set up roared, tongues of flame flashing, and bullets like a violent storm poured towards Yang Ling.
The Japanese riflemen who were closer were not slow at all. They were also enraged and raised their heads to shoot. For a time, countless streams of light were fired at Yang Ling's position, and there was a loud sound of gunfire on the mountain road.
Yang Ling only fired two shots, and didn't even have a chance to fire a third shot. He had to roll a few times to avoid the bullets pouring in, and then quickly got up and evacuated.
In the darkness, the dense and violent bullets hit the branches and leaves at high places, breaking and flying like a goddess scattering flowers. The place where Yang Ling lay down before was splashed with mud and mist with a popping sound, and it was suddenly a mess.
.
Yang Ling picked up the rifle, looked back at the noisy mountain road in the firelight, and showed an indescribable grin. The fun was yet to come.
Under the protection of the guards, Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro squeezed through the teams that were crowded on the mountain road carrying stretchers of wounded soldiers, and hurried to the vanguard unit that was under attack.
"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"
The violent blow paused in Ono Ichiro's hoarse voice, and the mountain road suddenly became eerily quiet.
However, the Japanese soldiers hidden in tree trunks, rocks and lying on the ground remained as vigilant as facing a powerful enemy. As long as there was any disturbance in the woods, they would be able to pull the trigger and kill the opponent immediately.
Ono Ichiro hid behind a bush, staring intently at the dark woods floating in the mountain breeze, but except for the rustling of branches, there was no movement of anyone.
A search team composed of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers quietly moved toward Yang Ling's previously hidden position. In the light of several grenade explosions, the Japanese soldiers charged forward ferociously with bayonets pointed out.
But what surprised these Japanese soldiers was that except for the shallow pits blown up by grenades and a mess of dead branches and leaves, there was not even a ghost in the place.
"Report to the captain, the Chinese have escaped." The Japanese second lieutenant held two picked-up bullet casings in his hand and reported to Ono Ichiro.
Ono Ichiro took the two empty bullet casings that were obviously their 38-caliber rifles. The muscles on his face full of flesh could not help but twitch, and he used their rifles to attack them. It was obviously disgusting.
"Strengthen your guard and keep moving forward!" Ono Ichiro looked at the dark woods, almost gritting his teeth.
Although Ono Ichiro wanted to pull the person who sneaked up on them out of the dark forest and cut his body into pieces, he also knew that in such a mountainous area, and it was night, it would be difficult to catch him.
After being attacked, the Japanese troops continued to advance after a slight delay. Although one death and one serious injury were not serious injuries, they also made them more vigilant.
Two Japanese squads of more than 100 people were ordered to go to the front of the march and were responsible for conducting fire reconnaissance of dangerous areas and dense woods along the way to ensure that there was no guerrilla ambush.
The team was still moving forward with torches, but Lieutenant Colonel Ono Ichiro was worried. Is it true that the escaped Chinese guerrillas will never come back?
Looking at the dark mountains surrounding the mountain road, he had a vague feeling that the troops' retreat to Ruichang overnight might not be so smooth.
Yang Ling and the others did not disappoint the Japanese retreating troops. Less than ten minutes after the cold gun attack, the attack happened again.
A falling grenade hit the Japs' helmet and made a clanging sound. The Japs soldiers around saw something flying over and subconsciously fell down.
But this time it was not a cold-gun attack, but more than a dozen grenades with their safety open and smoking white. The grenades were rolling beside the Japanese soldiers.
"Boom-boom-"
The grenade that fell into the Japanese soldiers exploded violently. Fires shot up into the sky in the dark night, gravel and soil flew up, and roaring shrapnel flew across a twenty-meter radius.
The Japanese soldiers who were within the scope of the explosion had no way to hide, and watched helplessly as they were cut into pieces by the explosion. A Japanese soldier who was looking around vigilantly was swept by the air wave, and his whole face was suddenly bloody and bloody, with dozens of bullets embedded in it.
Hundreds of gravels the size of rice grains.
"Ah!" The heart-rending scream echoed among the dark mountains, making people's hair stand on end.
The power of the concentrated explosion of more than a dozen grenades was exerted to its extreme due to the dense march of the Japs. In the smoke and dust of the explosion, the Japs were killed and injured all over the ground. Some people had their legs broken and were rolling and wailing on the ground.
There was also someone who was holding his throat that was cut by the explosion and screaming, thick and warm blood continuously flowing out from the gaps between his fingers, and it seemed that he would not survive.
Because they were at the center of the explosion, many Japanese soldiers were knocked away and knocked over by the tyrannical shock wave, dripping with blood instantly. There were fragments of blood-stained soil scattered around them...
The seriously injured Japanese soldiers were twitching and groaning on the ground, blood was gurgling out, the smoke was dissipating, and the smell of blood became thicker.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
"Da da da da da da-"
The lying Japanese around were shooting wildly into the surrounding darkness. The bullets swished into the darkness, and countless branches and dead grass were smashed and smashed. However, the attackers had already run away after throwing the grenades.