Zhou Wu raised his saber high, and under the influence of the huge inertia brought by his charge, he slashed hard at a Japanese machine gunner.
The machine gunner reacted quickly, holding the machine gun with both hands and holding it in front of him, trying to block the rapidly falling saber.
"Bangdang..."
In the crisp sound of metal collision, the sound of sabers and machine guns collided together.
The devil's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he looked like he was about to survive.
But before he had time to rejoice, the huge inertia generated by the cavalry assault had been transmitted to him through the saber.
He couldn't stand upright for a moment and fell directly on his back to the ground.
The cavalry's speed was so fast that the exchange between the two sides was so fleeting that there was no chance of a second strike.
So Zhou Wu put away his saber, raised it above his head again, and led the horse to kill the next Japanese.
As for the Japanese machine gunner who fell to the ground, there were dozens of cavalrymen behind him with their sabers raised high. As long as they were there, the Japanese machine gunner had no chance of escaping.
Lieutenant Colonel Furuta was surrounded by at least two hundred additional soldiers. He held the rifle with the fixed bayonet tightly in his hand. They formed two encirclement circles at the front and back. They stared at the cavalry who had rushed onto the road not far away with a vigilant look on their faces.
In the middle of the encirclement, Lieutenant Colonel Furuta looked solemn, with a dark look of worry on his brows.
"On Bageya Road, the cavalry of the garrison regiment have marched onto the road. Why haven't the attacking troops retreated yet?"
"What does the heavy machine gun squadron do? If we don't come over to intercept, we will be killed by the cavalry."
The captain of the supplementary brigade looked pale, his lips were trembling, and he did not speak.
It’s not that I don’t want to say it, it’s that I can’t say it.
The battlefield is too miserable.
In front of the high-speed cavalry, the supplementary soldiers holding rifles were no match at all.
Either he was cut in half by the cavalry's saber, or he was knocked to death by a war horse.
Wherever the cavalry went, the ground was a mess, with bloody wounded and corpses everywhere, and randomly discarded weapons and ammunition.
As the battle continued, some of the supplementary troops began to collapse.
They are all the future elites of the imperial army. As long as they replenish their troops and fight two battles with the veterans, they will grow up immediately.
However, the cavalry rushing on the road did not give them this chance at all.
Kill them like chopping melons and vegetables.
As a direct commander, his heart definitely hurts more than cutting flesh.
But now he had no choice but to be anxious.
There were only reinforcements around him, and he took them to join the battle and resist the oncoming cavalry head-on.
Not only would he not be able to save the imperial army that was being killed, he would also be killed himself, losing his wife and losing his troops.
So at this moment, apart from heartache, he could only hope for a miracle to happen.
From time to time, his eyes glanced at the village not far away where gunfire continued, hoping that some troops would come over to reinforce the replenishment brigade.
"Sir, there are troops rushing out with heavy machine guns!" a captain shouted, pointing at the entrance of the village.
"Send someone to bring them here immediately, block the cavalry head-on, and block their offensive, otherwise all of us will be finished tonight."
"Yes, sir."
Without saying a word, the captain rushed towards the entrance of the village with a dozen people.
"Da da da……"
At this time, a series of unusual shooting sounds suddenly sounded in the night and reached the ears of Lieutenant Colonel Furuta.
Xun Sheng looked over, and the hope that had just been ignited on his face disappeared in an instant.
At least five tongues of flame suddenly emerged from the bushes beside the road, and meteor-like bullets intertwined with each other, instantly covering the captain and a dozen additional soldiers.
In the blink of an eye, these dozen people were beaten into pieces.
"Why is there the Eighth Route Army there? What do the scouts and sentry posts do for food? Why didn't they discover the enemy's situation in advance?" Lieutenant Colonel Furuta asked with his eyes wide open and a look of disbelief on his face.
No one answered his question.
"Da da da……"
Just when he was about to continue cursing, a series of more intensive gunshots rang out again, and they were less than fifty meters away from the bush where the shots were fired just now.
This time, the imperial army that had just rushed out of the village was attacked.
There were at least ten submachine guns, spraying bullets at the Japanese as if they were free of charge.
These submachine gunners were clearly elite at first sight. They had already emerged from their hiding spots the moment they opened fire, and were advancing forward while facing the road while holding fire.
Working in groups of three, they are as cunning as monkeys.
More than half of the dozens of imperial troops were killed or wounded before they could react.
By the time the surviving imperial soldiers lay down and raised their weapons to fight back, the submachine gunners had already rushed to a position more than thirty meters away from them.
The submachine gun continued to fire, bullets whizzing above their heads like no money, suppressing them firmly and not giving them a chance to raise their heads.
Then I saw several grenades falling from the sky and hitting the road.
"Boom boom boom..."
In the violent explosion, the submachine gunner who was squatting on the ground stood up again and pounced on the road like a leopard...
"Hiss, hiss..."
Lieutenant Colonel Furuta took a breath of cold air and shouted.
"Bagh Yalu, what kind of army is this? How can it be so powerful and well-equipped? Even the empire has a submachine gun in its hand!"
"Commando..."
The captain of the supplementary brigade replied with a desperate look on his face.
"I heard from His Excellency the General that the garrison has an elite force that is elusive, well-equipped, and very mysterious. It must be them."
"I didn't expect that the garrison would even use this elite force to deal with us."
Lieutenant Colonel Furuta remained silent and racked his brains to think of ways to break the situation.
The situation is becoming increasingly unfavorable for the imperial army. If they cannot turn defeat into victory immediately, I will definitely have to answer here tonight.
The heavy artillery brigade is one of the bases for the brigade commander to launch this large-scale sweep. If something unexpected happens and this confidence is gone, there will definitely be problems with the brigade's ongoing sweep.
So it's fine if I die, but the heavy artillery brigade must not have any problems.
With this idea in mind, he immediately ordered: "All troops must defend their positions and resolutely block the cavalry attack."
"The supplementary troops mobilized death squads, brought grenades and explosive charges to launch a counterattack against the cavalry, and blew them up with grenades and explosive charges. Even if the lives of two Imperial Army soldiers were exchanged for the life of an Eighth Route Army cavalryman, they would not hesitate."
"Contact the troops in the village and immediately break away from the battle and retreat here. The sooner the better."
"Send a telegram to the brigade headquarters to request support."
The captain of the supplementary brigade was about to give the order in person. Before anyone could move, a communications soldier rushed over panting: "Sir, the troops attacking the village cannot be withdrawn."
"The Eighth Route Army was too cunning. They dispersed their troops in the village and fought with us in street battles."
"All the troops that entered the village were dispersed, and it was difficult to even assemble, let alone retreat."
"Da da da……"
The gunfire that had just stopped rang out again, and a dozen submachine gunners rushed directly along the road towards their position.
Not to mention, a cavalry team also targeted him after killing two people on the road.
Along the road, he charged with his saber. The speed was very fast.
Lieutenant Colonel Furuta was frightened, but he did not lose his mind. He ordered anxiously: "What are you doing standing still? Go and give the order!"
"Others will defend on the spot and resolutely block the Eighth Route Army's attack. It will take a minute to delay."
"The troops were divided into two, and they immediately fired to block the cavalry and submachine gunners from attacking."
"Da da da……"
There are only four crooked handles, two at the front and two at the front. After receiving the order, start holding the fire!
However, the gunfire stopped within three seconds. None of the four machine gunners were spared, and they all fell to the side.
"There are Eighth Route Army sharpshooters nearby!" an officer shouted.
"The deputy gunner continued to fire, and the rifleman also fired, blocking the enemy attack at all costs."
"Bang bang..."
Two gunshots interrupted his order. He was shot in the chest and fell to the ground with a pair of big eyes.
"It's a sniper, please take cover!" Lieutenant Colonel Furuta replied calmly.
"I heard from His Excellency the General that the assault team of the garrison has specialized snipers. The machine gunners who blocked the cavalry just now must have been killed by snipers."
The machine gun cannot provide fire cover, and the riflemen are only supplementary troops.
Although they are well-trained, it is their first time on the battlefield and their first time facing death at close range. Panic and tension are inevitable.
Therefore, their shooting accuracy is not half as good as usual training.
In addition, the opponent is very powerful, giving them no chance to aim at all.
Although the gunshots were heard on the battlefield, the casualties of the commando team and the cavalry company were very small, and they continued to approach Lieutenant Colonel Furuta.
"It's over!"
On the surface, Lieutenant Colonel Furuta did not change at all, but he was broken down inside.
If he hadn't been standing in front of his subordinates, he would have collapsed on the ground on the spot.
One kilometer away on the hilltop, Xiao Yuan looked excited, and the smile on his face became thicker and thicker.
The five cavalrymen were like five steel chariots, running rampant on the road and invincible.
The Japanese had replenished their troops, artillery, and supply troops, but they didn't even have a chance to fight back, let alone attack.
"We won this battle." Xiao Yuan stood up from the ground and shouted with excitement.
Then he asked the deputy captain next to him: "How many more people do we have?"
"There are fifteen more radio operators!" the vice-captain replied.
"Leave one operator behind, and the others will join me in the battle. Our mission is to protect the heavy artillery on the road. We will protect each one the cavalry battalion takes down."
"They still want to kill the Japanese, and they can't separate the troops to protect the artillery."
"No one knows whether some little Japs on the battlefield will slip through the net and suddenly get to the artillery and blow up those heavy artillery pieces."
"Those artillery pieces were ordered by the regimental commander, and now they are in our mouths. There must be no accidents."
"kill……"
After paying a huge price with more than half of their casualties, the cavalry company attacking Nakata Yamaro finally approached the Japanese circular defense line.
When the first cavalryman raised his saber and shouted loudly, he rushed towards the enemy and raised his sword. A blood mark appeared on the enemy's chest, and then he fell to the ground with a groan, a look of panic on his face.
This time, Lieutenant Colonel Furuta no longer concealed his inner panic.
The enemy has already rushed in front of us, and he is also a cavalryman. Unless divine soldiers descend from heaven, he will lose this battle and will definitely die.