Under the dense bullets, the Japanese seemed to be falling leaves in the autumn wind, falling down one by one.

The Japanese who plunged into the woods became the first victims under the guerrilla bullets.

Then, there were the Japanese who were still staying near the wreckage of trucks and vehicles.

They relied on the truck as a cover and wanted to launch a counterattack. But bullets came from both sides. No matter they hid on the south or north side of the truck, they could not escape the fate of being shot.

The Japanese wailed and moaned one after another, but they were soon overwhelmed by the more violent gunfire and explosions.

Terrifying explosions continued, and gunpowder filled the air, making it almost impossible to breathe.

In this chaos and death, the Japanese convoy was destroyed in a very strange way in just a moment, and the Japanese corpses were everywhere.

The Japanese tried to organize a counterattack, but they were baptized by bullet rains in both directions and had no chance to counterattack.

With the death of the Japanese officers, the morale of the Japanese dropped to freezing point. Some Japanese finally could not bear the endless fear and despair and began to try to escape.

They ran wildly on the road, as if they could escape from this place of death as long as they ran fast enough, but in this open open area without any cover, they became alive targets.

The guerrillas were soldiers, who had already replaced the new drums. They stepped out of the bunker and shot at the Japanese who were trying to escape.

The dense bullets were like a storm, instantly covering the running Japanese.

The Japanese on the road were shot one after another, and they rolled and struggled on the road, but it was useless.

Their bodies were pierced by bullets, and red blood splattered out, mixing with the soil and gravel to form a shocking picture.

After a while, only corpses were left on the road.

Under the dense bullets, luck seems to no longer favor these Japanese.

At the same time, all the soldiers walked out of their bunkers, holding submachine guns, and shooting while walking towards the Japanese.

The bullets were spilled out like they didn't have money. If an officer who could live a life, he might even curse himself.

But the Dragon Boat Festival does not have one. Although the bullets are precious, he is more interested in people.

Because some people can continue to kill the Japanese, but they can buy them again when the bullets are gone, or make them themselves.

It's not that possibility.

If you haven’t been to Laoyeling on Dragon Boat Festival, that’s another matter.

Since he went to Laoyeling, the Dragon Boat Festival has become so confident. Because the Anti-Japanese Brigade left many machines he weaved for him.

Those machines can even transform the Japanese Type 38 rifles, and it is probably not impossible to make bullets.

What's more, he has the strong backing of Marklov.

He still has money in his hands, and a lot of cash, enough to buy ammunition from Marklov, including more weapons.

So the Dragon Boat Festival is not worried about bullets at all, but only worried about any casualties in its own troops.

So less than 300 Japanese left were forced to dance another break-dance under such a terrifying rain of bullets, and then fell down one by one unwillingly.

"stop!"

When the last Japanese fell down, the Dragon Boat Festival shouted to stop. Because all the Japanese were dead, shooting again would be a waste of bullets.

The soldiers stopped one after another, and all the surprise smiles appeared on their faces. Because this gun was so cool, just pull the trigger and sweep it continuously.

Is this still necessary to aim? No, a single grenade is enough to beat the Japanese into sieves.

At this time, looking at the Japanese convoy, it was extremely tragic, including trucks, there were bullet holes everywhere.

The Japanese who were shot were even more miserable. Almost few of them died after being shot, and almost all of them were beaten into blood gourds.

The Dragon Boat Festival ordered the battlefield to be cleaned, and a soldier smiled and said, "Leader Ye, if we have this submachine gun, why do we still need the Japanese to do these rags?"

Dragon Boat Festival cursed: "You guys are really not going to live a life. You don't like these Japanese devils' Type 38 rifles, but many people are rushing to ask for them. Do you know how much this gun costs? It costs at least fifty dollars in the black market. I will pick them up, so I can't even throw a bullet."

"Yes, Leader Ye!"

The soldiers responded and went to clean the battlefield obediently.

However, at this moment, Li Ergou came to report in panic: "Report to Leader Ye, the Japanese were found on the road again, and the specific number of people was unknown."

Dragon Boat Festival thought for a while and said, "Continue to investigate and find out the number of Japanese devils."

"yes!"

Li Ergou took the order and ran away again. However, at this time, Ma Ping'an came over and asked, "Brother Ye, what's wrong?"

The Dragon Boat Festival said: "There are still Japanese devils, I don't know how many people I will let Li Ergou see them."

Speaking of this, Dragon Boat Festival suddenly thought of something and said to Ma Ping'an: "Old Ma, go find dozens of people, take the Japanese guns and shoot into the woods where no one is, and throw a few grenades occasionally."

Although Ma Ping'an didn't know the purpose of Dragon Boat Festival, he did it immediately.

After a while, the Japanese machine gun, the Type 38 rifle, rang out, accompanied by bursts of explosions.

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At the same time, Jiujo Miyagi, three kilometers away from the scene, heard the gunshots and explosions, and frowned slightly, "What I worry most is that happening. Our enemy did ambush us in front, and we deserve to be that man."

What Kujo Miyaki is talking about is naturally Dragon Boat Festival, but at the same time, he suddenly had a bad premonition and asked the adjutant beside him, "You said, will the attacked imperial army be wiped out?"

The adjutant hesitated and said, "No, that's the force of a nearly full brigade. Even if it's all pigs, the guerrillas will have to kill for a while, right?"

Kujo Miyaki nodded slightly, but said with concern: "Let our car walk behind and tell others to be careful. Our enemies are cunning."

"Hi!"

The adjutant received the order and after the driver parked the car to the side of the road, he got off and conveyed the order from Kyujo Miyaki.

The Japanese in the Shadow Wolf army were well-trained. When they heard Kujo Miyaki ask them to be careful, they understood what was going on.

This is to let them explore the way, just like the previous Imperial Army troops.

To put it bluntly, they are all cannon fodder.

Of course, they didn't want to be cannon fodder. They drove cautiously, and the speed of the car was kept at an even speed. The Japanese officers on many trucks took out their telescopes to investigate.

And especially the woods on both sides, beware of enemies ambushing.

But they didn't know that Dragon Boat Festival had already begun to ambush them.

If it was a large army of the Japanese, Dragon Boat Festival would definitely take people to clean the battlefield and run away.

But Li Ergou said that the Japanese had not many trucks, with less than 200 people.

So Dragon Boat Festival laughed, less than 200 people, isn’t this just coming to deliver vegetables?
Chapter completed!