The night falls like a silent giant, quietly descending among the rolling mountains, covering the earth in a deep darkness.

And on this night when the stars could almost be heard whispering, a convoy of Japanese soldiers was galloping along the winding mountain road.

The wheels rolled up gusts of dust, intertwined with the night wind, like a black earth dragon, completely breaking the silence in the mountains.

Under the lights of the headlights, the trees on both sides of the mountain road quickly retreated, while the mountains in the distance appeared and appeared at the edge of the headlights.

Nakajima in the car looked at the map while looking at the outline of the mountains outside the car and said, "We are still thirty miles away from Phoenix City. Let's speed up and arrive in more than two hours. The journey is longer than we imagined!"

At this time, Nakajima sighed. He originally thought that he would definitely arrive at the guerrilla base in more than four hours.

But now it seems that it may not be possible to arrive in five hours.

But he didn't care, because he would have time to arrive at the guerrillas' station before dawn.

But I didn't expect that at this moment, it suddenly lit up in front of him, and then a deafening explosion sounded.

In an instant, the fire rose into the sky, instantly dispelling the darkness around it, reflecting a doomsday scene.

The Japanese personnel carrier driving in the front was thrown into the air in the flames and explosions, and the body rolled violently in the air.

The Japanese in the car had no time to react in the face of this sudden disaster. They were thrown out of the car by a huge impact, like kites with broken strings.

The Japanese let out a terrified howl in the air, while some Japanese flew straight out without saying a word.

But it was not that they had carried forward the Bushido spirit, but that they had already become corpses in the explosion.

The air was filled with pungent smoke and blood. Under the reflection of the fire, corpses were scattered everywhere.

Some of their faces were twisted, their mouths were wide open, and they seemed to be still shouting; some curled up in a ball, their bodies stiffened as if they had been dead for a long time.

And those Japanese who were not directly killed were struggling in pain, wailing and asking for help.

Nakajima's brain finally came back to its senses after a brief blank, and they were attacked.

Although he didn't understand what was going on, the spies in the city had been cleared out, so why did the enemy set up an ambush halfway in advance?

He racked his brains and couldn't even figure it out.

Of course, even so, as the commander of the Shadow Wolf Force, he did not forget that he had to react as soon as possible, otherwise he would follow in the footsteps of the Imperial Army who had been attacked before.

His brain was running rapidly and he began to analyze the situation in front of him. He had to abandon the car immediately, otherwise they would be living targets on the mountain road.

But at this moment, I don’t know if it was his enemy who did it intentionally or by chance, just as Nakajima was about to get off the car and order to abandon the car, the explosions came to his face like a surging fire dragon.

The Japanese who were not affected by the first wave of explosions had a trace of luck, but at this moment, they could only watch the personnel carriers split into pieces in the explosion, and fragments of people and cars splashed out like raindrops.

The fire became louder and louder in Nakajima's eyes. The well-trained Japanese quickly pushed open the door and jumped out of the car before he even had time to issue the order.

He rolled forward in the air and into the grass under the roadbed. Although he was scratched by weeds and small shrubs, he finally avoided the explosions that followed.

The truck he was riding in had exploded after he landed on the ground. A terrifying wave of air flew over his head and almost lifted the helmet on his head.

Nakajima could only bow his head and avoid it, burying his head deeply in the grass.

He was like an ostrich, hiding his head with his butt on his back.

The roar of the explosion echoed in his ears for a long time, and at this moment, his brain once again had a brief blank period.

Twist!

Twist!......

However, at this moment, dense and violent gunfire sounded on the mountain road, just like hundreds of angry fire dragons roaring at the same time.

The dense bullets were like storms, intertwined in the air to form a net of death.

Those soldiers who had not yet had time to react were instantly swallowed by dense rain of bullets.

Their bodies were pierced and withered in this endless rain of bullets, as helpless as the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves.

Nakajima peeked out of the cracks in the grass and saw his companions fall down one by one, some are spitting blood in their mouths, while others are twitching on the ground.

Blood splashed, dyeing the land under your feet red, and reflecting Nakajima's frightened eyes red.

Suddenly, a truck that was not directly affected by the mine explosion was unfortunately hit by a bullet in the fuel tank.

Without warning, a huge flame instantly rose into the air, accompanied by a deafening explosion.

The burning gasoline splashed like a fountain, igniting everything around it. The flames greedily swallowed every inch of space and wrapped a few unlucky Japanese in it. They let out a shrill scream, but they were unable to escape the cage of flames.

The explosion's shock wave swept over again, overturning the grass beside Nakajima. He felt a powerful force pushing him to one side, his ears buzzing, almost deaf.

When he barely raised his head, the world in front of him seemed to be covered by flames and smoke, and everything became blurred.

He saw that some of the subordinates affected by the explosion were thrown high by the air waves, like kites with broken strings; some were violently hit, their bodies twisted and deformed, and eventually fell to the ground weakly, life and death were uncertain.

At this moment, Nakajima's heart was filled with unprecedented fear and despair.

He finally knew what kind of attack the previous imperial army had encountered before was destroyed by the enemy in a very short time.

At this time, he had no intention of fighting, and only one word was left in his mind, that was, escape.

He shouted: "Retreat, retreat, abandon the truck."

After shouting, Nakajima was the first to run away.

He pressed his body to the lowest point, and with the help of artemisia, he quickly ran back to the road he had come.

At this time, the Japanese who heard Nakajima's order also lowered their voices and ran in the direction they came.

And those Japanese who did not hear Nakajima's orders were still relying on the explosion or unexploded trucks to resist stubbornly and shoot at the glowing positions in the woods.

They tried to save the defeat, but under the terrifying firepower of the guerrillas, almost every Japanese fired a few shots and was swallowed by surging bullets and started breakdancing on the spot.
Chapter completed!