Anti-Japanese War: The whole world is a base vehicle

The battlefield was filled with smoke, and the pungent smell of gunpowder and flying dust were intertwined.

Artillery shells continued to explode not far away, creating waves of air.

"Major, we have less than half of our people left now." The lieutenant who spoke earlier ran over covered in dust.

His uniform was tattered, covered in dust and blood. His originally straight military cap was tilted on his head. His face was covered in black and white spots, and sweat flowed down the dirt on his cheeks, leaving traces.

His eyes revealed fear and fatigue, his voice was a little hoarse from tension and running, and every word was heavy, as if being squeezed out with difficulty from a throat filled with gunpowder.

He looked at the major, his eyes full of worry and helplessness about the current situation, waiting for the major to give new instructions, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

At this moment, despair gradually appeared in the major's eyes.

His originally sharp eyes now became dull and lifeless, like a blade that had lost its luster.

Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face, leaving dirty marks on his face which was slightly distorted by nervousness.

Originally, he thought it was just an accidental encounter and the opponent's sudden bombardment was just a coincidence.

But who could have imagined that as time went on, the shells would pour down like raindrops, as if there was no end at all. The endless artillery fire was like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping their lives.

Especially the dense explosions like thunder in his ears, each one was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart hard, making his heartbeat accelerate involuntarily.

There was also the sharp whistling sound of the shells cutting through the air, one after another, interweaving into a symphony of death.

The voice frightened and angered him, and he felt mixed emotions.

What surprised him was that the Chinese army's heavy artillery firepower was so fierce that it was completely beyond his imagination.

This is exactly the same as the rumors I heard before, and even worse.

Judging from the deafening sound of artillery fire, there are at least dozens of heavy artillery pieces firing at the same time!

What a terrifying number! Compared with it, their own heavy artillery division was nothing. This huge gap in firepower made him feel deeply fearful for the first time, and the outcome of this battle was also cast a thick shadow in his heart.

Of course, anger burned in his heart like wildfire.

In his opinion, the Chinese army on the opposite side was bombarding so fiercely, which showed that they did not take him seriously at all.

When had he, a major, ever been looked down upon like this?

In his perception, the Chinese army has always been portrayed as weak and vulnerable, but what is happening now?
When did the Chinese army become so crazy?
The dense rain of shells seemed to be a trampling of his dignity and a blasphemy against the samurai spirit he believed in.

He was so angry that his teeth itched and he clenched them tightly, and the muscles in his cheeks bulged with force.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain at all.

However, after his anger, the cold reality made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

He knew clearly that in the face of this overwhelming artillery fire, he had no way to deal with the Chinese army on the opposite side.

There were exploding shells everywhere around him, and the huge roar made his ears buzz.

The fragments of shrapnel whizzed through the air like the god of death's flying knives, leaving a mess wherever they went.

At this moment, he could only lie on the ground like a frightened mouse, his body pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to move.

Every explosion made his heart beat faster. The shadow of death loomed over him, making him feel a fear he had never felt before.

Except for a few guards around him, everyone else was running for their lives in the artillery fire, and he was unable to command anyone.

The dignity he once had was gone at this moment, and he was like a lonely man abandoned by the world.

This deep feeling of powerlessness made him angry for a moment, angry at his own incompetence and the sudden tragic defeat. In addition to despair, his eyes were filled with resentment towards his fate.

The major lay on the ground with resentment flashing in his eyes. At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that when this damn artillery fire was over, he would make the Chinese army pay a heavy price and teach them a lesson to let them know clearly how powerful he is.

His chest, filled with rage, heaved violently, as if he had already seen the scene of himself taking revenge on the Chinese army.

However, this time the bombardment lasted longer than expected.

Every second seemed like a century to them. The deafening roar, the flying smoke and dust, and the flying shrapnel formed a picture of purgatory on earth.

It lasted for almost an hour, during which the shadow of death followed them everywhere. Their spirits and bodies were almost pushed to the limit in this endless bombardment.

Finally, the overwhelming and seemingly endless artillery fire slowly showed signs of weakening.

As the last few shells fell, the roar on the battlefield gradually subsided and the smoke began to slowly dissipate.

Finally, the battlefield was completely silent, and there was a dead silence. But this silence was more depressing than the bombardment, because they all knew that this was just the beginning of the battle, and what awaited them next would be a more brutal hand-to-hand combat and a life-and-death contest.

"Major, it's time for us to retreat." The lieutenant looked at the major whose mind was filled with anger and advised carefully.

"Baga, find cover immediately. The Chinese are sure to launch an attack. We can't retreat now." The major pushed away his subordinates around him, his eyes full of determination.

Retreat? Impossible! The Chinese set up an ambush here, they must have been prepared in advance. Retreating now would undoubtedly be a dead end, it would be better to fight to the death.

"Ha!" The lieutenant took the order and acted quickly with other soldiers. They knew that what was coming would be a life-and-death battle.

After receiving the order, the other remaining Japanese troops acted quickly. With determination in their eyes, they immediately scattered to find cover, ready to fight the enemy to the end.

However, what made them despair was that after searching around, they found only bomb craters around.

Yes! Everywhere you look, there are craters.

The originally flat land now looked like it had been ravaged by a demon, with potholes and holes all over it, beyond recognition.

In this mess, there is no intact flat ground at all.

These Japanese soldiers felt a chill in their hearts when they saw the scene before them, but they also knew that there was no way to retreat and they could only make a final resistance in this bomb crater.

The focus turned from the devastated battlefield back to the remaining Japanese troops.

After the brutal baptism of war, the situation was extremely tragic. Some teams were completely wiped out, and their numbers disappeared in the smoke of gunpowder.

Only a small number of soldiers from the squads that were in a better situation survived, and most of these survivors were wounded, their clothes soaked in blood, and their expressions were distorted by the pain of their wounds.

There were many more people whose eardrums were shattered by the continuous and violent explosions. They stood there with dull eyes, without any response to the shouts around them, as if they were isolated from the world.

"Baga, can't you hear anything?" The Japanese squad leader widened his eyes, looked at the twenty or so people left behind him in shock, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

“???” Everyone looked confused, their eardrums were still bleeding, the glaring red color flowed down their cheeks, leaving streaks of blood on their smoke-covered faces.

Obviously, the doomsday-like bombing that lasted for an hour had caused them extremely serious damage.

In fact, even if these soldiers were lucky enough to survive this brutal war, the ruptured eardrums would make them live in pain for the rest of their lives, making life worse than death.

"Baga, how can we fight a war like this?"

This roar contained both anger at the current situation and deep fear. He knew very well how important hearing was to combat, but now that the troops had almost become a group of deaf people, how could they fight this battle?
His heart fell into the abyss of despair. His original battle plan was ruthlessly shattered at this moment. He felt extremely helpless, as if fate had strangled him by the throat.

The soldiers whose eardrums were bleeding were filled with confusion and pain.

Their world became silent, with only the constant tinnitus buzzing in their heads.

They watched the team leader's mouth opening and closing, but they had no idea what he was saying.

Fear was like an icy snake, crawling in their hearts.

They are afraid of death, and even more afraid of waiting for death alone in this silent world.

Some people had a gleam of longing for their hometown in their eyes, thinking that they might never be able to go back; some people were unwilling to accept the outcome and were filled with resentment for this sudden and tragic defeat.

When they saw the approaching Chinese army, their instinct for survival was rekindled. Although the hope was so slim, they clenched their weapons tightly and prepared for the final struggle.

"Damn it, it's the Chinese, they're coming up, hurry up, prepare to fight back!" The Japanese squad leader's voice became sharp due to nervousness, his eyes were fixed on the approaching Chinese army, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Baga, what are you still standing there for?" He turned his head and yelled at the dazed soldier beside him, veins bulging on his forehead and he was extremely anxious.

However, when he saw the soldiers' confused and empty eyes, he instantly realized the problem - most of the soldiers around him had become deaf because of the hellish bombing just now.

He couldn't help but curse himself for being so stupid for shouting subconsciously in such a situation, but now was not the time to blame himself.

Despair swept over him like a surging tide, and he knew clearly that this battle had no chance of winning. Facing the fierce Chinese army, he was leading a group of remnants and so many deaf soldiers. This was a hopeless situation.

His body trembled slightly, and the weapons in his hands seemed to become extremely heavy. He could feel that the shadow of death was quickly looming over him, and everything was going to be over.

"Kakaka..."

"Kakaka..."

"Kakaka..."

The unique sound of the cloth tearing machine suddenly rang out on the battlefield. The sharp and rapid sound seemed like the roar of the god of death.

The Japanese army, which had originally harboured some thoughts of counterattack, was instantly suppressed by the powerful firepower and could not even raise their heads.

The bullets that came like a tide were like countless deadly locusts, whizzing through the air.

The Japanese soldiers lay on the ground in fear, their bodies pressed tightly against the edge of the crater, trying to find a safe shelter.

Their hearts were filled with despair and fear, and the little will they had to resist instantly collapsed in the face of this terrifying firepower.

Every "crack" sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting their hearts hard and making them deeply feel the approach of death.

They could only huddle together helplessly, praying that this nightmarish attack would end as soon as possible.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Deafening explosions followed one after another. In addition to the machine guns' firepower suppression, mortars were also constantly bombarding the Japanese positions. Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, shrapnel flew everywhere, and the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a purgatory on earth.

The Japanese army could no longer bear the attack. Their defenses were like fragile pieces of paper and were easily shredded under the violent attack.

The psychological defenses of some Japanese soldiers completely collapsed. They began to flee in panic, their eyes full of despair and fear.

"Charge forward and destroy them!" Bu La looked at the Japanese army that was in collapse in front of him, his eyes flashing with excitement and determination.

Without saying a word, he led the charge, holding an MP38 submachine gun, and charged towards the Japanese army like a brave cheetah.

His figure shuttled through the smoke, his steps were firm and powerful, and every step was filled with endless courage and determination.

He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to destroy the enemy and there could be no hesitation or retreat. Under his leadership, the soldiers roared and rushed towards the Japanese army like a tide.

Seeing this scene, Milong was not willing to be left behind, and rushed forward with the weapon in his hand.

Farther away, before the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, Yao Ma and Ma Dazhi had serious expressions on their faces as they led their troops rapidly towards Wuzhou City.

The soldiers' footsteps were neat and rapid, raising clouds of dust on the dry land, and each step was carried out with firm determination.

They were entrusted with a crucial mission - a surprise attack on Wuzhou City.

This was an operation full of dangers and challenges, and there was no room for error. They knew that they had to take advantage of the precious gap when the Japanese army was still in the dark and had not yet learned that their vanguard had been destroyed, and take down Wuzhou City at lightning speed.

Every soldier knows that this action is related to the direction of the entire war. Their eyes are shining with desire for victory. Even if there are thorns ahead, it cannot stop them from moving forward.

"Commander, they have already set off." At the artillery position, the artillery shells that had been transported had been used up, and Long Wenjian also took the opportunity to take a breath.

At this time, the subordinate came over to report.

"Then let's wait here for their good news." Long Wenjian picked up the kettle and took a big gulp, then said lightly.

"Yes." (End of chapter)