Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Rifle bullets spun wildly through the air, machine guns sprayed madly, grenades occasionally soared overhead, and mortars blasted indiscriminately. The battle was fierce—but only on one side.
Wang Yan led his men in a surprise attack on a Japanese stronghold, seizing all manner of weapons, ammunition, supplies, and provisions, greatly boosting the firepower of his force of more than six hundred men. Then, just as he had said before, he took advantage of the weak defenses and opening at the place where they had rescued Yao Ma earlier and launched a direct counterattack.
Night fighting was unfavorable to both sides, but overall, it was worse for the Japanese. Wang Yan had more men, and his firepower was not much inferior.
Moreover, Wang Yan commanded the battlefield as a whole and personally led the charge. His eyesight was excellent and his marksmanship divine. With a rapid series of bangs, whichever little Japanese soldier shouted the loudest or fought the fiercest would have Wang Yan's bullets accurately sent into his body.
More than six hundred men against a hundred-odd, with Wang Yan fighting so fiercely, tore straight through the defenses Japan had constructed. Once the line collapsed, their morale broke, and the little Japanese soldiers were slaughtered to the last man.
Not a single survivor was left.
Wang Yan pulled a pack of cigarettes from a little Japanese soldier's clothes, lit one for himself, and waved his hand. "Hurry, hurry, hurry. Clean up the battlefield. We don't have much time."
The distance was not far, so Japan's reinforcements would arrive quickly. And it would not only be reinforcements returning from elsewhere—there were Japanese forces in other directions that had yet to move, and their support would arrive even faster.
"Lord Wang, that was a great victory, hahaha..." Long