"How dare more than a hundred people attack a stronghold outside the county?" Kuroshima Morita was startled: "Could this be a trick by the Eighth Route Army?"
"Probably not. I have investigated specifically." Tsuneo Suzuki said firmly, "While the Okazaki Brigade was stationed in the county, it was often attacked by the Eighth Route guerrillas."
"The guerrillas who attacked ranged from dozens to hundreds of people, and there were also cases where the Eighth Route guerrillas used mortars to attack strongholds."
"Their whereabouts are secretive. They usually only fight for a while and then run away. They don't get involved with the imperial army at all."
"By the time the Okazaki Brigade arrived for reinforcements, the Eighth Route Army had already disappeared."
"This piece of trash like Okazaki can't even deal with a mere guerrilla force." Kuroshima Morita snorted coldly, "What a disgrace to the imperial army!"
"Immediately order the first squadron of cavalry to rush to support the Nanzhuang Village stronghold."
"Tell Isamu Sasaki to chop off all the heads of the Eighth Route Army and hang them on the city wall!"
This group was composed of beggar farmers. They had no formal military training and did not have any decent weapons in their hands. They didn't even have a few bullets.
Actually provoking the majesty of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment again and again?
Kuroshima Morita didn't take the Eighth Route Army seriously at all, let alone a mere hundred or so guerrillas.
The absolute gap in strength cannot be made up by harassment tactics.
Even if Li Yunlong's troops were more capable among the Eighth Route Army, Kuroshima Morita believed that they would not pose a threat to the Kuroshima Cavalry Regiment at all.
However, although the Eighth Route Army poses no threat to the imperial army, the Eighth Route Army is just like flies and mosquitoes. It will bite you when you are not paying attention, suck your blood, and sting you with a small blood bag. It will not cause any big damage. , but very annoying.
More than 80 cavalrymen were wiped out by Li Yunlong's troops before, and guerrillas came to harass them. If you don't slap these flies and mosquitoes to death, I'm afraid more mosquitoes and flies will smell the smell of blood and pounce on your ears. Buzzing.
Kuroshima Morita was going to kill them as a warning, completely drive away these flies and mosquitoes, and then use all his strength to deal with Li Yunlong's tribe. He already had some ideas about where Li Yunlong's tribe was stationed.
Originally, the Japs had checkpoints on the highway, but the Eighth Route Army would come over from time to time and fire cold shots. The Japs were also afraid of people dying every three days.
Later, they all hid in the strongholds and gun towers.
Isamu Sasaki, who was training at the racecourse outside the city, couldn't help but be overjoyed when he received an order from Captain Kuroshima to rush to the Nanzhuang Village stronghold immediately.
More than 100 soldiers from the Eighth Route Army are attacking the stronghold of Nanzhuang Village. It is simply a victory delivered to their door...
Coincidentally, when Takeshima Suda saw the Eighth Route Cavalry a few days ago, he had the same idea as him: The Eighth Route Army has come to show off their military exploits.
However, the order received by Isamu Sasaki did not specify that this group of eight troops was cavalry, that is, infantry.
Without even replenishing ammunition, Sasaki Isamu immediately led the first cavalry squadron of about 200 horses and rushed towards the Nanzhuang Village stronghold without stopping.
It was 4 kilometers away and the road conditions were relatively good. Isamu Sasaki led the 1st Cavalry Squadron and arrived in less than 7 minutes.
Separated by a distance of about 1 kilometer, Isamu Sasaki galloped while raising the telescope on his chest to look at the battlefield.
Through the field of vision of the binoculars, the Nanzhuang Village stronghold was filled with smoke. When the Japanese troops in the stronghold saw the reinforcements arriving, they rushed out of the stronghold with bayonets in hand and charged towards the Eighth Route Army.
The Eighth Route Army also saw the cavalry coming and were so frightened that they broke into pieces and were running away in a hurry.
A sneer flashed across Sasaki Isamu's lips. Is it too late to think of running away now?
Putting down the telescope, Isamu Sasaki pulled out his command sword with a swish, pointed forward, and shouted: "Warriors of the empire, let me chop off Tubalu's head!"
The Japanese cavalrymen behind them drew their cavalry swords one after another, and while shouting indiscriminately, they rushed towards the Eighth Route Army at full speed.
About 200 Japanese cavalrymen were like a yellow torrent, rumbling towards the direction where the Eighth Route Army was escaping.
As the horse's hooves rolled, dust quickly rose.
Sun Desheng's lookout post on the top of the mountain had already sent him a signal, but only about 200 Japanese cavalry came.
This is in line with Sun Desheng's guess. After all, there are only 100 people in the Eighth Route Army attacking the Nanzhuang Village stronghold. How could the Japanese dispatch a regiment of cavalry?
Using a regiment of cavalry to deal with 100 people is not taking off your pants and farting. Isn't it unnecessary?
Dispatching a cavalry squadron, more than 200 cavalry is a bit much...
But for Sun Desheng, the 200 Japanese cavalry just suited his appetite. It was too much to eat, and too little to make him full.
The attack position of Captain Huang of the Independent Regiment was kept at about 500 meters from the stronghold. The fight between the two sides was lively, but in fact not many people died.
If the Eighth Route Army did not have mortars, the Japanese in the stronghold would not ask for help at all. If the Eighth Route Army does not have artillery, if you can get closer than 100 meters to the stronghold, I will lose.
When Yu Sasaki used a telescope to observe the battlefield, he was 1,500 meters away from the independent regiment's cavalry company.
The distance of 1,500 meters can be reached in only 2 minutes for the cavalry sprinting at full speed, and these 2 minutes are enough for the soldiers of the independent regiment's cavalry company to run several hundred meters away.
Sun Desheng was also calculating the time it took for the Japanese cavalry to reach the stronghold after the battle, which was about 13 minutes.
These 13 minutes included the Japs from the stronghold calling the Japs in the county town for help, and then the operator reporting the request for help to Kuroshima Morita.
It will take about 5 minutes between Kuroshima Morita issuing the rescue order and the Japanese cavalry gathering to set off.
In other words, it takes about 8 minutes for the Japanese cavalry to arrive at the stronghold from the gathering.
"It's so fast..." Sun Desheng cursed.
They must defeat or annihilate this group of Japanese cavalry within 10 minutes. If it takes longer, they will probably be eaten by the main force of the Black Island Cavalry Regiment rushing for reinforcements.
The Japanese cavalry rushed very fast, like an arrow from the bowstring, rushing towards the escaping Eighth Route Army, and quickly passed the Japanese infantry.
The Japanese infantrymen became excited and rushed forward behind the cavalry, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they ate a mouth full of ashes.
Seeing the Eighth Route Infantry getting closer and closer, the corners of Sasaki Isamu's mouth curled up more and more, as if he saw more than 100 Eighth Route Army heads hanging on the city wall.
"Kill the chicken for me!" Isamu Sasaki screamed loudly when he was excited.
At this moment, a continuous rapid sound of machine gunfire suddenly sounded on the right side. The sudden sound of machine gunfire made Isamu Sasaki completely unprepared.
Oops!
The sudden sound of gunfire gave Sasaki Isamu an idea, and he remembered the story of how Takeshima Suda was annihilated by the Eighth Route Army.
Half of the 80 warriors led by Takeshima Suda were killed by the Eighth Route Army's side fire, which led to the annihilation of the entire army.
But at this time, more than 200 war horses were already galloping at full speed, and it was too late to make any reaction.
The moment the machine gunfire sounded like exploding beans, seven or eight Japanese soldiers were shot on the spot and screamed, falling off their horses, and then being trampled into meat patties by the horses' hooves.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
