During the Anti-Japanese War, the landlord's stupid son defied fate

They made great progress and rarely suffered defeat.

Of course, those sneak attacks don’t count. They don’t admit that they were failures. Anyway, they defeated the Yan State defenders head-on.

Arrogance and self-confidence made them lose their judgment. They rashly entered this narrow valley without sending any scouts.

The Japanese troops' convoy suddenly became a mess, with vehicles colliding with each other, making a harsh metal friction sound, and the soldiers fled in panic like headless flies.

In the first moment, a barrage of grenades were thrown down from the top of the mountain, forming the first wave of attack on the cyclists.

Many cars had just parked and were about to turn around and drive away.

But it had just rained a few days ago, and the road was very slippery, and the attacking army of Yan State would not let them escape.

The grenades arrived quickly and the trucks kept exploding. The Japanese soldiers riding around the trucks were instantly killed or wounded, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Seeing this, the Japanese commander tried to organize an effective counterattack.

"Baga, call for help quickly, we are under attack, we are under attack." A captain shouted in panic.

There was no need for him to say more, as someone had already sent a telegram for help to the Air Force.

They have 3,000 people and their combat effectiveness is elite, so it is not a problem.

That's why I was careless and didn't expect to be attacked.

However, the terrain of this valley was too unfavorable for the Japanese.

The narrow valley was like a natural cage, trapping them tightly and making it difficult for them to use their usual tactics and launch effective offensives.

But the attacking soldiers were different. They cleverly took advantage of the terrain and, like nimble cheetahs, launched round after round of fierce attacks on the Japanese army.

The Japanese soldiers' once majestic tanks and armored vehicles were now completely unable to move in this narrow valley. They were like giant beasts trapped in a quagmire. Not only could they not exert their full power, but they became perfect targets for the Eighth Route Army soldiers and were riddled with holes.

The two sides fought for three hours, and the Japanese air force finally came to support.

When the air force arrived, the division commander knew that things were going to be bad. If the enemy's bombs fell to the ground, they would suffer heavy losses.

"Notify everyone and let our soldiers engage in a melee with the enemy so that their air force won't dare act rashly." The division commander ordered.

Soon, all the soldiers ran down the mountain. At this moment, the battle became more and more intense. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and soon a brutal hand-to-hand fight broke out.

When the pilots in the air saw this scene, they were also helpless. They really couldn't bomb their own people like last time. This was the Fifth Division, and they had a very strong backing.

If they report it to the headquarters, they will definitely be finished.

They had no choice but to circle in the air and machine-gun the Yan soldiers whenever possible.

When the Yan soldiers saw that the Japanese planes did not dare to bomb, they became brave and fearless. There were flames burning in their eyes and their hearts were filled with hatred for the invaders.

They rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, holding bayonets tightly in their hands, and some even held grenades, fighting a desperate battle with the Japanese devils.

In this close combat, every move is a matter of life and death, and every swing is filled with endless determination.

The Japanese's originally arrogant morale gradually declined under these rounds of fierce attacks.

Many Japanese soldiers began to show fear, throwing away their weapons and armor and fleeing in all directions, their initial arrogance had long since disappeared.

The fierce battle lasted for about three hours, and every minute and every second seemed like torture in fire.

Finally, the main force of the Japanese devils was basically wiped out under the tenacious attack of the Yan country soldiers.

Only a few remaining Japanese soldiers were left, and they tried to make a final struggle and break out.

However, the division had already set up a tight net all around, tightly blocking every possible escape exit.

Under this iron-clad blockade, none of the remaining Japanese soldiers could escape and could only wait in despair for their fate of destruction.

It was already dusk in the afternoon when the battle ended.

The soldiers began to count their gains.

In the valley, the bodies and remains of the Japanese soldiers were lying all over the place. The scene was a mess.

Although the soldiers of Yan State were already exhausted after this fierce battle and their bodies were covered with dust and blood, their faces were filled with the joy of victory.

It is a kind of pride and satisfaction that emanates from the bottom of the heart, and it is the satisfaction of reaping victory after going through hardships and obstacles.

The division commander looked at all this and said with deep emotion: "This is our first major victory! It is not just a simple battle victory, but also a severe blow to the arrogance of the Japanese invaders. At the same time, it has greatly inspired the fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians across the country!"

The Chief of Staff listened from the side, nodded in agreement, and said, "Yes, this victory undoubtedly proves that we are fully capable of defeating the Japanese. We must spread the news of this victory throughout the country and let everyone know that we have hope of winning this arduous war!"

After this great victory, the division continued to carry out flexible and varied guerrilla warfare in this vast land like a sharp blade inserted into the North China region, constantly attacking the invading forces of the Japanese army.

After this situation was exposed, media in many countries reported on this victory, praising the heroic fighting spirit of the Yan army between the lines.

This victory undoubtedly enhanced the country's international image, allowed the world to see the tenacity and bravery of Yan's soldiers, and created very favorable conditions for the international community to support Yan's war of resistance.

At the same time, in a certain command post of the Japanese army, the commander of the Fifth Division looked at the people below with great anger.

"Baga, tell me, how big is the loss this time?"

A staff officer stood up, picked up the statistical document, and began to report to the division commander.

"According to the current statistics, two lieutenant colonels were killed in action. One of them was from the 21st Brigade. They were part of a military vehicle fleet, totaling eighty vehicles, that entered the ambush area from west to east."

"The second is our intelligence staff."

"The loss of this time is about a thousand soldiers, not including the soldiers who went to support and the Korean laborers."

"Almost all the supplies were destroyed. An entire regiment's equipment was lost, along with 200 war horses and over 100 cavalry."

He sat down after he finished speaking, still a little afraid to look at the division commander.

"Yes, the news must be strictly sealed. Even among our own people, we cannot spread it. Especially, the photos and letters cannot be returned to the families of the soldiers back home."

"We can't afford to lose that guy, do you understand?"

The others naturally stood up, lowered their heads, and then shouted collectively.

"Hey, I understand, Your Excellency the Division Commander."

That matter is over now.

But it was nothing to him. There were even more unlucky division commanders ahead of him, and he had only lost a battalion of troops.

There can be no comparison in everything. Once there is a comparison, people’s mentality will be different.