A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

As the saying goes, a man's name is like a tree's shadow. Zheng Kaixuan's name is like a mountain, weighing on the hearts of every Japanese soldier!

Everyone knows that this guy kills the Japanese without blinking an eye, and even after killing them, he doesn't let them go to reincarnation. He is simply a living devil.

Unlike the Japanese devils of the same level as Yokoyama Nagao and Hirano Hideo, Nomura Fubuki knows a lot of secrets about the Sharp Sword Group.

After all, Yokoyama Nagao's Infantry Battalion was just a second-rate unit of the Japanese devils, a local security garrison.

The Nomura Regiment is one of the main forces in this encirclement and suppression plan.

Although Nomura Fubuki had never seen a drone before, he knew that only the Sharp Blade Regiment had one.

At this moment, when he looked up and saw the small plane roaring in the sky, he immediately understood that the people from the Sharp Knife Regiment had arrived!

"Isn't the Sharp Knife Regiment besieging the Nakamura Brigade? How could they appear here? What's going on?"

Nomura Fubuki was stunned for a moment.

There are only two possibilities for the emergence of the spearhead group.

First, the Nakamura Brigade had successfully broken through the encirclement and escaped, so the Spearhead Regiment had time to intervene in the battle of Shijiaopo.

Second, the Nakamura Brigade has been completely wiped out.

"Quick! Send a telegram to the Nakamura Brigade immediately and ask what the situation is."

Nomura Fubuki quickly ordered his Japanese subordinates to send a telegram.

Time passed minute by minute, the telegraph machine showed no response, and no news was received from the Nakamura Brigade.

"Call the Nakamura Brigade again, quickly!"

"Electricity! Electricity again..."

There was still no response from the Nakamura Brigade.

Nomura Fubuki started to panic.

"Call the division and send a message to Taiyuan Headquarters..."

After a while, the 20th Division and the Taiyuan First Army Headquarters sent telegrams to tell Nomura Fubuki that they had not received any news from the Nakamura Brigade.

The entire Nakamura Brigade, a reinforced brigade of more than 10,000 people, a huge force with seven or eight radio stations, has lost contact!

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in Nomura Fubuki's mind.

He had a vague feeling that the Nakamura Brigade was probably finished.

If even the Nakamura Brigade couldn't hold out for a single day against the Spearhead Regiment, then his Nomura Regiment would be even more worthless.

It seems that we cannot capture the hostage from Shijiaopo Village today.

Not only is it impossible to catch them, but it is also a question whether they can escape successfully.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately."

Nomura Fubuki did not hesitate and immediately ordered a withdrawal.

He had already seen that the spearhead troops that had just descended from the sky were here to block his retreat!

The drone-based paratroopers, numbering dozens, landed more than one kilometer away from the northwest corner of the Nomura Regiment and then disappeared into the mountains and forests.

Although the soldiers disappeared, the drones took off again, and soon they carried another group of people and dropped them into the forest.

Nomura Fubuki was very clear about the combat effectiveness of the Spearhead Regiment.

He understood that once the Sharp Knife Regiment sent over a few hundred people, the Sharp Knife Regiment soldiers would join the Shijiaopo Militia in forming a pincer attack, and he would not be able to escape.

"Quick, break out to the northeast. Before Zheng Kaixuan's encirclement is formed, rush out and do the work..."

Wow!

An entire regiment of Japanese soldiers retreated like a tide towards the northeast where the spearhead regiment soldiers had not yet surrounded them.

On the slope of Shijiaopo, Zhao Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain, what should we do next? Should we pursue?"

"Zhao Sheng, there's no need to pursue. You won't have to fight in the rest of the battle. Don't worry about anything else now, just focus on rescuing the wounded."

"Next, it's up to our Sharp Knife Action Team!"

Zheng Kaixuan also felt relieved.

He did not require these villagers to be able to annihilate the Nomura Regiment. As long as the villagers were safe and would not become a concern for the spearhead action team, he would be relieved.

The airborne soldiers went there precisely to scare off the Japanese, not to cut off their retreat.

Therefore, during the Japanese retreat, they did not encounter any obstruction or any ambush.

However, the airborne mission is still ongoing. As of now, Zheng Kaixuan has sent at least 300 soldiers.

Although he did not intend to have these soldiers form a siege with the Shijiaopo militia, these soldiers were still part of his encirclement plan.

Initially, the soldiers were located northwest of the enemy, but as the enemy fled northeast, they were positioned behind the enemy, guarding the west and south directions instead of the Shijiapo militia.

Not ambushing the Japanese does not mean letting them leave.

Because a new, even larger encirclement is slowly unfolding!

The terrain around Shijiaopo Village is dangerous and complex.

Not only could military transport trucks not reach the area, even Triumph motorcycles couldn't get in, and even war horses had a hard time getting through.

The soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment were unable to reach Shijiaopo quickly by transport vehicles.

The only way to maximize the strength of the spearhead regiment is to adjust the battlefield to some places with wider and flatter terrain.

Obviously, Nomura Fubuki was fooled.

He is now leading his team over mountains and across rivers, fleeing desperately.

Behind him, the drone airborne team was forming a crescent-shaped net, encircling him.

In front of them, countless troop carriers, light tanks, artillery vehicles, and motorcycles were speeding across the open ground, transporting team after team of soldiers to the path he had to pass, quietly setting up ambushes, waiting for his arrival.

Nomura Fubuki was running very fast with his men at this moment. This was the first time in his life that he had run so fast.

His face, arms, and legs were all scratched by the branches, bushes, and sharp stones in the mountains, and blood was flowing.

His uniform and that of many other Japanese soldiers were torn in many places, making them look extremely miserable.

But Nomura didn't care about these things at all, and didn't even have time to bandage the bleeding wound.

All he wanted now was to get back to the open space where they parked the car, get in the car, ride his horse, and rush back with his Japanese soldiers.

He was definitely not able to deal with the spearhead regiment. The only way to survive was to go back and join forces with the main force of the Kawaichi Division!

A 500-man Japanese army was quietly waiting on a dirt road at the foot of the mountain.

In an open space next to them, there were several Japanese military vehicles, more than 20 transport trucks, and hundreds of war horses.

This unit is the logistics and supply unit of the Nomura Regiment.

War horses, cars, and some cannons that could not be carried were temporarily hidden here.

Close, closer!

When Nomura Fubuki saw this army from afar, he was immediately ecstatic.

As long as he can come back here, he will be close to escaping!

Soon, a large number of Japanese troops rushed onto this dirt road in the mountains.

"Fortunately, Zheng Kaixuan didn't find this place."

Nomura Fubuki patted his chest and secretly rejoiced, feeling quite lucky to have escaped death.

Just as he was about to get into the car and lead his troops away, a Japanese soldier stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky in surprise.

"Ashiba! Look, what is that!"