Chapter 2nd Lieutenant Wu Long had already set up the traps. Although they weren't specifically for the Japanese cavalry, they were definitely for the Japanese.

In fact, along the entire defense line, the 1st Company, 3rd Company, 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th Companies had all set up traps in front of their respective lines. It was just a pity that the Japanese didn't come in their direction.

Wu Long's boastful request immediately aroused the envy and jealousy of the other company commanders. Besides envy, there was nothing they could do. After all, there were only so many Japanese soldiers, and whether they would take the initiative to attack depended on the Japanese's choice.

The Japanese cavalry squadron was led by the first platoon of Zenchu Oyu's troop. This was the same platoon that had been out scouting.

Now, they could be considered old hands at the route.

Therefore, it was not wrong for Captain Mizumi Munetaka to have them lead the way. Although the road was flat, they could have rushed straight to the battlefield without a guide.

The cautiousness that Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu had shown during reconnaissance was no longer needed. The captain had ordered a charge, so what choice did the platoon leader have?

Object? Of course, he wouldn't dare! He dared even less to stay put! He could only draw his command saber and point it straight ahead: "Charge!"

The entire platoon of Japanese soldiers immediately began their charge. They didn't need to be particular about their route. For warhorses, although they could run anywhere on the plains that they could see, the road that Commander Kami-no-To Yūsuke had specially repaired was clearly more suitable for them.

Charging on such a flat road would also be faster. In the hot autumn, riding warhorses at full speed was indeed exhilarating for the Japanese soldiers.

Even Lao Tzu had said in the *Tao Te Ching*: "Hunting at a gallop makes the heart run wild!"

These Japanese soldiers, speeding across the plains, were indeed delighted and extremely excited.

With the 1st Platoon in the lead, the entire Mizumi Munetaka squadron followed. Although the cavalry consisted of less than two hundred horses, the charge involved nearly a thousand hooves pounding on the dry road, creating a thunderous and imposing roar.

The crazed Japanese soldiers shouted and yelled, freely expressing their excitement.

The Japanese began accelerating from a thousand meters away, rushing towards the Special Operations Brigade that was blocking their path. The Special Operations Brigade soldiers only had a low barricade in the way.

Less than a meter high and no more than two hundred meters wide, it clearly looked more like a formality than a practical defense.

Less than two hundred meters behind the barricade were several cannons, with many soldiers busily working around them.

Seeing the Japanese cavalry charging, the people around the cannons seemed frightened and began to retreat.

Seeing this situation, the soldiers of the Zenchu Oyu platoon, who were at the very front of the formation, became even more excited.

That's how battles were fought: make the enemy afraid, make them run, and the battle was already won.

The Japanese soldiers were already cheering in victory, and Sergeant Fujita Dairyo, who was at the very front of the formation, was even more excitedly waving his saber.

He kicked his warhorse's belly once more, urging it to run faster. At this speed, they would be able to charge into the Special Operations Brigade's ranks in no more than two minutes.

No matter how fast the warhorse ran now, it would be able to rest in two minutes, and it wouldn't damage it.

As a veteran Japanese cavalryman who had participated in hundreds of battles, Fujita Dairyo was well aware of this.

He saw that he was less than two hundred meters away from the barricade, and he could already see the dark muzzles of the guns opposite.

According to past combat experience, at this distance, the enemy should open fire and begin a fierce barrage.

Fujita Dairyo had already hunched over, his entire body cowering in the saddle, trying to minimize his exposed area. His purpose was simple: to try to avoid being hit by the bullets!

Soon, Sergeant Fujita Dairyo realized that his actions were completely unnecessary. The guns opposite looked like bellows, all show and no substance, with no bullets being fired.

It seemed they had been scared witless. At a distance of two hundred meters, they still hadn't opened fire. Perhaps, even until they charged into the barricade, these Special Operations Brigade soldiers wouldn't dare to fire.

Sergeant Fujita Dairyo thought so in his heart, and he roared the same from his mouth: "The enemy is scared silly, they don't dare to shoot! Charge! Charge!"

At this point, he was no longer cowering, but swinging his saber wildly, turning it like a windmill, as if this would somehow make his warhorse run faster.

The soldiers at the front of the charge were always the most elite of a unit, and their every move could inspire those following behind.

The soldiers of the entire platoon shouted the same, waving their sabers in unison.

Influenced by the soldiers of Zenchu Oyu's platoon, the soldiers of Mizumi Munetaka's squadron, who were following behind, also began to shout.

The enemy didn't dare to fire! This was such exhilarating news that Captain Mizumi Munetaka followed the formation and charged within two hundred meters.

The leading cavalry had already charged to within a hundred meters of the barricade, and they still hadn't fired.

What a great opportunity! Captain Mizumi Munetaka had long abandoned the plan of a probing attack. If he didn't seize such an opportunity, he would have wasted all these years as a captain.

"Kill! Kill!" Captain Mizumi Munetaka ordered loudly.

The soldiers of the entire cavalry squadron, seeing that the attack was going so smoothly, were not just excited, they were even frenzied.

Their shouts became even louder, they kicked their warhorses even harder, and they waved their sabers like windmills.

The warhorses also sensed their masters' excitement, neighing and taking the biggest strides they could, charging forward at the fastest pace, as if to flatten everything in their path.

Riding warhorses at high speed made it very easy for the Japanese soldiers to lose their bearings. Now, they were wholeheartedly fantasizing about charging over the low barricade and slaughtering the soldiers behind it who hadn't properly built it.

Wu Long watched the Japanese soldiers charge over and begin to spread out five hundred meters from the defense line. They were no longer just charging along the road.

These Japanese soldiers began to spread out into the fields on both sides. After all, the width of a single road was limited, and it was impossible for more than a hundred soldiers to form the widest possible charging front.

The excited Japanese soldiers now only wanted to cut down the Special Operations Brigade soldiers in one fell swoop, and then charge into the midst of the cannons and kill the people who were already running around in panic.

One hundred meters! Company Commander Wu Long's expression finally turned serious. The charging Japanese soldiers had spread out into a two-hundred-meter-wide line, the same length as the barricade built by the 2nd Company.

The Japanese were trying to swallow the entire 2nd Company in one wave. They didn't want to charge once and then have to come back for another round of killing.

On the plains, the Japanese soldiers, riding warhorses, could see clearly from their high vantage point. They had seen that there was only one company of Special Operations soldiers on the opposite side, just over a hundred people, roughly the same number as their cavalry. A one-to-one slaughter, cavalry against infantry, this was a complete victory.

Eighty meters! Company Commander Wu's hand was already raised. All the soldiers of the 2nd Company were ready, waiting for the company commander to give the order.

Seventy meters! Company Commander Wu Long's hand chopped down and he shouted loudly, "Detonate!"

"Rumble! Rumble!" The sound of the directional mines exploding was incessant, and the entire earth trembled. This commotion was much more shocking than the thunderous hooves of the Japanese soldiers just now.

At least half of the soldiers of the entire Mizumi Munetaka cavalry squadron were thrown from their horses by the explosions, which was proof of that. As impressive as their momentum had been just now, the explosions of the 2nd Company were twice as impressive.

At the same time, the gun muzzles that the Japanese soldiers had seen earlier, the ones that hadn't been firing, suddenly opened fire.

Heavy machine guns, light machine guns, rifles, every gun was firing, firing at the charging Japanese soldiers.

To defeat the enemy, first capture their chief; to shoot a man, first shoot his horse! The Special Operations Brigade soldiers had long been clear on this point.

Hand grenades, rocket-propelled grenades, infantry guns, and mortars were also exploding in the middle of the Japanese cavalry squadron's formation.

Sergeant Fujita Dairyo's saber, which had been waving like a windmill, and his arm were sent flying in the recent explosion, as if they had gone mad.

His warhorse's front legs were hit by iron pellets and collapsed forward. Fujita Dairyo could no longer control his incomplete body, and his entire body flew out like an arrow. When he landed, the sound of bones breaking incessantly echoed.

Although he had broken countless bones, he had fortunately survived.

In the entire formation, Fujita Dairyo wasn't the only Japanese soldier who was so lucky. There were hundreds of others like him. They were wounded but not dead. Although they were in extreme pain, they hadn't died, and they couldn't even wish for death.

Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu had luckily avoided the first wave of attacks. The sudden attack had caught him completely unprepared.

Seeing his men falling all around him, he was confused. Should he continue the attack or retreat?

He didn't dare to decide! However, his warhorse didn't understand any of this. A beast was just a beast, and it just ran headlong.

Captain Mizumi Munetaka was also very hesitant at this moment. Having paid so much, and being so close, should he continue the attack or give up?

This was a difficult decision!

The situation on the battlefield was constantly changing, and of course, the commander couldn't press the pause button. Captain Mizumi Munetaka was only distracted for a moment.

When he came back to his senses, facing the hail of bullets pouring out from the front, and with only a hundred meters left to go, he finally decided to continue the attack.

The barricade in front was simple and there weren't many soldiers. As long as ten cavalrymen charged up, they could drive them away.

"Kill! Kill!" This time, Captain Mizumi Munetaka's shouts were full of sorrow, helplessness, and a desperate anger.

This time, unlike when he had given the order a minute earlier and everyone had responded, none of the Japanese soldiers responded to Captain Mizumi Munetaka's order.

He saw that many of the Japanese soldiers who were still on their warhorses weren't uninjured, but they just hadn't had time to fall yet. Da Feng Novel

More Japanese soldiers had been scared witless by the sudden explosion and didn't know what to do.

Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu had taken over the position of the fallen Fujita Dairyo and was now at the very front of the squadron.

A tree that stands out in the forest will be blown down by the wind; the protruding rafters rot first. In this case, it meant that the Japanese soldiers at the front died first.

Just as Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu charged out of the smoke-filled area, his warhorse let out a cry and collapsed. This caused its master to be flung out like an arrow, flying more than ten meters and landing less than thirty meters from the 2nd Company's barricade.

Before Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu could land, he had already been hit by several pieces of shrapnel from exploding hand grenades. When he landed, his high-speed body rubbed against the ground, leaving not a single good bone in his entire body, inside and out.

Despite his gruesome death, Platoon Leader Zenchu Oyu was actually lucky, at least he died instantly and was spared a lot of pain.

Captain Mizumi Munetaka was still holding up his command saber and shouting loudly, but no one responded. Instead, he heard the groans and screams of many Japanese soldiers, as well as the neighing of warhorses.

These sounds made Captain Mizumi Munetaka's struggles seem even smaller and more helpless.

Those Japanese soldiers who had been hit by countless iron pellets from the directional mines, and who had luckily fallen on the bellies of the warhorses in front of them without being hurt a second time, now had to endure the feeling of being like water bags that had been punctured, bleeding everywhere, with pain everywhere.

And yet, they couldn't die for the time being. This kind of pain caused them to roll around on the ground, constantly wailing and praying for a Japanese soldier to help them and send them back to the embrace of the Great Sun Goddess.

At this moment, even death had become a luxury for these Japanese soldiers! The Japanese soldiers who had fallen to the ground wanted to die but couldn't, while the Japanese soldiers who were still on their warhorses couldn't ask for life.

Captain Mizumi Munetaka was hit by a piece of shrapnel, and his repeated cries of "Kill! Kill!" finally came to an abrupt end.

But he wasn't the last Japanese soldier in the entire squadron to die. At least a dozen Japanese soldiers were still charging wildly to the left, afraid to go forward because the Special Operations Brigade in front was too strong.

They didn't dare to go back either, as warhorses didn't have the ability to turn around on the spot when charging. These dozen or so Japanese soldiers could only charge to the side, trying to charge out of the battlefield like this.

Sergeant Okihama Yohei was one of these Japanese soldiers, and he had been in the middle of the Japanese formation all along.

That was why he had managed to survive until now. He had heard Mizumi Munetaka's helpless orders, but Okihama Yohei hadn't obeyed them. Instead, he had quietly turned his horse to the side and charged away.

Now, he had charged out more than twenty meters, and although he could still hear the whistling of bullets in his ears,

he could feel that the smoke in this area had thinned out a bit. Soon, he would be able to charge out of the smoke-filled battlefield.

The excited Sergeant Okihama Yohei glanced back proudly. Sergeant Yutomo, who had been behind him, had been shot off his horse by the Japanese soldiers. Of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers who had been following him, only three were left.

It was good that the dead Japanese soldiers weren't him! Sergeant Okihama Yohei didn't care about them. He hunched down, trying to curl up on the back of his horse and turn himself into a feather or a horsehair attached to the horse, so that the horse could run faster.

Feeling the horse's rhythmic gallop, Okihama Yohei felt as if he had really become a part of the horse, able to feel the contraction of every muscle in his body.

Suddenly, he felt as if the horse's hooves had become shorter. When it landed, the warhorse could no longer maintain its balance and its entire body pitched forward.

Okihama Yohei was finally not a feather or a horsehair. His body was thrown off the warhorse.

Okihama Yohei had long imagined this situation. When he was thrown off the horse, he curled up his entire body into a ball as much as possible.

He wanted to be thrown out like a ball, and then roll a few times on the ground, hoping that he could still stand up and continue to run away.

Reality was finally not what he had imagined. When Sergeant Okihama Yohei, the ball, landed, it was right on top of a small tree stump that had been broken by a shell. He was immediately impaled on the tree stump and could no longer stretch out.

This bizarre scene wasn't discovered until the 2nd Company's soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield.

Wu Long looked at a Japanese soldier who was actually able to curl up into a ball and be forked up by a tree stump, and who hadn't died even at this point.

This was also the most unique Japanese soldier they had ever seen since they started fighting the Japanese.

The smoke cleared, revealing a scene of devastation on the battlefield. The soldiers of the 2nd Company immediately rushed out to clean up the battlefield.

The battle had progressed too quickly today, and even though Tang Youwei's logistics team had cleaned up the battlefield with the help of thousands of nearby villagers,

they still hadn't completely cleaned up the entire battlefield. The 2nd Company's position still had to be cleaned up by themselves: In the spirit of humanitarianism, they had to send away the Japanese soldiers who were still groaning.

Allowing the Japanese soldiers who were rolling around on the ground and wailing to be freed from their pain as soon as possible was the greatest kindness of the Special Operations Brigade's soldiers.

Those people who had been busy behind the 2nd Company were now busy around the cannons again.

However, they didn't have much time to be busy before Company Commander Wu Long received a report: Twelve Japanese tanks and several hundred infantrymen were advancing along the road towards them. They were only a little over a thousand meters away.

What could they do? Company Commander Wu could only have the entire company temporarily return to the barricade and prepare for battle.

At the same time, he reported the latest situation on the battlefield to Regiment Commander Chen Sichuan. After receiving the report, Chen Sichuan didn't hesitate: the 12th Company would immediately begin test firing, preparing to bombard the position in front of the 2nd Company.

Company Commander Wu quickly reported, "Regimental Commander! There are still more than a hundred warhorses within two hundred meters in front of our position, already slaughtered and just waiting to be butchered."

Company Commander Si Binwei immediately said, "Don't worry! I guarantee that not a single piece of meat will be harmed!"

The 12th Company's four rocket launchers immediately began their first test firing. After three test shots, the four rocket launchers began firing simultaneously.

Captain Goto Yuma watched the shells explode not far away, the dust raised by the explosions covering an area of about ten square meters.

He didn't take it seriously. Although Fangtang Dun, Bian Binbiao, and the other trash had reported that the Special Operations Brigade's heavy artillery was powerful,

it now seemed that they had only deliberately exaggerated the enemy in order to conceal their own incompetence and cover up their poor performance in battle.

Several shells in a row were the same. One shell even exploded in the middle of his tank squadron, but other than killing three infantrymen,

the fragments of the shells hitting the armor made a very crisp sound.

To Captain Goto Yuma, the crisp sound was extremely painful for the soldiers of Sergeant Yamashita Keigo's crew who had been hit by the shell fragments.

The fragments striking the armor were like wooden stakes hitting it. The Japanese soldiers sitting inside the tanks were like being inside a bronze bell. Listening to the sound, their entire bodies trembled with it, and their heads felt as if they were about to explode.

The sound didn't disappear for a while, and even after it stopped, the Japanese soldiers inside were still struggling in agony from the aftereffects.

Fortunately, they eventually survived, as the tank hadn't suffered any real damage.

What happened next was what really happened. The entire area was immediately surrounded by a thick smoke that enveloped the entire tank squadron.

The explosions of the shells caused the ground to shake. Even Yamashita Keigo, who was inside the tank, could feel it.

He felt as if the tank was a small boat in the ocean, sailing through the waves, bouncing up and down with the waves.

The tank that Yamashita Keigo was driving was once again hit by fragments. This time, it wasn't just the sound that was being transmitted inside.

Countless fragments pierced the tank's armor, flew into the tank, and ricocheted around the narrow space, changing direction every time they hit a metal wall. In the end, the four Japanese soldiers in Yamashita Keigo's tank group blocked all of this with their bodies.

Only then did the steel fragments that had been wreaking havoc inside the tank seem to have completed their mission and come to a stop. The four Japanese soldiers in the tank had also completed their mission and lay motionless on the ground, covered in blood.

The tank where Captain Goto Yuma was also didn't escape its fate. When he felt the tank start to shake, he immediately ordered, "Full speed! Full speed serpentine!" This kind of shaking could only be caused by shells bombarding the tank.

At this time, he didn't know that what was bombarding him wasn't a single anti-tank gun. He was just using the anti-tank gun evasion technique to order Makino Uchi Yuki, who was driving the tank, to immediately begin serpentine maneuvering.

Makino Uchi Yuki was the most skilled driver in the entire tank squadron. When he sensed that the situation outside the tank was changing, he had already started to move.

He stepped on the accelerator and began to shake the control stick. The tank had already started to turn to the right when the captain gave the order.

The diesel engine made a huge noise, and the smoke it produced mixed with the smoke from the exploding shells, making it impossible to tell them apart.

Sure enough, after the tank had traveled a few steps to the right, the shaking became less intense. Makino Uchi Yuki then began to turn to the left. Serpentine maneuvering, of course, wasn't about moving in one direction, as that would make it easy for the opponent to figure out the tank's next position and calculate the lead, resulting in a one-shot kill.

All the tanks in the entire Goto squadron that hadn't been hit were all weaving left and right in this way to avoid the shells that were being fired at them.