The guerrillas looked at each other, feeling confused and unwilling. The enemy's back was close at hand, and the dawn of victory seemed to be waved in front of him.

However, Leader Ye's firm and urgent voice was like a wake-up call, instantly shattering the hesitation and obsession in their hearts.

Although the guerrillas were unwilling to accept it, they quickly realized the crisis of the situation. They began to retreat quickly and in an orderly manner, and each step seemed so decisive and helpless.

The whistling of shells was getting closer and closer, and the air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and the pungent smell of the soil being blown away.

At this moment, a shell hit the ground not far from them, and the impact of the explosion made the entire ground tremble.

The fire rose into the sky, illuminating the entire dark jungle and making the guerrillas long.

The shock waves generated by the explosion were mixed with splashing gravel and dust, and were raging around like the roar of a demon.

With their agility and experience gained from long-term combat, the guerrillas avoided this sudden disaster one after another.

They either roll or jump, and each of them was using their own strength to escape this sudden artillery attack, striving to find a glimmer of life and death in this moment of life and death.

Dragon Boat Festival always rushed to the front and used his solid body to point out the way to avoid risks for the team members.

As an experienced special forces soldier, Dragon Boat Festival can judge the approximate landing point of the shell by the sound of cannons.

Although this is limited to the first shelling, it is enough.

"Everyone follows me, don't panic!"

The sound of Dragon Boat Festival, every word of his words, was like an arrow released from a tight bowstring, leading the actions of all participating guerrillas.

With his command, everyone seemed to be driven by an invisible force, passing through the terrain of overgrown weeds and gravels at an astonishing speed, running towards the depths of the dense forest.

And just as they stepped into the depths of the forest, a few dazzling red lights passed through the sky, and then a deafening roar exploded like thunder, instantly tearing the earth apart.

The Japanese shells fell with an irresistible force and exploded in the clearing ground where the guerrillas were located.

In an instant, the earth moved and the mountains shook, and the fires soared into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

The center of the explosion seemed to have become a huge furnace, devouring everything around it.

The soil, stones, and even air were torn apart by this terrifying force, melted, and turned into a chaotic storm and raging outwards.

The shock wave was mixed with high temperatures and sharp debris, like a demon in a storm, ravaging the open space that was just a guerrilla haven.

The trees were ruthlessly broken, the branches and leaves flew, and the air was filled with pungent smoke and burning smell. All signs of life seemed so small and fragile in the face of this devastating power.

In this explosion craze, the guerrillas clinged to the ground and barely resisted part of the impact with the weak barrier provided by the forest.

Their hearts were beating like drums, and the deafening explosion echoed in their ears, and the dazzling fire and destruction reflected in their eyes.

But there was no fear in their eyes, only a stronger belief and unyielding will.

Under the leadership of Dragon Boat Festival, except for a few guerrillas who were scratched by shell fragments, the other guerrillas arrived safely outside the range of the Japanese artillery attacks.

They stood against the big tree, still breathing violently. It was caused by running at a short time just now.

But even though they were breathing violently due to lack of oxygen at this time, they still couldn't hide the joy of the aftermath of the disaster.

Even a little soldier couldn't help asking: "Leader Ye, how did you know where the Japanese guns would hit?"

Dragon Boat Festival smiled and said, "The sound, the sound of shells flying through the air will vary depending on the direction. And the closer the shells are to us, the louder the sound will be. So it is entirely possible for us to quickly get out of the position of the artillery attack before the shells fall."

The guerrilla was overjoyed and said, "Then won't the Japanese shells hit us in the future?"

Dragon Boat Festival laughed again and said, "How is it that easy? If the Japanese don't hit a single blow, they will adjust their tactics immediately. Moreover, generally speaking, the use of artillery is carpet-style bombing, so it is not so easy to avoid.

But as long as you master this skill, on the battlefield, at least your chances of survival are much higher than others."

"oh oh!"

The guerrillas around him nodded and admired the leader Ye even more.

But at this moment, the Japanese mechanized corps were approaching, the roar of the chariot engine was deafening, and the sky was covered by thick smoke. Even at noon, the sun's light still seemed dull.

The slight sound of the mechanical rotation of the turret seemed particularly harsh in this tense atmosphere. They were like the pointers of death, quietly calculating the countdown of life.

The guerrillas held the weapons in their hands tightly, with unrestrained reckless eyes on the upcoming battle and a hint of undetectable worry.

Facing the Japanese chariots, in the previous tactics, they mainly rely on full coverage of artillery fire to destroy the enemy's chariots one by one.

But now, they are in dense woods, and this change in natural environment undoubtedly brings unprecedented challenges to their combat strategies.

In this lush forest, the sight is blocked and the space is limited, making it difficult for traditional heavy artillery such as mortars to exert their due power.

The ballistics of shells are unpredictable due to the obstruction of trees, and may even cause unnecessary risks by accidentally injuring a friendly army or detonating a tree.

So at this time, they had no idea what to use to deal with these steel monsters.

The same is true for Dragon Boat Festival. Although there are only a dozen Japanese chariots, there are many Japanese infantry. It is estimated that Japanese infantry must be no less than one infantry brigade.

In this case, even though he had the means to deal with the Japanese chariots, he was still powerless.

Because there are too many Japanese infantry, there is no chance to get close to the enemy's chariots.

If you can't get close to the enemy's chariots, how can you blow them up?

Fortunately, the Dragon Boat Festival asked Mashan Cannon to prepare mines and explosives.

Ordinary landmines are useless for tanks, but the bottom of the Japanese tank is very thin. Anti-tank mines composed of mines and explosives should theoretically blow up the Japanese tanks.

So the Dragon Boat Festival ordered Ma Shanpao and others to hide in place and wait to blow up the Japanese chariots, while he led other guerrillas into multiple combat teams to block the Japanese in the forest, creating opportunities for Tang Jiujiu, Ma Hu and others to leave.
Chapter completed!