In the evening when the setting sun is like blood, the green mountains and forests and the winding Huangxiao River slowly move eastward from the foot of Dabie Mountain.
Along the river, a group of Japanese cavalry stepped on the water with iron hooves, splashing water all the way, and headed straight for the Dabie Mountains.
On a small hill at the eastern foot of Dabie Mountain, several Japanese cavalrymen stationed their horses to guard the surrounding areas after a week of inspection.
The leader of the Japanese army, the Major, stood solemnly. He slowly took off his military cap and military uniform, and carefully tied the white samurai turban on his head. Then he knelt on his legs, facing up to the sky, holding his sword horizontally, and muttering something in his mouth.
Suddenly he suddenly stood up, held the sword upright, and screamed wildly. Suddenly he raised the sword with one arm, thrust the sword into the ground, knelt for a long time, and cried silently.
The Japanese adjutant Kuroki slowly stepped forward, took the major's arm, and said: "Ueno-kun, your brother's heroic spirit is watching you, and we will use the blood of the Chinese to commemorate him."
Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot. Kuroki pressed his hand on Ueno's back in alarm and quickly fell to the ground. When Kuroki raised his head and looked around, there was no sound. But when Kuroki looked at Ueno
, Ueno's snow-white shirt was already bright red, and a bullet came from nowhere and hit the major between the eyebrows.
"Ueno-kun——" Kuroki shouted loudly.
"Pursue!" Heimu drew out his sword, pointed at the forest, and ordered the soldiers to pursue the enemy. A dozen Japanese cavalry rushed into the forest on horseback, searching everywhere, but could not find any trace of anyone in the dense forest. The Japanese cavalry seemed to have no trace.
The flies on the head are buzzing around.
"Bah!" two gunshots rang out, and the two Japanese soldiers fell from their horses to the ground. The bright red blood dripped on the fallen leaves, decorating them and enriching our mountain forest.
Kuroki became anxious when he saw it. He waved his saber and rode into the forest with the remaining dozen Japanese cavalry. Kuroki wanted to win with the speed of the cavalry, so he divided the cavalry into two teams and rushed forward along with the sound of gunfire.
When the war horse traveled more than two hundred meters through the dense forest, gunfire rang out again, but behind him, a Japanese soldier was shot in the back and fell off the horse. Kuroki hurriedly turned the horse's head and saw a figure quickly sliding down from the tree, turning over and leaping
He got on his cavalry's horse and disappeared into the forest in an instant.
Only then did Kuroki realize that something was wrong, and immediately ordered all the soldiers to dismount and form a covering formation to search and move forward.
It was early autumn, and the forest was dense and luxuriant. It was difficult to spot someone hiding within a few meters. Kuroki led the soldiers, walking one step at a time instead of half steps, covering a distance of 200 meters from 100 meters to 300 meters in half an hour.
, but it feels like walking 300 meters for half a month.
Suddenly, there was a "boom" and an explosion happened right next to Kuroki. The two Japanese soldiers were already mangled with blood. Kuroki was knocked to the ground by the explosion and his heart went blank.
Kuroki, who was helped up by other soldiers, was a little confused. The arrogance and arrogance of the past were suddenly wrapped in inexplicable fear. Kuroki touched the soldier's blood spattered on his face, looked up and saw that it was getting late, and decided that it would be better to get out as soon as possible. So he took
The remaining soldiers cautiously and fearfully retreated out of the mountains and forests. But they still did not dare to be careless. Their eyes were wide open, their ears were straight, and their guns were clenched in their hands with sweat, cold sweat; sweat was showing on their backs.
Cool, ice cold.
The neighing of war horses was heard in the distance, and Kuroki knew that it was over, the cavalry's horse was lost, which was a great shame for the cavalry. But now he had to save his life first. It seemed that he could not return along the original road, and had to go around the place where the horse was left.
Only then can we get out of the forest safely.
The sky was darkening little by little, and the danger was approaching step by step. Although there were more than a dozen soldiers around him, he suddenly felt weak and alone in the vast and dense mountains and forests of China.
"Finally we are almost out," Kuroki thought. Kuroki heard the sound of the river and saw the white light of the river through the gaps in the forest. The difficult time was about to pass, and hope was just in front of him. Kuroki knew that the number of enemies was actually
Not much. Once out of the forest, he could lead his soldiers on a rampage again. Seeing hope, Kuroki suddenly became energetic and ordered the soldiers to speed up.
At the moment Heimu led the soldiers out of the forest, four gunshots rang out, and the four soldiers who came out of the forest first fell to the ground almost at the same time. The soldiers who had not yet walked out of the forest quickly fell down. Seeing this, Heimu panicked.
Hearing the order, the lying soldiers rushed out of the mountain forest desperately, only to see four figures riding war horses and disappearing like a gust of wind.
Kuroki ignored the pursuit and fled with the body of Major Ueno, heading straight for Wuchang City.
It was an evening in the early autumn of 1941. On the Dabie Mountains, on the banks of the Huangxiao River, one soldier, six civilians, seven bullets, and one mine killed eight enemy cavalrymen and one cavalry major. Long-term persistence behind enemy lines, an accident and another