Heart pounding and hands trembling, Kokauchishishio, was feeling the heat from the burning tanks, his face flushed red.

"With such a big fire, won't the shells inside the tanks explode?" The thought had barely crossed his mind when the sound of shells exploding came from inside the tanks, as if on cue.

At this point, Kokauchishishio dared not delay any longer. He slammed his foot on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel to the left, and veered straight off the road.

He wanted to leave this hellish place, or at least not wait here to be blown up by exploding shells or burned alive by the flames.

As his vehicle was halfway off the road, the exposed space and raging flames turned the car behind him into a direct target.

Yamamoto Jiro, in the second vehicle, quickly followed suit, accelerating and swerving off the road like the car in front of him.

With the space created by Yamamoto Jiro ahead, Yamamoto Jiro's maneuver was much more decisive and swift.

His car drove off the road, the front wheels crossed the line, and began to slide down the slope. This was just the beginning.

Yamamoto Jiro knew in his heart: this was bad! His car was leaning forward, which wasn't important or scary.

What was frightening was that his car was also tilting to the left. The slope was too steep, and his car hadn't driven straight down but had recklessly veered off the road at an angle. This was a disaster.

The tragedy wasn't just for Yamamoto Jiro. Kokauchishishio would meet the same fate.

Both cars left the road and began to roll over on the slope, maintaining that posture all the way down. Fortunately, the slope, though steep, wasn't very high.

The cars slid only a few meters before coming to a stop at the bottom. The Japanese soldiers inside were banged up and bleeding, but not yet dead.

They crawled out from the other side in a sorry state, not daring to linger, and ran towards the cars behind them.

By this time, they could see many people rushing towards them in the distance.

Those people were definitely not coming to put out the fire! Kokauchishishio and Yamamoto Jiro would bet their lives on that.

The militiamen of the First Company of the Sishui Security First Regiment saw the Japanese cars driving themselves off the road and overturning.

Pan Zhong and Deng Xian laughed with glee. "Look at the Japs! They drove themselves off the cliff!"

Yu Zhiming of the Second Company pointed at the frantically moving Japanese soldiers and said, "They're panicking, they're scared! The Japs are running away!"

Qian Jia, the Second Company Commander, said with a smile, "Brothers! The Japs aren't so tough after all.

Look, their tanks are burning, and their cars are turning around, getting ready to run.

Let's pick up the pace, run faster, kill those Japs, and seize those cars."

Although the militiamen of the Security First Regiment were in high spirits, all wanting to run faster, they were ultimately no match for the regular soldiers of the Lunan Detachment's First Regiment.

The regular soldiers of the Lunan Detachment had a ten-kilometer cross-country run every day.

When it came to running, they were professionals. Even though there were still over eight hundred meters to the Japanese motorcade, the soldiers of the First and Second Companies didn't mind.

They never doubted that they could catch up. In fact, they had seen the Japanese cars overturned.

The soldiers' pace remained unchanged, still so vigorous, as they quickly pursued the Japanese. Just two hundred meters into the chase, a continuous series of shell explosions rang out again.

Despite their rapid advance, all the soldiers still looked towards the Japanese tanks. They saw the tanks that had been maneuvering and dodging were now all sitting ducks.

Seeing the Japanese tanks all sitting still, the soldiers chasing the cars felt even more energized, and they ran even faster.

Hearing the explosions, Tsuki Shishio couldn't help but freeze.

He had just witnessed the two cars in front of him step on the gas, drive off the road, and overturn below.

The two unfortunate Japanese soldiers were now standing to the left of his car, giving him directions.

Kokauchishishio was directing Car Number Three to reverse when the sound of shells exploding made him forget all about directing.

He ran to the edge of the road and looked ahead, wanting to see what had happened to the tank formation.

When his car had slid down the road, he had seen that half of the tanks were on fire, but six were still struggling.

Now that the shelling had started again, he wanted to know if the remaining six tanks could survive.

Kokauchishishio's eyes were met with disappointment: the remaining six tanks were all parked on the road, motionless.

No longer struggling, no longer moving, clearly giving up. Although he couldn't see the extent of the damage from his angle, Kokauchishishio saw that the tanks were all emitting black smoke, which clearly meant they had been hit.

At this point, he was even more anxious: the tanks were the first target, and next would certainly be their cars.

Thinking this, Kokauchishishio quickly returned to his post and continued directing Tsuki Shishio to reverse. Fortunately, the two cars in front had gone into the ditch, leaving Tsuki Shishio with enough room to maneuver.

His car reversed relatively smoothly, but Car Number Four behind him didn't have as much space, so the maneuver was very slow.

This made the waiting Japanese soldiers extremely anxious, wishing they could rush up and lift Car Number Four to turn it around.

The soldiers charging from afar were getting closer and closer, which was truly alarming!

Yamamoto Jiro, Kokauchishishio, Tsuki Shishio, and the other Japanese soldiers began to curse the cars blocking the way.

Especially Kokauchishishio and Yamamoto Jiro, they both wanted to get out of the car and run away, but they were afraid that the road would suddenly clear, and they would be left behind. But if they didn't get out and run, they were afraid that the approaching Chinese army would arrive before the road was clear.

What to do? The two Japanese soldiers looked at each other, unable to make up their minds.

While they couldn't decide, Tsuki Shishio had no choice but to grip the steering wheel tightly, step on the gas pedal, rev the engine, and curse a few times, waiting for the cars blocking the way to move.

Tsuki Shishio occasionally glanced at the approaching soldiers. The two sides were less than five hundred meters apart, but the enemy hadn't opened fire.

They were still running hard. The entire motorcade of Japanese soldiers began to panic.

The more panicked they became, the more mistakes they made. One of the cars suddenly stalled in the middle of the road, which could cost the lives of the cars behind it.

Kokauchishishio finally couldn't bear it anymore. He opened the door, got out of the car, and ran forward.

He had realized: he was stupid, really too stupid.

Since they were all hitchhiking, he should have rushed to the last car earlier and hitched a ride. That way, he might have been able to escape.

Hopefully, it wasn't too late!

When Kokauchishishio opened the door and fled, Yamamoto Jiro quickly followed. Finally, even Tsuki Shishio stalled the engine, stopped the car.

Abandoning the car, he caught up with the two pioneers and ran forward with them. Soon, their group of Japanese soldiers began to grow.

The anxious Japanese soldiers, seeing that the stalled car in front couldn't be moved, followed Kokauchishishio's example, got out of the car, and ran forward.

They all had the same idea: get to the first car. As long as they could escape, that would be the greatest victory.

The motorcade had been completely wiped out. If they could return alive, they would be a hundred times better off than the motorcade.

Just as these Japanese soldiers were rushing towards the car that was now in first place,

The driver of that car, Nishishishi Daizhi, finally managed to turn the car around under the urging of Nakakishishima Taiyo.

Just as he was about to step on the gas and make a getaway, he heard the shouts of other Japanese soldiers behind him: "Wait for me!"

"Wait for me!"

"Nishishishi, wait for me!"

...

Nishishishi Daizhi turned a deaf ear to these shouts. He knew clearly that those Japanese soldiers wanted to hitch a ride.

Nakakishishima Taiyo, who was behind him, was closer to them. Let him pick up those Japanese soldiers!

"I'm leaving first!" Nishishishi Daizhi said to the Japanese soldiers who were calling out to him.

He slammed his foot on the accelerator, released the clutch, and the car shot forward like a wild horse.

At that moment, the Japanese soldiers who had been eagerly calling out and looking forward to Nishishishi Daizhi all stopped in their tracks.

Time seemed to stand still. The Japanese soldiers saw in horror countless shells streaking across the sky, heading towards Nishishishi Daizhi's car, which had just started moving.

It was like moths to a flame, or flies to honey. Although many shells missed their mark, many others hit.

The car carrying the oil drums was torn to pieces in the explosions. Many of the oil drums were blasted high into the air, flying in all directions. Some of them had already caught fire while still airborne.

Kokauchishishio, Yamamoto Jiro, and their group of Japanese soldiers, who had been rushing forward, stopped in their tracks, not daring to continue.

Ahead was a sea of fire, behind were the pursuers. What should they do?

Nakakishishima Taiyo watched as Nishishishi Daizhi's car turned into countless tiny balls of fire.

The road ahead was impassable. He tried to drive the car off the road. When he was reversing, he had observed that the slope, though steep, was manageable.

He began a new maneuver, trying to align the car perpendicularly to the road and drive straight down.

The car next to him was engulfed in flames. Nakakishishima Taiyo was panicking and his hands were shaking. But he knew that if they didn't drive away, they would never escape.

This was a time for survival, and he dared not stop. The Japanese soldiers who had stopped saw Nakakishishima Taiyo struggling and immediately understood his idea.

Without regard for anything else, they swarmed forward, trying to climb onto the car first.

As for whether they could escape, that was up to fate. But without getting on the car, they would definitely not escape.

The First and Second Companies, which had rushed closer, saw that the leading car had been blown up by their own artillery.

Everyone cheered. They were now less than two hundred meters from the Japanese, and all the soldiers began to sprint.

The First Platoon Commander saw that the Japanese car was about to drive into the fields and was afraid that it would escape.

He immediately stopped and ordered loudly: "First Platoon, all units! Aim at the tires of that car, fire!"

After his order was issued, more than fifty soldiers stopped and quickly opened fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

...

The gunfire lasted for dozens of shots. Nakakishishima Taiyo, who was driving down the slope, tried to straighten the steering wheel, controlling the car to slide down the slope perpendicularly.

At that moment, he heard the sound of gunfire. Bullets whizzed past his ears.

Then he heard a loud "Bang!" and the car he was controlling suddenly swerved, tilting to the left.

The left tire of his car had been hit by a bullet and burst, causing the entire car to overturn.

The more than twenty Japanese soldiers crowded into the car were now in a terrible situation.

There were fifteen oil drums on the roof of the car, most of them full, weighing over a hundred kilograms each.

Even empty oil drums weighed more than thirty pounds each. Now that the car had overturned, the oil drums shifted and crushed against each other. The Japanese soldiers who were squeezed between the oil drums were immediately crushed, their bones broken. However, their heads remained intact, so they couldn't die for the time being.

The twenty-odd Japanese soldiers were all in a terrible state. Kokauchishishio was being crushed by two full oil drums, his entire lower body crushed, leaving only his upper body able to move.

Lying on the ground, with oil drums pressing down on his lower body, Kokauchishishio wailed and tried to push the oil drums away with his hands, trying to drag his lower body, which had been completely flattened, out.

Nakakishishima Taiyo struggled to climb out of the driver's seat and was stunned by the scene on the ground.

He had never seen such a gruesome sight. Even hell was better than the situation in his car.

The entire car and the surrounding ground were covered with oil drums and crushed Japanese soldiers. There were only fifteen oil drums, but more than twenty Japanese soldiers.

The common feature of these Japanese soldiers was that they were all lying on the ground. Some whose bodies were not pressed down by oil drums, having just struggled out, were dragging their completely immobile lower bodies, trying to crawl away from the devilish car.

Still more Japanese soldiers were being crushed by the oil drums, screaming in unison.

Seeing this gruesome sight, Nakakishishima Taiyo's desire to escape faded. He rushed forward, struggled to push away an oil drum, and dragged Kokauchishishio, who was being crushed by the oil drum, to a slightly safer place.

Kokauchishishio's lower body was completely flattened, like the tail of a landed fish dragging behind his body.

Although Kokauchishishio was in a safe place, he still tried to crawl away with his hands. He was too afraid of this place and wanted to get as far away as possible.

Behind him was a long trail of blood, which started from the overturned car and now numbered six or seven.

Nakakishishima Taiyo ignored everything else. He ran over, pushed away another oil drum, and rescued Yamamoto Jiro.

Yamamoto Jiro's condition wasn't much better. He, too, had suddenly transformed from a Japanese soldier into a fish demon. His lower body had become a tail in that short amount of time, not only flattened but also squeezed together. He couldn't separate it himself.

Nakakishishima Taiyo didn't have time to help him separate it. Another bloody trail stretched far into the distance.

Nakakishishima Taiyo was only busy pushing away the oil drums and dragging out the crushed Japanese soldiers, completely unaware of the nearby gunfire.

First Platoon Commander ordered his men to shoot at the tires of the Japanese car. The whole platoon working together had an amazing effect: they overturned the car in one shot.

Soldier said in amazement, "Platoon Leader! You commanded so well. You broke the Japs' legs in one shot, and they can't run away."

Indeed, the soldiers of the First and Second Companies, who were charging forward, saw that the car that was trying to escape off the road had overturned.

They immediately changed their direction and charged towards the cars that were still on the road.

Some of the cars still had Japanese drivers who were struggling, trying to drive their cars into the fields and escape, just like Nakakishishima Taiyo.

The cars drove to the edge of the road, and the Japanese soldiers saw the gruesome scene of Nakakishishima Taiyo's car, they suddenly became timid.

Onlookers see clearly! They knew, of course, that the Japanese soldiers who had been crushed by the oil drums had a ninety-nine percent chance of not surviving.

Their entire lower bodies had been crushed into pancakes. Did they really think that the Japanese soldiers were cats with nine lives?

Now they couldn't advance, couldn't retreat, couldn't go left, couldn't run right.

The Japanese soldiers were really panicking. They were trapped, with no way out. What should they do?

As the Japanese soldiers hesitated, the soldiers of the First and Second Companies charged to the front.

Jiang went in one step towards the Jap car, holding his rifle in his hand, and shouted to the Japs in the car "Extinguish the fire! Get out of the car!"

The Japs in the car wanted to resist, ignoring the bright bayonet, but they didn't move.

Platoon commander did not tolerate this. With his right hand holding his gun, he quickly thrust the bayonet into the Jap throat.

The left hand simultaneously reached in and turned the car key, extinguishing the fire! The whole set of actions to kill the Japs was smooth and effortless, completed in an instant.

Nakakishishima Taiyo was completely immersed in his own world, ignoring everything that was happening around him, only continuing to drag out the Japanese soldiers who were being crushed by the oil drums.

He believed that these Japanese soldiers were in this situation because of his mistake. He felt very guilty, so much so that he didn't know that there were already more than twenty soldiers around him.

Looking at this Jap constantly busy saving people, some in the team felt touched said to the company commander, "Are there such people among the Japanese?"

Zhao, company commander, sneered: "Japs are only feeling sorry for their own kind, which cannot change their beastly nature."

He knew that according to the rules of the, these Japs were all to be killed.

It's just that Company Commander Zhao really couldn't bring himself to do it now. Although he could say that to , he couldn't bring himself to do it, nor could he give the order.

Hou, team lead, and his group had already cleaned up the rest of the Japs in various places.

At this time, they came rushing over with the soldiers and saw this situation, they immediately said, "You haven't seen the cruelty of the Japs. Just a few days ago, in , they killed an entire village of more than two thousand people, from adults to children.

Japs are the most inhumane. They have always acted like beasts. They are afraid of you if you are strong, and they will think you are weak and easily bullied if you are polite to them."

While was speaking, the soldiers of the came rushing up and stabbed Taiyo in the chest, the blade exiting through his back.

The remaining Japs were also finished off by the soldiers, which was a bargain for those Japs like .

If it weren't for these soldiers of the team, these Japs would have been in a situation where they couldn't live or die, wailing in agony, and had to suffer for at least a few hours.

Feng saw that all the Jap motorcades had been left behind, he immediately informed the 11th and 12th companies to lift their vigilance in that direction.

When heard that all twelve Jap tanks had been destroyed. There were twelve cars, except for one car that had been blown open by shells, the rest were eight cars that were intact and three cars that had overturned.

He was extremely happy and ordered Feng: "Immediately right the overturned cars, inspect them carefully, and see if they can be driven.

If they cannot be driven, they must be towed back and repaired."

At this time, the 11th Company reported: "commander! We have discovered a Jap cavalry unit coming from a distance."

"How many Japs are there?"

"About seven or eight hundred!"

looked at the area in charge of the First and Second Companies. The smoke was rising straight into the sky, which was the smoke and dust produced by the burning tanks and cars. These could not be concealed at all.

He could only order: "The 11th and 12th Companies, wait until the Jap cavalry enters the ambush circle, then attack immediately!

Try to annihilate them all! Don't let a single Jap escape!"

After finishing speaking, he ordered again: "First Company, Second Company, leave the Second Company to clean up the battlefield, and the remaining three companies, immediately hide near the river.

When the battle of the 11th and 12th Companies on the front line starts, immediately cross the river and assist in the attack.

The 3rd, 4th, and 5th Companies, immediately move closer to the positions of the 11th and 12th Companies, and wait for orders."

After receiving the orders, the companies immediately began to act. In this battle, unless specifically instructed by , each company was to act together with the corresponding company of the Guard Regiment.

In fact, one company was the strength of two companies.

Captain, leading a cavalry team, set out from Xuzhou. When these cavalrymen's horses were sprinting at top speed, they could reach 60 kilometers per hour.

But they did not dare to run so fast during normal marches. The horses could only maintain top speed for a few minutes before slowing down.

During normal marches, the horse team's speed was only maintained at 10 to 13 kilometers per hour.

Therefore, this cavalry team was slightly slower than tanks and slightly faster than infantry.

Looking at the black smoke rising in front of him, Captain could not help but frown. He did not know why.

From that black smoke, he saw an ominous sign!