After the order for dispersion and transfer was issued, in order to avoid being targeted by the opponent, the corps leader also dispersed the guards around him, leaving only an infantry squad guard next to him.

The rumbling cannon sound did not stop because of the Japanese army's dispersion. The shells were smashed round after round, just like they didn't have money.

The captain's ears were no longer heard except for the explosion of shells, and he was dragged around by the guards.

He was particularly unlucky. As soon as the troops were split, they were targeted by several mortars.

But no matter where he ran, the shells falling from the sky could always find them and hit them.

After losing more than 20 guards in a row, several mortars focused on other troops and continued firing.

The corps captain took a breath, and the captain of the guard beside him shouted gladly: "Sir, we are so lucky. It must be Amaterasu who is blessing you. The enemy's artillery fire that attacked us has been removed!"

The captain of the regiment cursed without hesitation: "Are you a pig? You can't tell such a simple thing!"

"The enemy's artillery fire was transferred away not because we were too lucky, nor because God Amaterasu appeared, but because we had too few troops, and the enemy's round of shells had achieved too few results, so we didn't want to waste shells on us."

"If I consider the overall situation, I would rather these shells continue to hit us, so that their round of shells can only kill a few of our soldiers. But if they hit other places, one round of shells will likely kill a dozen of our soldiers..."

"There must be a large number of artillery observers hidden around us, guiding their artillery troops to fire in places with a large population, killing our troops in large numbers and weakening our combat effectiveness!"

The guard captain was speechless when scolded. Although he agreed with the team leader's analysis, he did not respond.

His duty is to protect the safety of the troop captain. As long as the troop captain is fine, no matter how powerful the enemy's shells are or how many troops are killed or injured, it has nothing to do with him.

While the captain of the regiment was not targeted by artillery fire, he immediately ordered the guard to move further away...

"Boom..." A roar suddenly sounded behind a earth beam five or six hundred meters away in front.

The sound was very loud, and even the explosion of the shell was suppressed by it. The corps leader quickly looked in the direction where the sound came.

First, a large area of ​​silver sabers emerged from the top of the ridge and entered the vision of the corps leader, and then he saw the cavalry holding the sabers high.

They quickly crossed the ridge, like a group of wolves smelling blood, waving their sabers and yelling at the battlefield.

The closer the two sides were, the louder the horse hooves caused by the cavalry assault became, deafening, just like thunder.

The land under his feet was trembling with shock.

The corps captain's face suddenly turned pale and he cried out: "They were wearing Eighth Route Army uniforms, and the cavalry units that attacked us..."

"They only have one cavalry company and don't have many troops. Immediately set up the light and heavy machine guns and block them with machine gun fire. The speed is faster, otherwise it will be too late!"

The explosion in his ears continued, and coupled with the sudden sound of horse hooves, the voice of the wing captain was no match for them. As a result, only the guard captain heard his order and quickly called on the guard's only two crooked handles to push forward...

As for the troops that were a little further away, under the cover of the sound of cannons and horse hooves, they could not hear what the regiment captain had just said, so they could only fight for their own battles.

The cavalry company was assaulting the cavalry company, but he didn't expect to hit him and targeted the Japanese corps captain as soon as he made a move.

Seeing that the Japanese army was only preparing to push two crooked hands to block him, the cavalry company commander immediately became excited.

The first round of fighting with the Japanese and puppet troops was the first difficulty that the cavalry had to overcome when launching an attack, and it was also the most dangerous difficulty.

If the Japanese army blocked heavy machine guns and a large number of light machine guns in front, the cavalry would definitely pay a huge price when assaulting, and it might be possible that they would fail.

But as long as the cavalry troops successfully overcome the first difficulty, break through the fire interception of the Japanese and puppet troops, and enter their positions, the cavalry can gallop on the battlefield, and no Japanese can stop them...

Now the Japanese army only intends to use two light machine guns to intercept them, which is like a mantis arm blocking a chariot. The cavalry can even break through their fire interception with their eyes closed, strangle them with them, and teach them how to be human...

"Kill me with the cavalry company..." The company commander shouted while changing the saber to a submachine gun...

"Dadada..." When the two troops were more than 200 meters apart, the crooked man started shooting.

The rifleman squatting next to the machine gun also pulled the trigger desperately.

Everyone understood that once the cavalry troops rushed to their eyes, they would become unstoppable, and everyone here, including the corps leader, would be massacred...

Amid the chaotic gunfire, the cavalry company began to suffer casualties.

After being shot, a soldier smashed to the ground with his men and horses. In the blink of an eye, he was flooded by the torrent of cavalry behind him...

Although the picture is cruel, this little loss will not cause any damage to the cavalry company, nor will it shake their determination to continue to attack forward.

The company commander tried his best to put his body on the horse's back, clamped his legs hard to keep his balance on the horse's back. He held the reins in one hand and the submachine gun in the other hand, and waited for the war horse to rush forward for another hundred meters before firing...

This distance takes at least half a minute for the infantry to rush over, but in the eyes of the cavalry, it can rush over in just seven or eight seconds.

In two or three breaths, the Japanese finally entered the effective range of the submachine gun.

The company commander decisively raised his submachine gun to shoot, and then stopped after he fired all the bullets in the magazine in one breath...

The cavalry soldiers around them also pulled the trigger one after another, some shot with submachine guns, some used horse rifles, and some held box cannons.

In less than three seconds, the cavalry company fired two or three hundred bullets at the Japanese.

More than 20 Japanese guards were all blocked in front of the corps captain, and there was no cover to protect them, and they were completely exposed to the guns of the cavalry company.

Two or three hundred bullets flew towards each other. Unless a person with particularly good luck could survive, most of the Japanese were hit with at least two blood holes.

The wing captain survived the protection of the guards, but his good luck ended here.

After a fire raid in the cavalry company ended, only six of the twenty guards were left.

There were more than 90 cavalry left in the cavalry company and they had already reached the thirty meters in front. They had no choice but to hide, and they could only face them with a bayonet rifle...

The captain of the regiment did not expect his bad luck to come so quickly.

He didn't react from his astonishment until several guards rushed out.

Holding the command knife in both hands, rushing out with his subordinates...

The calculation started from the first shell hitting the Japanese and puppet troops. In less than five minutes, the captain of the Japanese corps was chopped into two pieces by the sabre in the hands of the cavalry. The speed was absolutely unprecedented.

The radio operator was always following the corps leader. After the troops were attacked, he should have reported it to the military headquarters as soon as possible, but the harsh situation on the battlefield did not allow him to do so.

The artillery fire from the Independent Regiment was too fierce. If there were shells hitting the side of the radio, not only would the radio be blown up, but the contact between the assault troops and the military headquarters would be interrupted.

The cautious corps leader decisively ordered the radio operator to suspend telegrams and decided to send telegrams after everyone moved to a safe place. He didn't even think that he would be killed at the beginning of the battle, and he didn't even have the chance to report the news...

The corps leader died, and the radio operator who followed the corps leader must not be able to survive, and his head was cut off by a cavalry...

In the Taiyuan Japanese Army headquarters, the commander of the army was guarding the war room and waiting for the news.

The assault troops started to enter Yangquan, and the telegrams received by the military headquarters were all good news. The last telegram was sent back by the assault troops half an hour ago: they said that they had seen the breakout troops of the Independent Regiment and could launch an attack within ten minutes at the earliest.

The commander calculated a little: launching an attack within ten minutes is the best situation for the assault troops to not have any accidents during the pursuit process. The battlefield changes rapidly and everything may happen. He took a little back and calculated the time of their pursuit in twenty minutes. Now the assault troops have reasonably caught up with the breaking forces of the Independent Regiment and are encircling and annihilation of them.

The commander wanted to send them a telegram to ask about the situation, but in the end he held back.

The front line is fighting, and now sending telegrams over, even if you don’t interfere in command, it will put huge pressure on the front line commanders and in turn affect their command and operations.

This wait took half an hour, and the assault troops still did not send any telegrams back.

"Is something wrong?" The commander couldn't wait and frowned and analyzed.

"The Air Force has reported before that the total of the breakout troops of the Independent Regiment is no more than one thousand. Our pursuit troops have more than four thousand. As long as we catch up with them, the battle will be over twenty minutes if the combat speed is fast, and if it is slow, the battle will be overthirty or forty minutes."

"Forty or fifty minutes have passed now, and the assault forces have no news yet."

"Even if they did not kill the breakout troops of the Independent Regiment, they should send us a telegram to report on the situation now."

The Chief of Staff nodded and replied: "Sir, why don't we send them a telegram to ask about the latest situation on the battlefield?"

"Then why are you still standing there? Let's send it now. The faster the better. Contact the assault troops first, confirm the safety before asking about the situation. Report it to me as soon as possible if there is any news!" The commander ordered decisively.

The Chief of Staff also realized the seriousness of the problem and ran to the telecommunications room to send a telegram himself. The commander could only stay in the war room and continue to wait.

Five minutes passed, and the Chief of Staff had not returned yet.

Ten minutes passed, and the shadow of the Chief of Staff did not appear at the door of the war room.

The military commander's premonition of badness in his mind became stronger and stronger. He decided not to wait and walked directly to the telecommunications room.
Chapter completed!