MM Racing Chapter 167 Sweeping Away the Defeated Soldiers
Chapter 167 Sweeping Away the Defeated Soldiers
Six sidecar motorcycles sped past, followed closely by a black car with its windows closed. Yan Shuo knew without a doubt that Colonel Xuandao Hao was sitting inside.
Next came two medical vehicles, which appeared to be fully loaded with doctors, nurses, and medical supplies.
After the car came eight troop transport trucks, each filled with Japanese soldiers, all armed and serious-looking. They had clearly been ordered to suppress the chaos at the airport and investigate the situation.
Once the entire Japanese convoy had entered the airport gates, Yan Shuo slowly poked his head out, picked up the walkie-talkie, and said in a cold and decisive tone: "07, 07, the support convoy has all entered the airport. Immediately give the order to open fire!"
"Roger! Fire immediately!" Lin Guodong's voice came through the walkie-talkie immediately, urgent but not chaotic.
The artillery positions, which had been lying in ambush a kilometer away, instantly sprang into action.
Lin Guodong quickly directed the deployment. The artillery dolls had already aimed the gun barrels at the airport barracks area, so there was no need for major adjustments at this moment.
The newly trained gunners, under the personal guidance of the artillery children, quickly stepped forward to load ammunition, practicing while carrying out bombing missions, not daring to be careless in the slightest.
"Boom—Boom—Boom!"
A series of loud explosions rang out as shells crashed down on the airport barracks like thunderclaps, sending flames soaring into the sky, billowing smoke, and flying debris. Screams and explosions mingled together, echoing through the heavens.
After each shelling, the artilleryman would take a second or two to quickly point out the angle that needed to be adjusted for the muzzle, and explain in a low voice the significance of the adjustment so that the team members would remember the key points. Then he would order the loading of shells and firing.
With the precise guidance of the artillery dolls and the cooperation of the team members, shells rained down on the barracks area. The already chaotic airfield was now completely destroyed. Barracks collapsed, flames filled the sky, and the cries of the Japanese soldiers rose and fell, their former arrogance gone.
About half an hour later, Yan Shuo heard Lin Guodong's voice on the walkie-talkie: "Commander, all 50 shells have been fired. According to the agreed plan, we will retreat immediately along the predetermined route!"
"Accurate. Stay concealed and ensure a safe evacuation." Yan Shuo replied in a deep voice, hung up the walkie-talkie, slowly stood up, walked to the open space at the airport entrance, and glanced at the puppet army positions not far away.
The puppet troops stood still, shouting "Quickly provide support!" and "Hold the airport!" at the top of their lungs, but they didn't move an inch. Their faces were full of cowardice and hesitation, showing no sign of wanting to provide support whatsoever.
Yan Shuo sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "Damn it, these spineless cowards are more afraid of death than anyone else."
He instantly understood the reason. It must be that these puppet troops were not supervised by Japanese soldiers, and no one was holding a gun to force them to move forward. Naturally, they were unwilling to die in vain and only dared to pretend to be there to get by.
Seeing that the puppet troops made no move and showed no intention of supporting the airport, Yan Shuo felt relieved and strode towards the airport, his tone icy: "Let's go in and clean up the mess. Leave no one behind!"
The weapon dolls beside them immediately followed, ready to join the battle at any moment.
The routed soldiers were mopped up and evacuated fully loaded.
As Yan Shuo walked, he quickly mentally counted the remaining forces in the airport: originally there were more than 300 garrison troops, about 100 ground crew members, more than 100 pilots and trainees, plus secretaries, doctors, nurses, communications soldiers and other auxiliary personnel, totaling about 50 people; later, Xuandao Hao brought more than 300 reinforcements, so in total, there were originally about 900 people.
However, after being hit by poisoning, riots, and artillery fire, more than half of the troops had already been killed or wounded.
Yan Shuo roughly estimated that the remaining Japanese troops in the airport at this moment numbered at most 300, and they were all frightened and had long lost their former morale.
He paused for a moment, lost in thought, a playful smile playing on his lips.
Weapon dolls are too expensive to use on these defeated soldiers.
Any unit that suffers more than 60% casualties, whether it is the Kuomintang army or the Japanese army, will have its combat effectiveness greatly reduced, at least to 20%. These remnants of the army will be even more vulnerable.
Having made up his mind, Yan Shuo raised his hand and waved it, instantly creating 50 emotionless stand-in dolls in front of him.
Although these substitute dolls were first-edition and rather fragile, they were excellent marksmen and tireless. Yan Shuo didn't need any high-difficulty tactics; he just needed to clear out all these fleeing soldiers.
The biggest advantage of stand-in dolls is their low price. Even if they are damaged, the repair cost is extremely low. They will only stop fighting when their head is completely destroyed and they can no longer recognize commands. Otherwise, even if their arms are broken or their limbs are deformed, they will relentlessly pursue and attack the enemy.
They were like a horde of zombies that couldn't spread the virus; they were more than capable of dealing with the fleeing soldiers in front of them.
Yan Shuo then equipped each of the stand-in dolls with a PPSh-41 submachine gun and gave each of them a small cloth bag filled with six drum magazines loaded with bullets.
By this calculation, each stand-in doll has nearly 500 bullets, which is more than enough to deal with a group of fleeing soldiers.
Yan Shuo patted one of the stunt dolls on the shoulder, his tone casual as if he were joking: "Anyway, you don't need to worry about carrying extra weight, so bring plenty of bullets and fight freely!"
Immediately afterwards, he began issuing combat orders, his tone suddenly becoming serious: "Two people per group, fire freely; three groups per team, coordinate flexibly, and do everything in your power to wipe out all the fleeing soldiers in the airport! Remember, shoot wherever there are living people, concentrate your firepower wherever there is resistance, and do not let a single survivor escape!"
As soon as he finished speaking, ten boxes of Japanese Type 10 hand grenades appeared out of thin air beneath Yan Shuo's feet. These were the kind of grenades that required pulling the cord and then hitting a hard object to detonate. Although they were a bit cumbersome, their power was not to be underestimated.
Fifty stand-in dolls were divided into 10 boxes of hand grenades; it was practically a joke.
They moved swiftly, each taking a grenade; some tucked them into their waistbands, others hung them on their bodies. The whole process was orderly, and in less than a minute, all the grenades were distributed.
Yan Shuo was left with only 4 weapon dolls to guard him. The remaining 50 substitute dolls scattered like arrows across the airport and quickly joined the clearing operation.
"Praise the system, praise Xiao Zhi! This efficiency is amazing!" Yan Shuo took out a candy, peeled off the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. The sweetness instantly spread on his tongue.
He strolled leisurely around the airport barracks, the bursts of PPSh submachine gun fire mingling with the roar of exploding grenades, which sounded to him like pleasant music.
The scenes on the battlefield were both brutal and bizarre.