Chapter 170: Fire Horse Charge, Break Through

Jiang Anguo also learned from Li Defa's urgent telegram that the frontline was in distress, and Li Defa's thirty‑person squad was indeed the support unit that could reach Jiang Fei's Special Forces Unit in the shortest time.

As a lone figure rolled and crawled into the trench, Jiang Fei could hardly believe his eyes.

"Platoon Leader Li, how did you charge in?" Jiang Fei wiped the blood from his face and asked in astonishment.

In his view, the several layers of Japanese Army defensive lines outside were like iron barrels—no fly could get in.

If it weren't for Watanabe Masao, the old aristocrat, Jiang Fei would have ten thousand ways to retreat.

At this moment, any tiny loophole would be sniffed out and sealed by the keen‑nosed Japanese Army; thirty men trying to force their way was like hitting a stone with an egg.

Li Defa gasped heavily, wiping the mud and blood from his face haphazardly.

During the frantic sprint, he had no idea how many times he fell in the muddy jungle, and his uniform had long lost its original color.

"Company Commander, stop talking, time is urgent! Quickly get the brothers ready to retreat!" Li Defa shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with a manic light. "I've specially assigned a few men to give the Little Devils a 'Fire Horse Formation' for entertainment!"

"Fire Horse Formation? Wait until the war horses charge in, then we retreat immediately?" Jiang Fei reacted instantly, and the classic Warring States tactic "Fire Ox Formation" flashed in his mind.

"Exactly!" Li Defa said through clenched teeth. "From the rear I saw the Little Devils' assault was too fierce; relying only on our thirty men to hold the line would likely be too late to rescue the brothers. I have many war horses, originally loaded with Ammo, so I thought of a plan: use the war horses to charge!"

Jiang Fei instantly understood Li Defa's intention. It was to imitate the ancient Fire Ox Formation, but with the target switched to more ferocious war horses and the power replaced by modern explosives.

"Good! What a great idea!" Jiang Fei praised, glancing at the audacious Platoon Leader, then pointed at Watanabe Masao in the corner. "Later, Platoon Leader Li will lead the way, and we'll take this 'Big Fish', the Little Devil's division commander!"

"Damn! I was saying how the Little Devils charge at your positions like they've taken some drug and have no regard for life!" Li Defa exclaimed, eyes bulging. He turned to look at the mountain of corpses on the front line and the Japanese Army still blindly surging forward, then suddenly realized, "They were doing it for that old devil!"

If Li Defa had just led everyone to charge in and fight head‑on, facing the thousands of maddened Japanese Army, the likely outcome would have been dying here together with Watanabe Masao.

But now it was different.

Though reckless, Li Defa wasn't stupid. Upon entering the battlefield, instead of heading straight for the Special Forces Unit, he first exploited the terrain advantage and astonishingly set up five MG42 General Machine Guns in one breath!

That terrifying rate of fire instantly tore a blood‑soaked gap in the densely packed Japanese Army formation, enabling a hard breakthrough into the encirclement.

Shhh—

At that moment, a mournful and frantic war‑horse whinny suddenly sounded from the side‑rear of the position.

It wasn't a normal charge sound, but a scream of extreme terror.

Ten‑plus war horses, terrified and in excruciating pain, went berserk, charging the Japanese Army positions in a suicidal assault.

A knife had brutally pierced each war horse's back, blood gushing, the agony driving them mad. Their Ammo Boxes, originally carried, were now bound with bundles of Hand Grenades and Explosives, and the trailing fuse had been lit.

No matter how torrential the rain, even the heaviest downpour failed to douse the burning fuse.

The leaping flames were especially dazzling in the rain, and the war horses surged toward the Japanese Army's advance, inevitably dragging the blocking Little Devils straight to hell.

Jin Gang Zong Si Lang had learned that a small detachment of the Expeditionary Force had broken into the encirclement, but he showed little panic.

"Ignore them; they're coming to die. All focus is on one thing: we must rescue the division commander!"

Jin Gang Zong Si Lang did not give this much attention, merely ordering reinforcement of the north‑west guard forces.

He feared the small unit was merely a bait, with more Expeditionary Force reinforcements following. From the current situation, the main body of the Expeditionary Force was gripping them from behind, forcing Jin Gang Zong Si Lang to be distracted.

Recalling past experiences, the daytime bombings had inflicted devastating losses on the Japanese Army. If not for the heavens suddenly unleashing a torrorous downpour, Jin Gang Zong Si Lang could not believe whether this elite division, once unstoppable in Southeast Asia, could survive the man‑eating jungle.

At this moment, seeing the scarred surroundings, a hint of regret rose in his heart.

Was the division commander too decisive and reckless when pursuing the China Army? That led to the 56th Division's entire supply line being cut, suffering such severe blows, and falling into an abyss where even the heavens seemed silent.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of deafening explosions suddenly rang out from the flank, making the ground seem to tremble.

"What was that?" Jin Gang Zong Si Lang startled, instinctively gripping his command sword.

He turned his head and saw huge fireballs soaring skyward in the distance, explosions following, intermingled with the war horses' dying, mournful whinnies.

"Heaven! Emperor!"

Jin Gang Zong Si Lang's pupils contracted sharply.

Everywhere on the Japanese Army positions were horrific screams, explosions flinging mud and corpses. Clearly, they were unprepared for this suicidal "Fire Horse Formation", being knocked into chaos by the sudden impact, unable to react.

The damage was massive; the once-dense encirclement was instantly torn open with a huge gap.

Jiang Fei and his men had no desire to admire such a "scenic view"; every second was a contest of life and death.

They immediately organized all Machine Gunners to forge ahead, suppressing the enemies on both flanks, while they placed Watanabe Masao like cargo in the very center of the formation, carried on a stretcher by several strong soldiers, preparing to break out.

Clack clack clack!

Machine guns raked the still‑standing Little Devils ahead, bullets striking them and raising plumes of blood mist. The snipers in the middle maintained extremely high efficiency; each gunshot guaranteed a Japanese officer or machine gunner attempting to block fell, without mercy.

After all, the Japanese Army were battle‑hardened elites, reacting quickly.

After brief chaos and panic, officers of all ranks brandished their swords and immediately organized a defensive line. At this moment, they had no time to tend to the wounded; the wailing carnage across the fields was forcibly ignored.

Under the influence of Imperialism, if the division commander wasn't rescued, they would all be doomed; execution by military law was scarier than being wounded.

Jiang Fei's reaction was already swift enough; he led the Special Forces Unit and support squad like a spear thrust outward.

Yet the Little Devils, after a brief chaos, once again organized a frenzied attack.

They pursued like rabid wild dogs, clinging tightly behind Jiang Fei's column, refusing to let go, giving him no time to retreat, essentially chasing recklessly.

Even the MG42 General Machine Gun, constantly harvesting the Japanese Army's lives, couldn't stop the Little Devils from pursuing.

That desperate momentum seemed ready to swallow Jiang Fei and the Special Forces Unit whole.