"Hayata, are your injuries okay?"
"It's just a gash in the thigh caused by a bullet. It's no problem."
Two Japanese soldiers were patrolling the edge of the team, chatting away, but they didn't notice that in the depths of the dense forest not far away, countless figures were slowly moving through the low shrubs.
"Sigh... I don't know how many people died in the battle today. Our 18th Division is really dead in name only."
The Japanese soldier named Hayata sighed heavily. He just took out the water bottle from his pocket and was about to take a few sips when suddenly a black shadow fell in front of him in a parabola from the sky.
"Langda?...Ah!!" When he saw what was coming clearly, he was so frightened that his hair stood up, and he only had time to scream.
"boom!"
As the explosion sounded next to his ears, Hayata's consciousness was instantly wiped out, and his companion beside him was also blown backwards.
"Enemy attack! Defense!"
The Japanese army was in chaos in an instant, and the noisy team was full of people, but no one knew where the enemy came from.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
...More and more grenades hit the Japanese team, killing and injuring countless people. Only then did they realize that countless Chinese soldiers were rushing out from the edge of the forest.
A group of warriors looked like tigers from the mountain. Each of them wore grass rings on their heads, and their faces were smeared black with mud. At first glance, they looked like the evil spirits in the mountains, which made people shudder.
"Kill!"
"Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
Bullets and grenades sang a symphony in the forest. The Japanese tried their best to fight back, but they could not resist the wolf-like tiger group of soldiers.
There were flames in the forest, and the shouts of killing were endless, but the enemies wearing grass rings on their heads came from all directions, and the attacks seemed to be endless, which made the little devil gradually shake his heart.
"Retreat! Get to the back quickly! Baga..."
The Japanese machine gunners behind kept urging their companions to move back to give them room to shoot, but it was so easy for the little Japanese who was bitten to retreat.
The fighting distance between the two sides was too close. In the short-range jungle battle, the mortars could not be used at all, and the grenade grenades had lost their former function. Even the machine guns were blocked by their own soldiers and could not effectively output the environment. .
The only useful things are silent grenades and short and lightweight submachine guns, and these two things are most indispensable for a group of soldiers.
In order to march quickly in the mountains and forests, they abandoned a lot of heavy firepower, such as 75 mountain guns, 81 guns, M2 Laoganma, and other things that required several people to carry them.
Although I didn’t bring any heavy weapons on this trip, I did have enough grenades and bullets. In order to make up for the lack of firepower, each platoon increased the number of bazookas and flamethrowers they could carry. Even the soldiers had to carry heavy machine guns. Bullet baggage.
The fighting distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters. This was a stage where submachine guns and flamethrowers dominated. Bullets like pear blossoms came in a heavy rain. The little devil had nowhere to hide. He was suppressed and could not raise his head, except at the defense line. There were corpses left on the ground and there was nothing that could be done.
"What's going on? Where did the Chinese people come from!?" Tanaka Shinichi was on the verge of tears. He thought he would be safe temporarily by getting into the forest, but he didn't expect that he would play into the opponent's hands.
"Commander of the division, please withdraw quickly. The firepower of these Chinese people is too fierce. The troops at the front can hardly support it!"
There is a blank space in the center of the field. Evacuate? Where else can you retreat?
Most of the retreating Japanese troops are fleeing towards the mountains in the southwest. This is close to the Burma Highway and can avoid the pursuit of Chinese armored troops. It is indeed the best route to retreat.
But who would have thought that Long Wenwen, who had been in the mountains for seven or eight days, would be waiting here.
The soldiers of the first regiment were divided into three groups. They first occupied the road along the road to prevent the enemy from escaping further to the west. Then, the troops of the two battalions were inserted left and right, piercing the little devil's heart fiercely and confusing the muddy water again.
The entire mountain forest was filled with the sound of gunfire. The little devil who was already frightened became even more panicked. He was trapped and chased and turned into two frustrated mice, which was extremely miserable.
More and more Japanese were killed, and they were unable to recover under the strangulation of two waves of troops.
At this time, the little devil would either kneel down and surrender, or run into the depths of the dense forest and become a savage, or be shot to death by the soldiers who surrounded him from all sides. There was no fourth way to go.
They finally tasted the feeling of being hunted all over the mountains and plains like hunting rabbits.
"Hurry up, don't act like a bitch, the little devil won't stop and wait for you, hurry up, hurry up!"
Long Wenwen raised his arms and shouted, leading the team through the woods to continue chasing the little Japanese who were fleeing all over the mountains and plains.
"Captain, there's a big deal ahead, look!" A soldier raised his arm and shouted loudly.
"Hey, there's something different about that group of people."
Following the direction pointed by the soldier, Long Wenwen could see at a glance that a large group of Japanese were running forward with all their strength surrounded by several officers. It looked like it should be a big fish.
"Go up and kill them. Keep an eye on those Japanese officers. I want to live!"
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At the same time, Liao Mingyu also rushed to the front line with the guard battalion. The camp that originally belonged to the Japanese army was basically cleared. Except for the various materials that were too late to take away, only the remains of corpses were left on the ground.
The armored troops continued to move forward along the road, with the infantry of the 200th Division following closely behind. The Engineer Regiment had already begun to clean up the battlefield. The Second Regiment and the Third Regiment went into the mountains to pursue in order to expand the results. This was the first time that the battle had been fought for so long. Crush the little devil like a rabbit.
After all, a division of more than 20,000 people can't be annihilated by annihilation. In addition to the little devils who were killed, there are still thousands of fish that slipped through the net and escaped in the mountains.
"Move forward, hurry up!"
"Hurry up! If you keep torturing me, I'll kill you all!"
Many soldiers held rifles and shouted fiercely at a group of Japanese prisoners. If they encountered anyone who was slow to move, they would immediately hit them with the butts of their rifles.
If someone was injured and couldn't walk, the soldiers didn't waste any time, just tied them up with ropes and threw them aside, leaving them to bleed out and die.
Want a good time? dream! They were not worthy at all. Even if they were to kill these wounded soldiers with bullets, the soldiers felt it was a waste.
The Japanese prisoners of war drooped their heads listlessly, like a bereaved dog, without any trace of a soldier.
But what is surprising is that these Japanese soldiers had a very high awareness of being prisoners. Although they put down their weapons, they remained disciplined. They lined up in a neat line and allowed the soldiers to scold them. There was no sign of resistance in their eyes...
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