On the dense forest path, the trees are intertwined and block out the sky. There is almost no sunlight shining down, and a few apes are still jumping and chirping between the branches.
Deep in this dark forest, nearly two hundred Japanese soldiers carrying marching rucksacks were carefully groping forward. The team was divided into two parts, one after another. Perhaps it was just for this reason that a group of sentinels The deviation only appeared during probing.
There is also a vanguard of a ten-man team 30 meters from the front of the team. They work in groups of three and move forward with back-to-back cover. The tense atmosphere seems to be spreading throughout the team, and every step seems to be extremely cautious.
From various behaviors, it is not difficult to see that this Japanese army is definitely the elite of the army, but even if they are so cautious, they still cannot escape the detection of the Falcon team members. At this time, there are several pairs of eyes in the forest closely observing their every move. .
"Gugu...Gugu..."
"Chewing Duoma De, stop!"
Suddenly there was a sound of birds chirping around, and the commander of the team, Major Gao Sen, immediately ordered to stop advancing. For some reason, he suddenly felt a bad premonition arise in his heart.
"Gao Senjun...what's wrong?" Chief Cao looked at him doubtfully.
"Here and there...I always feel like something is wrong nearby. How far are we from Lashio Railway Station?"
Chief Cao quickly took out the map to check and said: "We are almost there. The station should be one kilometer ahead, but... do we need to fight the Chinese directly?"
"Hey, try not to reveal your whereabouts. Once the situation is found out, report it to the commander immediately."
Gao Sen shook his head and looked around with lingering fear. The unknown trees behind those arrogant trees really made him uneasy.
The mission of their small team is only to conduct preliminary reconnaissance and wait for opportunities. As for whether to fight, they will wait until they have assessed the opponent.
According to intelligence, the Chinese army they are about to face is the terrifying executioner army. Countless imperial soldiers have died at the hands of these butchers. It is even said that many people were beheaded and buried alive by them. There will be prisoners.
Although these deeds have not been confirmed, there are still rumors widely circulated among Japanese soldiers in northern Burma.
Anger... was the first emotion they reacted to, but beneath the anger was deep fear and timidity.
It is said in the Japanese island country that the soul resides in the abdomen, so their Bushido believes that only through seppuku can they show their soul to others and wash away all their grievances and shame in the world...
But if their heads are cut off like this in a foreign country, then their souls can only be sealed in the body forever and cannot return to their hometown, or even become lonely ghosts and never be reincarnated!
Gao Sen can be regarded as a veteran of the battlefield, but like most Japanese soldiers, they are very convinced by legends and superstitions. After learning that the Chinese like to chop off heads in large numbers, in addition to being angry, they were more afraid.
But there are some things that cannot be avoided by fear...
The ten vanguards at the front of the team were still walking forward without realizing it. One of the little devils just walked around the big tree in front of him, and suddenly... a black shadow jumped out from the bushes next to him!
"Pfft!" With a sound, the sharp dagger instantly pierced the Japanese soldier's neck. The companions around him were shocked. Before they could react, more black figures jumped out from the surrounding bushes.
"Stab..." Blood spurts out from the wound. These black figures have obviously been lying in wait on this inevitable road for a long time. They are ruthless and almost all of them are killed with one blow.
"Watch out!"
"Tactical defense!"
There were a few surviving little Japs present, and they were trying to resist the opponent's attacks back to back with their companions, but how could these skilled people give them a chance?
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The clear gunfire of the m1911 pistol suddenly sounded. At such a distance, the little Japanese's 38-meter cover could not be used at all, and he could only die in despair under the opponent's repeated attacks.
The Falcon team members had practiced this kind of sneak attack and assassination countless times, and they were very good at executing it at this time. When the last Japanese soldier fell, it only took them less than half a minute.
"Da da da da da...!" A series of bullets hit them, splinters of wood flew everywhere, and the surrounding tree trunks made a popping sound.
"withdraw!"
The operation team leader immediately ordered a retreat, and the Falcon team members did not delay. They disappeared into the dense forest in a flash.
Because the main force of the Japanese behind the gunfire just now had discovered the situation here, and without saying a word, the machine gun fire started shooting wildly.
Although the distance between the two sides is only more than 30 meters, the density of trees in this jungle is too thick. Even at such a close range, bullets are still blocked by many big trees. There are thick bushes around. People will disappear in an instant if they step inside, and there is no way to escape. Where to.
"Baga! These hateful Chinese pigs!"
Gao Sen roared angrily, and there was indeed an ambush here. The 10-man vanguard team was completely wiped out in just a few dozen seconds. It was incredible.
"Xukiki, Yamato! Each of you will lead a team to outflank us and dig out those rats!"
Chief Cao glanced in front of him angrily, the anger in his eyes about to burst out. The corpses of the soldiers were still lying quietly on the ground, including his biological brother.
"No...the rear team becomes the front team, retreat!"
"Nani? Squadron Commander, why should we withdraw?"
Unexpectedly, the squadron leader actually ordered the retreat directly, which made it difficult for Commander Cao, who had always had a rigid combat style, to understand.
"Baga! This is an order, didn't you hear it clearly? Retreat, immediately!" Gao Sen glared at him and roared again.
"Hey..." Although Chief Cao was unwilling to do so, he did not dare to disobey his boss's will and could only obey his orders.
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"Hey? Why the hell did you run away like that?"
Watching the other party slowly retreating, Long Wenwen, who was setting up an ambush not far away, looked confused, "No, why is the little devil so cowardly?"
But it didn't matter anymore. Just when Falcon was dealing with the vanguard, his two platoons had already circled back to the side and rear of the Little Japanese. They originally wanted to encircle the three parties, but now they had to attack by force.
"Ah...it's a grenade!"
"Lie down!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
The front was already filled with flames. The soldiers who rushed out from the woods on the flanks threw grenades into the Japanese team. Following the dense gunfire, a large number of Japanese who were not prepared fell down.
"Grandpas, charge!" Long Wenwen picked up Thomson and shouted loudly, leading the men to chase the little devil.
Attacks from two directions immediately made Gao Sen feel more pressure. The Chinese were so damn insidious that they had so many people ambushed here. He was not sure whether he could rush out.
The difficulty of fighting in the jungle is unimaginable. This can be said to be a real hand-to-hand encounter. The distance between the two sides is only twenty or thirty meters, and you can even see each other's face when you look up.
It was difficult for the Japanese to take advantage of their precise shooting at such a close distance. The front and rear obstructions were so serious that the machine gunners did not dare to fire rashly for fear of accidentally injuring one of their own.
But a group of soldiers did not worry about these problems at all. They only needed to carry out this simple tactic of opening the way with grenades and mowing down the rear with submachine guns. The gap in such close-range firepower was clearly reflected.
The battle lasted less than ten minutes, and more than thirty Japanese fell. Captain Cao was blown to pieces under the first wave of grenade attacks, and Gao Sen's arm was also scratched by a shrapnel, and his blood was stained red. He took off the clothes on his entire arm.
Seeing that his side was suppressed from all sides, and casualties continued to appear in the team, Gao Sen immediately gave up his plan to shoot at the enemy. He could only rush over like a raging cauldron to maybe still have a glimmer of hope.
With a fierce look in his eyes, he drew out his samurai sword, pointed the sword forward and shouted: "Follow me, kill all these Chinese people!"
"Kill!"
"Urgent!"
The little Japanese immediately mounted his bayonet and rushed toward the soldiers, screaming for his life. If you don't fight, you will die, but if you fight hard, you may earn one more. At this moment, all the Japanese are running forward like crazy.
Long Wenwen had just finished emptying a magazine and was about to change the magazine when he suddenly saw two little devils rushing towards him carrying a 1.2-meter 38 cap.
Is this a big deal? With no time to reload, he immediately let go of Thomson, pulled out his pistol, raised his hand and fired two shots.
Now the army has issued m1911 as the officer's gun, but Long Wenwen still likes this twenty-ring box gun in his hand, for no other reason... mainly because it is big! prestige! And it has a lot of ammunition capacity.
The two imps who rushed over were shot dead on the spot. Long Wenwen did not charge forward anymore, but turned around and shouted: "The team and the team take turns to cover, go back!"
The soldiers also saw the situation clearly, turned around and left without saying a word. In this situation, would they fight with their bayonets? Unless your brain is not working well.
In the process of retreating, each three-person combat team would stop from time to time to set up guns and cover the comrades running next to them, never giving the little devil a chance to show up and get entangled.
Even if some fast-moving kiddies come up to them, the m1911 in each squad leader's hand will teach them how to behave and tell them viciously... Times have changed.
You must know that as the biological son of Liao Mingyu, pistols are directly popularized in the class. Every squad leader and squad deputy has an M1911. Even soldiers who fight bravely can be rewarded with one, in order to target the little devils at every turn. Initiated stabbing tactics.
The pistol is short in length and can be easily turned to shoot in any direction, and the shooting postures can also be varied. The stopping power is large but the penetrating power is small. Even if it hits the first opponent at close range, it is not easy to penetrate and injure the people behind it.
Although a submachine gun can also do this, its ultra-fast rate of fire and dispersion cannot be completely controlled, so it is extremely easy to cause accidental injuries. Facts have proved that the pistol is the real king in hand-to-hand combat.
The soldiers began to fight and retreat, always keeping a certain distance from each other. The Japanese soldiers who gave up defense and charged alone had no choice but to resist. Soon there were more and more Japanese corpses on the ground. However, their desperate counterattack also caused damage to the Ninth Company. suffered some casualties.
As time went by, the remaining Japanese were no longer able to launch another charge. They could only slowly shrink their ranks and gradually retreat. The soldiers of the Ninth Company gave full play to the tactical policy of retreating when the enemy advances, and attacking when the enemy is tired, and moved forward again. Pressed up.
The little devil's thrust was easily dodged by Long Wenwen, but before he could pull back, the latter raised his pistol and was about to kill him.
"Click!"
At the critical moment, there were no bullets. Long Wenwen screamed inwardly, but the little devil seemed to see hope, and stepped back and stabbed forward again with his gun.
Seeing that the situation was critical, but there was not much panic in Long Wenwen's eyes, he once again stepped out of the opponent's attack range, drew out the samurai sword on his back, and quickly approached him while his center of gravity was unstable after stabbing him, raising the sword straight Cracked down.
"Wow..."
"Ah!"
A huge gash was cut into the little devil's shoulder. Heart-rending screams suddenly rang out. Blood splashed all over Long Wenwen's face like a fountain. The knife almost chopped off his entire shoulder and arm.
Long Wenwen was somewhat surprised by the sharpness of the ivory-handled samurai sword in his hand. He just held the sword with one hand and did not use all his strength. It was really surprising that he could cause such horrific damage.
This was a trophy captured when he captured the top brass of the 18th Division. He had always kept it with him but had never actually used it. Today was the first time he saw blood.
At this time, two soldiers came up to protect him behind him. Taking this opportunity, he quickly reloaded and then rushed into the enemy's team again.
Long Wenwen, who was so excited, was holding a box cannon in his left hand and an ivory samurai sword in his right hand. His upper body was dripping with blood, like a blood-soaked god of murder crazily slaughtering small Japanese.
In the crowd, Captain Gao Sen met Long Wenwen at a glance. He raised his samurai sword and slowly approached the latter. The meaning couldn't be more obvious...
Singled out? Long Wenwen sneered again and again, and simply raised the knife horizontally to make a gesture of accepting the challenge.
Gao Sen didn't dare to be careless, he clenched the handle of the knife with both hands but suddenly accelerated at his feet. He raised the long knife high and shouted, and swung it towards Long Wenwen's head like a mountain.
"Bang!"
After a gunshot, Gao Sen's forward body fell to the ground, his eyes widened and he looked at his opponent in confusion.
"How could it be that...you actually..." Gao Sen wanted to say something more, but the bullet had shattered his left lung, blood spurted out along the respiratory tract, and he could no longer say another word.
Long Wenwen put down his pistol and walked over quickly. Looking at the Japanese officer who was twitching on the ground, he couldn't help but muttered: "Damn! He's not dead?"
Poof!
With one swing of the knife, Gao Sen's head was instantly separated from his body, and his pale and weak face was filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Long Wenwen curled his lips in disdain, not even looking at the head on the ground. How about a fucking duel? Crazy? On the battlefield, it is wisest to use the fastest and most effective means to kill the enemy, and anything else is just stupid behavior.
The Japanese soldiers couldn't dodge when they saw this image of him, because this guy didn't have martial ethics at all. They thought he was going to fight with a knife, but he was shot twice. After the fight, he was still alive and then slashed with the knife. How the hell is this human being? Simply scarier than the devil.
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"Dead, dead, I counted a total of more than 180 little Japanese corpses. There should be no escape." Kaname walked over slowly with a gun on his shoulder, his blood-stained face showing a slight expression. ferocious.
Long Wenwen picked up the samurai sword and rubbed the blood on the clothes of a corpse. His arms were a little sore from the continuous slashing in the battle, but there were no less than two hands of little devils who died under the sword.
"How are the troop casualties?"
Kaname frowned, raised his hand and scratched his face: "Thirty-three are dead, twenty-six are injured, eight of them are probably serious enough, and the others are minor injuries that will not affect the next battle."
After the first battle, there were nearly 60 casualties, which was really distressing. Fortunately, this Japanese squadron, which was alone and deep, was completely wiped out, which was considered a bloody gain.
The vanguard dared to get so close, which meant that the main force of the Japanese army was probably not far away. The noise just now was so loud that it could be heard several kilometers away. It was estimated that the Japanese must be pressing this way now.
Thinking of this, Long Wenwen sheathed his sword and ordered sternly: "Gather ammunition and food, and steal everything you can."
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