At this moment, the soldiers of the Second Regiment on the other side were firing on all cylinders. In addition to heavy artillery, they also had mortars, M2 heavy machine guns... any weapons that could reach the range were ready to fight for the little devil.
The unsuspecting Japanese fell in pieces, shells fell into the crowd one after another, and the shattered corpses flew everywhere. The tragic scene was unbearable to look at.
"Hayaku! Get back into the woods quickly!"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Chiba Jubei was heartbroken. The Chinese people had obviously been on guard for a long time. This was a trap carefully laid out for them.
The Japanese forwards were caught in a bloody battle and couldn't escape, but the main force was still near the river beach, and they were beaten hard enough. The little devil was so frightened that he desperately fled to the woods behind him.
After finally running into the woods and counting the remaining people around him, Chiba Jubei almost lost his breath. The attack just now directly wiped out a third of his people. The huge loss made people crazy.
"Yoji-kun? Yoji-kun?" Chiba looked around, but failed to see his old partner: "Which of you has seen Chief of Staff Yohji?"
"Chief...Chief of Staff...has been shattered on the riverbank." One of the soldiers said hesitantly.
"Nani!?" Chiba was shocked, and his body shook as if struck by lightning. Fortunately, the lieutenant next to him quickly supported him.
"Brigade commander, please cheer up! You have to take us out of here!" The lieutenant was extremely anxious. If even Qianye collapsed, they would really be doomed.
boom! boom! boom!
The shelling on the other side continued and began to gradually extend back, and the jungle became ablaze. Experienced veterans knew very well that this was a prelude to the enemy's attack.
"Report!"
At this time, a Japanese soldier hurriedly ran from the rear of the army:
"Report to the brigade commander! According to the rear observation post, the Chinese troops on the southern blockade are attacking our position, and they are expected to come into contact in about twenty minutes."
"Report...a large number of Chinese people were found three kilometers upstream"
After hearing the soldier's report, Chiba Jubei closed his eyes in discomfort. It really happened that the house was leaking and it rained all night. When you are unlucky, bad things always happen one after another. They are surrounded by people from both sides, from front to back... This is what the Chinese are going to do. Put me to death.
"Brigade commander? What...what should we do?"
"どうしよう..."
"Is it really impossible to go back?"
Looking at these soldiers with sallow faces and faces full of fear, Chiba Jubei felt really bad, but now he must shoulder the burden. This is his destiny as the supreme commander.
"Hello! Shut up!" Chiba Jubei suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes and shouted at everyone: "Do you want to be a coward?"
"The warriors of the empire are never afraid. It is your supreme honor to die on the battlefield and serve His Majesty the Emperor!"
Brainwashing lower-level soldiers is a skill that every "excellent" Japanese officer must possess. Even if they don't believe what they say, in order for these soldiers to fight without fear, they can make up lies no matter how big they are.
This impassioned speech might be very encouraging in normal times, but now...the double physical and mental torture has made these Japanese soldiers feel desperate. The explosions around them have not stopped, and the screams and pain directly hit their souls. These words How many people can listen?
The reaction of the soldiers made Chiba Jubei frown. This is not a good thing. Soldiers without fighting spirit, but he had other words:
"Don't forget how they treated those who surrendered. Those soldiers who became innocent souls will never be reincarnated. Instead of being like a sheep and having their heads chopped off by them, it is better to be a hungry wolf and bite off a piece of meat before dying!"
In some Japanese myths and legends, the belly is the container for the soul, and the head is the passage for the soul to ascend. The spirit of Bushido is to let the erring samurai cut open his abdomen so that his soul can be released. Even the most filthy soul can be purified and sublimated at this moment. Cutting off the head of the erring samurai only reduces the pain of the erring samurai.
But if a person's head is chopped off far away from his homeland, his soul will be sealed in the body forever, or he will become a lonely ghost traveling in the world, and he will never be reincarnated.
You must know that Japanese people are very superstitious, and many people believe this when they hear it.
Death may not be the most terrible thing. What is terrible is that you have to suffer after death. That is something that ordinary people cannot accept.
Seeing everyone's current expressions, Chiba Jubei finally nodded with satisfaction, and a sinister smile appeared on his face:
"Today we have no way out. Gentlemen, take up your weapons and defend your dignity! We...see you at the Yasukuni Shrine!"
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Facts have proved that risking one's life to survive can indeed unleash an astonishing combat effectiveness. The more than 700 little Japs left around Chiba Jubei rushed forward like chicken blood.
They did not choose to move forward from the river beach, because it has become the enemy's killing zone. If they insist on attacking from there, they will become a living target for the opponent. It is estimated that there will be very few left after crossing the river beach, and there are still more enemies behind. There is a battalion of Chinese people waiting there, so we can't do this stupid thing again.
Chiba simply led his men back to the depths of the forest and ran toward the southeast, hoping to catch the three surrounding regiments off guard before they had a firm foothold. No matter what the outcome was, the fight would be right until the last moment.
A fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the jungle. Due to the low visibility in the deep forest, the flares, although bright, could not penetrate the dense canopy. As a result, the scene became extremely chaotic, and the entire forest seemed to be filled with silhouettes of people walking through it. , someone is shooting from an invisible corner at any time.
Launch cold shots, carry out sneak attacks, and trap... The little devils broke into pieces and hid in the woods. They tried every means to fight against the soldiers of the third regiment, but they refused to confront you head-on, which really made Hong Mu very angry. , it feels like a punch hitting cotton.
The battle lasted from midnight to nine o'clock in the morning. It was not until the Gaoji people came from the other side with the second regiment and the main force of the 200th Division that the situation slowly changed.
No matter how cunning and difficult the Japanese are, they will eventually be vulnerable to absolute strength.
The 200th Division and the two main regiments gradually narrowed the encirclement. There were less than a hundred Japs left. Although they were still fighting against the trapped beasts, the sparse gunfire further showed that they were at the end of their rope.
The scorching sun is high in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight shines through the treetops into the forest. The ground is full of debris, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood has become the main theme here.
After a night of bloody fighting, there was not much left of the entire 72nd Brigade. Neither the two infantry regiments that attracted firepower from the southeast nor the brigade headquarters that attempted to break out from the southwest failed to escape the encirclement.
Even the body of Chiba Jubei, the commander of the Major General brigade, was pulled out by a soldier and reported for credit. The remaining dozens of little devils were out of ammunition and exhausted, and they didn't last long. After being persuaded by force, the soldiers put down their weapons...
At the temporary pontoon across the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank. They had their heads drooped and looked defeated, but there was still the spirit of the past.
Private Yang Gongwang held a cane in his hand. Whenever he saw a Japanese soldier who was slow to move, he would hit him twice without saying a word, slapping him in the mouth and cursing. If the company commander hadn't said that he would send these weaklings to the back, he would They all wanted to kill a few people in public to vent their anger.
"Awang, tell them to move faster, as if they haven't eaten."
"I understand, company commander."
Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head, picked up his sleeves, and roared fiercely: "Gah! Hurry up! You are a bunch of bastards, I will fuck you to death!"
Snapped! Snapped!
The cane was whipped hard on the back of a little Japanese soldier, and the huge force knocked him to the ground. Before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward and kicked him a few more times until the Japanese soldier was beaten until he held his head and begged for mercy. He just gave up.
Looking at this tall man who looked like a giant at about 1.8 meters, the other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads in fear and did not dare to resist at all.
Yang Gongwang snorted coldly, obviously still not angry enough. He originally belonged to the 49th Army of the Northeast Army. After the September 18th Incident, the army was dispersed and reorganized. Like a lost dragon, he traveled to many places and finally came to Yunnan. A few days ago, as Supplementary troops entered the third regiment of the Honorable Third Division.
Like most Northeasterners, Yang Gongwang also cherishes longing for his hometown and incomparable hatred for the Japs. However, the continuous defeats in the past have made them numb to the point of losing. The continuous departure of family members and comrades is even more devastating.
Only after he arrived at the Third Division did he realize that the war could still be fought like this, and that the hated Japanese could one day become his prisoners. This was something that he would have never dared to imagine before.
"Hmph! These bastards should go to hell and be captured for their own use!"
"Awang, please keep your voice down. This is what the superiors want. Let's just do it."
Yang Gongwang's constant complaints attracted the attention of the squad leader, who came over and softly comforted:
"You may not know Jun's temper yet, hehe... when the time comes, these little devils will probably be more miserable alive than dead."
The squad leader looked at these little devils with a smile. I have to say...the Japanese have really good military qualities. They marched in a very orderly formation and maintained good discipline even if they were captured.
In the battle last night, more than 4,000 Japanese troops from the 72nd Brigade were basically wiped out. A total of more than 650 prisoners were captured on both sides of the battlefield. Most of them were wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, and less than 200 were still able to move. .
Long Wenwen had no intention of pampering those wounded soldiers who couldn't take care of themselves. Who would be happy to use precious medicines to save these turtles?
At the temporary pontoon across the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank. They had their heads drooped and looked defeated, but there was still the spirit of the past.
Private Yang Gongwang held a cane in his hand. Whenever he saw a Japanese soldier who was slow to move, he would hit him twice without saying a word, slapping him in the mouth and cursing. If the company commander hadn't said that he would send these weaklings to the back, he would They all wanted to kill a few people in public to vent their anger.
"Awang, tell them to move faster, as if they haven't eaten."
"I understand, company commander."
Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head, picked up his sleeves, and roared fiercely: "Gah! Hurry up! You are a bunch of bastards, I will fuck you to death!"
Snapped! Snapped!
The cane was whipped hard on the back of a little Japanese soldier, and the huge force knocked him to the ground. Before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward and kicked him a few more times until the Japanese soldier was beaten until he held his head and begged for mercy. He just gave up.
Looking at this tall man who looked like a giant at about 1.8 meters, the other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads in fear and did not dare to resist at all.
Yang Gongwang snorted coldly, obviously still not angry enough. He originally belonged to the 49th Army of the Northeast Army. After the September 18th Incident, the army was dispersed and reorganized. Like a lost dragon, he traveled to many places and finally came to Yunnan. A few days ago, as Supplementary troops entered the third regiment of the Honorable Third Division.
Like most Northeasterners, Yang Gongwang also cherishes longing for his hometown and incomparable hatred for the Japs. However, the continuous defeats in the past have made them numb to the point of losing. The continuous departure of family members and comrades is even more devastating.
Only after he arrived at the Third Division did he realize that the war could still be fought like this, and that the hated Japanese could one day become his prisoners. This was something that he would have never dared to imagine before.
"Hmph! These bastards should go to hell and be captured for their own use!"
"Awang, please keep your voice down. This is what the superiors want. Let's just do it."
Yang Gongwang's constant complaints attracted the attention of the squad leader, who came over and softly comforted:
"You may not know Jun's temper yet, hehe... when the time comes, these little devils will probably be more miserable alive than dead."
The squad leader looked at these little devils with a smile. I have to say...the Japanese have really good military qualities. They marched in a very orderly formation and maintained good discipline even if they were captured.
In the battle last night, more than 4,000 Japanese troops from the 72nd Brigade were basically wiped out. A total of more than 650 prisoners were captured on both sides of the battlefield. Most of them were wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, and less than 200 were still able to move. .
Long Wenwen had no intention of pampering those wounded soldiers who couldn't take care of themselves. Who would be happy to use precious medicines to save these turtles?
At the temporary pontoon across the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank. They had their heads drooped and looked defeated, but there was still the spirit of the past.
Private Yang Gongwang held a cane in his hand. Whenever he saw a Japanese soldier who was slow to move, he would hit him twice without saying a word, slapping him in the mouth and cursing. If the company commander hadn't said that he would send these weaklings to the back, he would They all wanted to kill a few people in public to vent their anger.
"Awang, tell them to move faster, as if they haven't eaten."
"I understand, company commander."
Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head, picked up his sleeves, and roared fiercely: "Gah! Hurry up! You are a bunch of bastards, I will fuck you to death!"
Snapped! Snapped!
The cane was whipped hard on the back of a little Japanese soldier, and the huge force knocked him to the ground. Before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward and kicked him a few more times until the Japanese soldier was beaten until he held his head and begged for mercy. He just gave up.
Looking at this 1.8 meter figure, he looks like a giant.
