Zhou Wen frowned and said, "Didn't you beat me to death even if you told me? Why are you still here to deliver the message?"
The soldier was a little worried. He glanced at Zhou Wen secretly and said, "It was the company commander who asked me to come over and report that this Japanese guy's legs were blown off and he had no weapons in his hands. He shouted in Chinese that he wanted to see our commander. .”
It turned out that just when the Japanese army made their final charge, the lucky halo that had been hanging on the trees under Mishan finally dissipated. A 75mm mountain artillery shell exploded at close range, sending the last messenger next to him to the ground. At the same time, the flying shrapnel was like a knife cutting butter, cutting off one of his legs at the knee, and the severe pain caused him to fall into coma instantly.
When he woke up, the battle was basically over. He had actually entered the dying stage of his life after losing too much blood. However, he still held on for his last breath and looked at those who finally walked out of the ambush position in the woods. Chinese soldiers.
These soldiers were different from all the Chinese soldiers he had seen before. They wore camouflage-colored steel helmets and military uniforms, high-waisted military boots, and each wore a white cloak. Most of them searched step by step silently and vigilantly. Apart from the sound of gunfire, there were only a few officers' orders on the battlefield.
Mishanxia Shu could tell from the skirmish formation they formed that this was a well-trained army. There was no excitement on their faces when victory was in sight, nor was there any fear or fear. Some were just calm and peaceful. Silence, just like a regular training session.
They moved forward steadily and unhurriedly. They were not in a hurry to enter the center of the battlefield. Instead, they kept moving and shooting along the edge of the battlefield...Move again, shoot again...
Seeing this, Mi Shanxiashu felt chilled and couldn't help but curse.
These damn Chinese soldiers were refilling their guns. They were shooting at the bodies of every imperial warrior lying on the ground. They could be seen within sight of the trees under Mishan Mountain. Many of the imperial soldiers who were only injured and incapacitated were killed by them. When they shoot, it seems as if what they are shooting is not life, but dead things.
"Baga! They don't want prisoners."
Mishan Xia Shu reacted instantly, and his heart, which had been shrouded in chill, fell deeper into the ice abyss again.
Of course, he believed that his loyal and brave subordinates would never accept their fate as prisoners. Even if they only breathed their last breath, they would do everything possible to die with the enemy.
Being captured by the enemy is something that every Imperial soldier cannot tolerate, and it is also something that His Majesty the Emperor and the Imperial people cannot tolerate.
However, unwillingness to be a prisoner and whether the enemy wants to be a prisoner are completely different things.
The trees under the rice mountains are anxious. Isn’t your Baga a country of benevolence and righteousness? Haven't you, Baga, believed in repaying evil with kindness for thousands of years? How can you not take prisoners? Don't you want to give a confession? Don't spy on the enemy's truth? Don't want the credit? Don't want publicity?
Not only was he anxious, but there were also Japanese officers and soldiers who were seriously injured, waiting silently for the final blow when the enemy approached. There were even a few who were just stunned by the shells, and after waking up, they were still pretending to be dead with murderous intentions. The Japanese troops were also anxious.
They are all waiting for the last moment of their loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, waiting for their lives to erupt with the final flames from the grenades they hold tightly in their hands. Some Japanese soldiers even deliberately wailed loudly and screamed in order to attract The other party is coming to capture the prisoners.
They were determined to show their opponents and let them know how powerful they were. Imperial soldiers would never surrender.
But the last moment never came, and what was waiting was just follow-up shots and kills by the enemy without giving them a chance.
It was as if I had gathered my last strength and prepared for the final dance of life, but there was no audience to watch, no one.
There are just ruthless bullets and groups of cold figures in the distance like killing machines.
Therefore, all the Japanese troops who were still lingering at this time were not only anxious, but also panicked.
No one can watch death approaching and remain indifferent, and no one can continue to pretend to be dead on the ground like an old dog when they know that the opponent's bullet will be fired at the next moment.
So they began to squirm, struggle, and scream, like little rabbits whose buttocks were touched by Grandma Wolf.
At this time, their loyalty to the emperor and the honor of the imperial soldiers began to become indifferent, and what filled their hearts was the fear of death.
There is no one in this world who is not afraid of death. What supports them to face death is nothing more than honor and spirit.
When they feel that they are worthless after being slaughtered like pigs...wrong, they are even more worthless than the slaughtered pigs. The slaughtered pigs can at least become delicacies in human mouths, but now they can only become big animals. The fertilizer on the ground, what spiritual beliefs and honors were completely replaced by fear and despair at this moment.
Therefore, those who could move couldn't help but reach out for the gun beside them, thinking that they could at least shoot out before the enemy's bullet hit them. It didn't matter whether they hit or not.
Some of the wounded couldn't stand the fear and pressure. They screamed in despair and pulled off the grenade ring that was already stained with sweat and blood. They cried and waited for the grenade to explode.
Once a person's spirit collapses, people with even weaker wills will naturally seek to save their lives.
As a result, the Japanese soldiers begged for mercy actually appeared on the battlefield. Yes, you heard it right, it was a real cry for mercy.
"Fax...don't shoot...please...don't kill me."
But does the mercenary group need to survive? Will the brothers in the mercenary group believe these crazy Japanese soldiers who don’t look like human beings?
The answer to them is still the bullets sprayed in silence. No matter you are holding a weapon or waving your hands to beg for mercy, you will all die. This is your fate, and this is the retribution you deserve after setting foot on Chinese soil. .
Looking at the scene happening in front of his eyes, Yoneyama Shitsuki also felt desperate, and at the same time he was ashamed that there were cowards in his beast team.
But he knew that nothing could change the outcome that the Beast Brigade would be completely and cleanly wiped out by their opponents.
Therefore, when he saw that the Chinese soldiers in the distance had cleared away the peripheral threats and began to gradually approach the center of the battlefield, he made a move that no one could have imagined, a move that stunned his remaining men. move.
He endured the severe pain and sat up, raised his hands, and shouted in half-baked Chinese: "Don't shoot, I am Captain Mishan... Don't shoot... I want to see your commander."
Yes, this arrogant Japanese Army Major Captain, this Japanese mid-level officer who has great love and respect for his country and the Emperor, raised his flag to his enemies and to the Chinese soldiers whom he once despised and disdained from the bottom of his heart. He raised his hands.
