"Dong dong dong..."
Liu Hongwei went a little too far. This was a slap in the face with naked strength, and it was slapped hard on Ishii's big face. This was so embarrassing!
"Boom boom boom..."
Twelve explosive packets were thrown into the sky from 300 meters away, and then slammed into the Japs' position. The Japs, who had just poked their heads out of the trenches and were about to teach the Eighth Route Army infantry a painful lesson, were once again covered by the Eighth Route Army's artillery fire.
This one is even more cruel, even the internal organs will be blown to pieces, and there is no use hiding in the trenches.
Almost all the Japs within thirty meters of the center of the explosion were bleeding to death from their orifices. They were so cruel that they had no conscience!
"Bagaya Road, coming again?"
Ishii almost collapsed, Chu Xiong liked to slap him in the face so much, he didn't care about martial ethics!
Nishikawa deeply agrees:
"It's not that the imperial army is incompetent, but that Chu Xiong's troops are too cunning."
"Your Majesty General, these are the mortars that have appeared before, no fewer than 12!"
Nishikawa was indeed an expert, and he roughly guessed as soon as he heard the sound of the shells breaking through the air. This was the mortar, which the Japanese called a heartless cannon.
“Bagaya Road, Chu Xiong used medieval technology and did not take the usual path, but it caused huge damage to the imperial army;
This is the most terrifying thing about him. He almost single-handedly changed the way of guerrilla warfare, enriching the tactics of the Eighth Route Army's guerrilla warfare and posing greater and greater challenges to the imperial army;
In the future, Chuxiong will definitely become the biggest obstacle for the empire to occupy China and carve up the world! "
After Ishii finished speaking, he felt even sadder in his heart, because he would definitely not be able to see it this day!
Most of the empire's elites only see the great cause of the imperial government, and few would regard Chu Xiong as a real threat, just a small regiment leader.
"Boom boom boom..."
The huge explosion shook the ground, but unfortunately Ishii could no longer feel it. There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak!
To the Japanese, it seemed like a century had passed. The shelling for a few minutes finally ended and the battlefield returned to peace again.
If you have to listen carefully, you can hear the wailing of a large number of wounded Japanese soldiers on the battlefield, like a soul-crushing sound from the depths of hell, which makes other Japanese soldiers tremble when they hear it.
"Omori-kun, Omori-kun! Omori-kun!! Are you still alive?"
Konishi Jiro kept calling his childhood friends, saying that the fox is sad when the rabbit dies. The indescribable sadness in Konishi's heart seemed to be that he saw his destiny in the future.
There were shit-yellow corpses everywhere on the battlefield. Many of the corpses had been blown to pieces. Broken limbs and broken arms were scattered everywhere. The ground was dyed red. If you grab a handful of dirt, the smell is disgusting.
The trenches in the forward position were almost filled up, and there were no one knows how many Japanese were buried in them. The Eighth Route Army was quite benevolent, and only managed to kill and bury them.
"Omori-kun! Omori-kun!"
Xiaoxi did not give up, and continued to call and search...
He picked apart the disgusting corpses and checked each one to see if they were Omori;
The Eighth Route Army stopped attacking after the bombardment, which also gave the Japanese time to rescue the wounded, and the wounded were dug out one by one;
Because there were too many people, they could no longer be sent to the core position for rescue. They could only be treated on the spot by murderous medical soldiers.
The reason why we call them this is that these medical soldiers are half-empty. They have learned some common sense about battlefield first aid. They lack medicine and the battlefield environment is poor. If they don't save them, they may last a few more days, but if they are saved, they will die. Fast, so they are no different from murderers.
After Xiaoxi's unremitting efforts, he finally found Daomori among the dead. One of his thighs had been blown off at the root, and the wound was seriously infected;
The murderers were unwilling to waste precious medicines on him, so they just tied him up randomly with the first aid kit. This was the end of their kindness, and they were waiting for his wound to become infected and die.
If you die, you can save a ration!
Xiao Xi didn't think so. When he saw Da Sen, he almost shouted with excitement, Da Mori is still alive, Da Mori is still alive! !
"Omori-kun, you must hold on! When the Holy War is won, we can go home and watch the cherry blossoms together. How beautiful the cherry blossoms are all over the mountains and fields!
Let's take Junko to watch the cherry blossoms together. The three of us are together. I know you like her too. How about we go together? As long as you persist in living! "
Omori's dog eyes shed a few drops of turbid tears. These were crocodile tears, not worthy of sympathy. His mouth moved, as if he wanted to talk to Xiaoxi.
Xiaoxi moved her head excitedly, and Dasen said to Xiaoxi with tears and regret:
"Xiaoxi-kun, I'm very sorry. In fact, Junko and I have been together behind your back for a long time. On the night we left our hometown, we were under the cherry blossom tree behind her house..."
"Several times on the battlefield, I wanted to hit you with a black gun, but I never found a chance. I didn't expect you to be so kind to me!
Xiaoxi-kun, I don’t want to die. My wound is infected and I need anti-inflammatory medicine. I know you secretly keep an anti-inflammatory medicine. That’s what you save for critical moments, right?
Give it to me, save me, let's go home together and watch with Junko..."
"Ahhh!"
Omori screamed, and the pain reached the depths of his soul. His eyes were filled with fear because he saw the devil.
"Go to hell, Omori, you are worse than a beast, you should go to hell, Junko, I am not even willing to touch her! You -"
Xiaoxi's eyes were scarlet. He had transformed into an animal. He grabbed a handful of foul-smelling mud and applied it fiercely to the wound of Omori's broken leg. Now even the gods could not save him.
"Yo Xi, Xiao Xijun, you did something I didn't have the heart to do, and you saved everyone some food and water."
A medical soldier couldn't help but joked that he had actually received a hint from the officers that seriously wounded people like Omori who were not worth saving should be sent away;
Of course, this kind of inhumane thing must be done covertly and not affect morale, because no one can guarantee whether he will be injured next.
"Okamura-kun, I still have half a rice ball over there. I have a bad appetite recently. Please help me eat it later."
Medical soldier Oka Murutaro was immediately happy when he heard this. Now rice balls are hard currency.
"Konishi-kun, I didn't see anything. Omori-kun is an example for us to learn from. He is loyal to the emperor!"
Omori was still breathing a sigh of relief, but after hearing the dirty deals of these two despicable villains, he was already ashamed to associate with them. He turned his head and went to get the rice dumplings from Amaterasu. In these days, even Amaterasu has noticed Can't afford a packed lunch.
After a period of search and rescue, all the lightly wounded people with salvage value were rescued by the battlefield angel Okamura and other medical soldiers, while those with little value and easy to waste rice dumplings were sent to the list of jade-breaking personnel, and they were executed step by step. When the report arrived in Ishii's hand, it was just a thin piece of paper.
"Nishikawa-kun, have you verified this data? In just a few rounds of shelling, the imperial army killed more than 1,200 people and left more than 300 wounded?"
Ishii couldn't believe his eyes. If this data was true, the casualties would be close to half. The Eighth Route Army's rocket weapons and mortars were also too lethal, and the future was bleak.
Nishikawa nodded. He didn't dare to say that there were still some lightly injured people who were not included in the casualty list. He could still think of the word "future" at this time, and his heart was not as big as usual.
Ishii could tell from Nishikawa's expression that the actual situation might be even worse. He finally accepted the reality and said leisurely:
"Abandon the forward positions. They have all been blown up. There is no need to hold on. Therefore, all personnel have shrunk to the core defense area, repairing the bombed fortifications, and holding on to wait for reinforcements."
Even he himself didn't believe what he said. Could he wait for reinforcements?
