The horizontal ridge is not high.
Perhaps the mountain wind was not strong enough and the wildfire did not spread quickly.
The soldier who burned the body of his comrade in a fire hid in the grass to the north.
His eyes kept changing, sometimes with surprise, sometimes with hatred, looking north among the thatch.
The battalion commander won the victory and soon started walking west along the ridge.
When they left, they may have discovered the mountain fire on their side, and they gave a military salute from a distance...
It didn't take long.
A large number of Japanese soldiers rushed up to the northern mountain ridge and began to follow the battalion commander and the others.
In the valley.
More than ten Japanese soldiers gathered around, three of them were lying on stretchers!
It seems that at least three of the Japanese were seriously injured during the desperate fight with the Japanese!
The two of them were sitting on the ground, probably slightly injured.
Those tossing next to the stretcher must be Japanese medical soldiers...
The remaining six or seven were on guard with guns in the direction of the mountain ridge where they were.
I regret a little. I impulsively set fire to the remains of my comrades, wasting five bullets and exposing myself!
Suddenly, another group of Japanese soldiers hurriedly arrived from the east of the valley, and the soldiers quickly shrank their heads.
This group of Japanese soldiers stopped for a while, then continued to rush westward.
After counting carefully, there must be sixty or seventy.
After a while, the dozen or so Japs in the valley were still there.
It seems that except for the few lying down, the other Japs seem to have been replaced?
He couldn't see clearly, he just guessed based on his feeling, because the two Japs who were sitting on the ground with their arms wrapped in bandages were missing!
He probably left with the brigade, and the medical soldiers continued to be busy...
It's not like I haven't experienced it before to find the original troops after being dispersed. Now I can't go after the battalion commander and the others, I have to wait.
This time, I was the only one left, and all the brothers in the class were dead.
Damn devil!
His dirty face couldn't help but twitch slightly in the mountain breeze.
Trying to suppress the crying.
I knew clearly that even if I cried out, the devil wouldn't hear me.
Tears continued to flow down his dirty face, rushing out of two ravines.
Eyes red.
He resisted the urge to rush down the mountain to fight for the Japanese.
I still want to kill ten Japs to avenge my brothers, uh... I have to let my brothers kill one of them, right?
Then kill ten more...
Gotta kill twenty...
Be sure to remember this number...
Then starting from today, I will change my name, and from now on I will be called...Twenty!
No, I'm not dead yet, do you want to kill one first?
Well, let’s just call it twenty-one...
Isn't there someone named "Five"?
From now on, my last name will be "Er"...
With random thoughts in his mind, the adrenaline slowly receded, and his blood-red eyes slowly turned into light red.
There was a feeling of weakness, and my hands and feet seemed to be shaking...
He pulled out the water bottle and took a sip into his mouth, and his mood gradually calmed down.
One person dealt with six Japanese soldiers carrying the wounded, and one medical soldier...
Doesn't seem difficult...
It's a pity that all the grenades have been used up. Otherwise, I would have gone in the dark and blown up the ten bastards below...
Complete half the goal first...
Crazy ideas grew out of control in my mind.
In the past, when a platoon met a Japanese squad, they all thought it was too slow to sprint back.
This man suddenly seemed to be a different person.
If there is any change, maybe it's because... I'm suddenly not afraid of death...
Maybe, there are ten brothers watching from the sky!
If you don't protect me, you can't blame Twenty-one if you can't kill the Japanese!
If I only kill one person, I have to count it as my own...
With this thought in his mind, this man started to bend his waist and groped eastward along the ridge in the bushes at human height.
It's impossible to leave, the mountain fire is coming...
Twenty-One’s idea is simple.
Since there are Japs coming from the east, the Japs will probably carry the wounded to the East!
As for the battlefield situation, he didn't understand it anyway.
Besides, when the staff discuss things with their superiors, they won’t discuss matters with soldiers like themselves.
You just need to obey orders.
I have long been accustomed to obeying orders.
Now that he suddenly has to go it alone, the world suddenly seems to have opened a new door for him.
The world inside the gate is completely different.
Some are not used to no one giving orders to them...
I'm not used to no one messing with me...
I'm not used to asking anyone to discuss things.
Suddenly another question came to mind: Did I become a deserter?
No, after killing these Japs, we have to find a shelter for broken soldiers!
When it comes time to say that they were dispersed by the Japanese, they will send themselves to find the battalion commander. I must be called a hero, not a deserter?
It's useless to think too much. Let's stick to the previous training method and see if there is a chance to kill the two Japs first...
The company commander said during training that if it is difficult to complete a goal, then complete a small goal first.
The Japs at the foot of the hillside finally carried the wounded soldiers on the road, and the direction was damn east...
I looked up at the sky. It was still early before dark, so bullets were not a problem.
The key is that the opponent has seven mobile Japs...
Blood surges to the head, why use an egg against a stone, we are outnumbered... I don't understand...
...
The Japanese fighter jets are gone.
He ignored Lieutenant Okawa's order to expand the bombing range.
The pilot believes that the elite of the advance team are definitely cowards.
Because the plane had used its machine gun to shoot back and forth at the thatch bushes on the ridge three times.
After the aerial bomb was dropped, the thatch bushes on the ridge began to burn and spread, which proved that there was no one on it!
Most of the eight routes are hidden in mouse holes. Just because a plane can fly doesn't mean it can drill into a hole.
Besides, if you request, the lieutenant of the advance team, I can give you some face...
And he gave orders to himself!
Can the elites on earth... compare with the elites in heaven?
It's just a toad on the ground shamelessly humiliating a proud swan.
Ridge position.
The enemy plane finally left.
"Hurry and save people..." the special company commander ordered in a low voice.
The clumps of camouflage began to shake slowly.
Unfortunately, at least five or six thatched camouflages remained motionless.
A soldier slowly caught the grenade fired from the grenade behind him.
A platoon leader of the special agent company looked serious: "...Move slowly, don't shake your hands, and drop down the ridge gently..."
boom...
A grenade with nearly three dozen charges suddenly exploded below the ridge...
Looking at the rising cloud of dust and smoke, the Japanese observers below were a little puzzled. It seemed like there were no grenades?
Report, another group of Japs appeared in the north. It should be the Japs who have come to reinforce...
Report, the Japanese are moving towards both wings, and they probably still want to outflank them...
Don't panic, let's stay here. The staff and the others must have been hiding up there a long time ago. This time the Japanese plane has already left, and we have the advantageous location. The little Japanese can attack from behind, and he can play whatever tricks he wants!
He is not afraid no matter how many people come.
Down the hillside.
The dark-faced lieutenant was not a fool. He yelled at the newly arrived lieutenant commander of the squadron reinforcements: "Don't believe the stupid eyes of the flies. Attack from both wings immediately..."
Instead of taking the mountain path, we walked on both sides of a barren hillside full of thorns and steep cliffs.
Although the reinforcements lieutenant had some doubts about Lieutenant Okawa's order, he still resolutely carried it out.
The hillside is not too steep, but there is a cliff about ten meters high, but this is not difficult for the warriors of the imperial army.
Machine guns are on alert and precision shooters are in position.
The engineer quickly climbed up the cliff using the climbing rope and began to pull a bundle of rope nets to the top of the cliff.
Not long after, the rope net that fixed the upper end was thrown down.
Climbing rope nets is a basic infantry training component and is not difficult at all.
Everything is done step by step.
The reinforcement lieutenant looked calm and suppressed the Eighth Route Army countless times.
This time, there should be no surprises.
It’s just to see how many eight-year-olds can be caught. When the time comes, let them work as coolies to carry these ropes. After they come out of the mountain, find a place for them to dig holes by themselves, and then chop off their heads one by one...
When the time comes, should we leave two Eighth Route Army soldiers to collect the corpses...or only one?
How could the masterpiece of the Imperial Army not be publicized?
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I checked and found that there really is someone with the surname "Er"...
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