Zhou Zhihan watched from the air as the Japanese discarded their helmets and armor, howled like ghosts and howled like wolves, and the team was crippled. They no longer looked like the tiger and wolf warriors they once were. He smiled cruelly again.
Zhou Zhihan looked at his watch.
He had tortured the Japanese on this mountain for two full hours, and it was time to go back. Although he could refuel unlimited times in the air and fire unlimited times, returning too late would not be justified in terms of time.
Moreover, the Japs are now better trained, and their marching team has become sparse and crooked. When they hear the sound of gunfire, the Japs no longer lie still on the ground, but cling to the mountain to avoid it. This trick is very effective.
After dropping four 113-kilogram bombs that exploded among the Japs, Zhou Zhihan piloted No. 214 Night Fighting Hurricane back.
After nearly half an hour without further attacks, Nakamura Masao was sure that the Chinese fighter jets had left, and he ordered his troops to count their numbers.
After a while, a major counted the number of people and reported that due to the attack by Chinese fighter planes, more than 200 Imperial soldiers were killed or injured, and dozens more were missing. Except for one machine gun squad, the entire army was wiped out, including the artillery. The casualties were the worst.
Nakamura Masao gritted his teeth when he heard this. He never dreamed that a Chinese fighter jet could actually take away the lives of three hundred imperial soldiers.
But for the dignity of the emperor, he would never let the outside world know about this tragic casualty.
If the outside world knew that a Chinese fighter jet killed three hundred Japanese soldiers, it would have a great impact on the morale of the Imperial Army, and it would also increase the morale of the Chinese Army.
Some battle situations must be concealed!
Seeing that the soldiers were dejected and their morale was low to the freezing point, Nakamura Masao did not ask to leave immediately. Instead, he asked everyone to rest on the spot for half an hour, eat something, and replenish their physical strength.
A few minutes later.
Suddenly, a melodious harmonica sound sounded, and I didn't know which soldier played Japan's famous "Sakura Ballad". This slightly sad mood suddenly filled the ranks of the Japanese army. Immediately, someone sang in harmony with the harmonica sound. Singing in Japanese: "Sakura, cherry blossom, white flowers bloom in spring in March..."
Many soldiers hummed softly, and their homesickness was instantly ignited. The songs echoed and lingered in the cold mountains for a long time.
The singing of "Sakura Ballad" reminded all the Japanese soldiers on this mountain of the beautiful cherry blossoms in their hometown and their parents, brothers, and sisters at home.
In the cold night, they felt hunger, cold, cruelty and despair for the first time.
So for a while, many Japanese soldiers cried homesickly on this mountain. Then those Japanese soldiers who knew that they were seriously injured and could not return to their hometown pulled the trigger and shot themselves without hesitation. Before they died, they repeatedly The ground sang "White flowers bloom in spring in March, and their fragrance reflects the moonlight..."
Nakamura Masao was sitting under a rock. The military medical officer treated his wound again. The gauze on his face was ignited by gasoline and needed to be rebandaged. Listening to the soldiers singing the familiar "Sakura Ballad", his heart suddenly surged. Nostalgic for his hometown, an inexplicable sadness grew in his heart.
He led the troops out for four days. Everywhere they went, they were stubbornly blocked by the Chinese Army. Now in this deserted and dangerous mountain, the troops were hit hard again. If they could not arrive in Jiutang in time to rescue the Sanmu Regiment, then His reputation as the "steel sword that never breaks" was finally wiped out.
Suddenly, a Japanese soldier whose legs were broken by bullets and covered in blood lay on the ground, facing the east, and cried out in a miserable voice: "I want to go home, I don't want to fight anymore, I want to go home, let me Go home...please take me home..."
The emotions of the wounded soldiers infected many soldiers, and many shed tears silently.
"Snapped!"
There was a gunshot, and the wounded soldier fell in a pool of blood. He struggled a few times and remained motionless.
Nakamura Masao held a torch in one hand and a pistol in the other, with a few wisps of smoke coming from the muzzle. Behind him, there were several combat supervisors holding light machine guns and wearing "War Supervision" armbands on their arms.
The cries of the Japanese soldiers stopped abruptly.
Holding a pistol and looking murderous, Major General Masao Nakamura suddenly sang loudly: "Sakura, cherry blossoms, white flowers bloom in spring in March, and their fragrance is misty and reflects the moonlight..."
Just when the soldiers were at a loss, Nakamura Masao stopped singing: "The emperor's soldiers, singing the ode to cherry blossoms here, will not be able to return home. We can only muster up the courage and show the fearless spirit of the emperor. We Only then can you leave here and return to your hometown in Jinyi in the future.
All of you must remember that a Chinese fighter jet humiliated us tonight, so we must double the humiliation and return it to the Chinese to wash away our shame tonight.
We in Japan have a small territory and lack of resources. Your families, relatives and friends are threatened by earthquakes and tsunamis all year round. His wise Majesty, the Emperor, is sending us to a place where the land is fertile and the resources are rich in order to let the people of the country live a better life. China will complete the Greater East Asia Unification and Co-Prosperity Sphere.
Now, most of China is under our feet. The imperialists only need to work harder to occupy the whole of China and make all Chinese people surrender under our feet. At that time, we will take your family and we will take over this large area of China. Enjoy the glory and wealth on the land and let the cherry blossoms bloom all over China. "
Masao Nakamura's morale-boosting words had an immediate effect, and the soldiers immediately stopped crying and homesickness.
Nakamura Masao inserted his pistol and pulled out his sword with a sigh: "A soldier who does not love his hometown is not a good soldier, but a soldier who does not have the heart to conquer the enemy is not a good samurai of the great emperor.
Now, the warriors of the Yamato nation must wipe away their tears, hold their heads high, walk out of this mountain with me, break through the layers of Chinese obstructions, join the Miki Regiment, and conquer the Chinese Army and the Chinese together! "
The Japanese devils have been influenced by the doctrine of equal pot (...) since childhood, and have been imbued with the Bushido spirit for a long time. During World War II, their minds were also stupid. Under the kindness and power of Nakamura Masao, they soon aroused their cruelty and aggressiveness, and quickly got out of the war. The decadence just now.
This is one of the reasons why during World War II, short and strong Japanese soldiers were often able to burst out with strong combat effectiveness.
It is a pity that Zhou Zhihan did not see this scene, otherwise, even if the identity of the time traveler was exposed, he would have wiped out the entire force led by Nakamura Masao.
When a cloud of morning mist filled with heavy moisture vapor came towards us, and when the noise of countless crows and the howls of wild beasts came from the mountains behind, Nakamura Masao led the exhausted 42nd Regiment and finally Out of the mountains.
The sun rises in the east, driving away the morning fog. In the mountains behind Masao Nakamura, wild beasts roar continuously, and crows circle and fly on the top of the mountain, blocking out the clouds and sun.
If a plane passes over this mountain at this time, you can see that on a rugged and winding mountain road stained red with blood, hundreds of corpses of Japanese soldiers are lying in random directions, and countless wild wolves have eaten their belly and round waist, looking up to the sky. Howling long, it drives away swarms of red-eyed and black-feathered crows swooping down from the sky.
