Watching helplessly, the machine gun fire points that were too late to be diverted were destroyed one after another in the artillery fire.
Okamoto Ryuichi's heart was bleeding, and he felt that his blood pressure was about to become uncontrollable again. His dream of trying to unite and break out was shattered in an instant.
"Gentlemen, we can only rely on ourselves now! Each squadron and squadron will be free to disperse and break out immediately. The tactics must be transferred to Wanjia Town to assemble!" Okamoto Ryuichi ordered the two squadron leaders who were following him.
Although for a little devil, running away is a very shameful thing.
What is more embarrassing and worse than the whole team escaping is to escape in scattered directions, which means that the locust army cannot control the situation at all and cannot even organize their escape. In this case, even if they run away, the leader of the team will have to return to the army. severely punished.
But Okamoto Ryuichi couldn't care less now. If he could escape partially, it would be much better than being completely annihilated.
The current situation is really bad.
The enemy had an overwhelming advantage in terms of terrain and firepower. The continuous sound of exploding mortar shells made Okamoto Ryuichi feel like when he fought against the Jinsui Army, his opponent was suppressed by endless artillery fire. despair.
That is a crisis that cannot be cured by human power!
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Yamada, the little devil, was ordered to conduct reconnaissance. He held the Sanba Gai in his arms, threw off his short legs with some trepidation, and trotted forward to conduct reconnaissance.
The vague sound of gunfire made Sanosuke Yamada feel as if he was walking into the mouth of a ferocious beast.
Fear is like the boundless darkness, gradually swallowing up Yamada Sanosuke's little courage.
The baggage train was more than two miles behind, and it took Yamada Sanosuke more than ten minutes to reach the place where the Imperial Alliance Army was attacked.
But except for the blood stains on the ground, Yamada Sanosuke couldn't see anything useful here. But when he turned around and saw the hillside, the heads seemed to be staring at him.
"Ah ah ah" Sanosuke Yamada turned his head and exclaimed and started running quickly.
Although it seemed useless, "Xikui, keep him alive." A timid little devil was perfect for Gao Jianwu.
With a bang and a gunshot, Yamada Sanosuke fell to the ground and started to cry.
Gao Jianwu and Song Tiecheng ran over. Gao Jianwu grabbed Yamada Sanosuke, who had lost the courage to resist, and slapped him without saying a word.
"Baga! Tell me, how many people are behind you?" Gao Jianwu asked in a pure Kansai accent.
The voice was so pure, coupled with the familiar slapping action, that Yamada Sanosuke, who was born in the countryside, suddenly thought he had met a high-ranking official among his own people.
"Sir, we have a detachment!" Yamada Sanosuke blurted out involuntarily. As soon as the words came out, I realized that these people in front of me were definitely not my own, otherwise they would not see me running away, and their clothes were also strange.
But for Gao Jianwu, Yamada Sanosuke was of no use anymore. After slapping him a few more times, he slapped Song Tiecheng next to him.
"Hammer, take a few team members to the front and kill the kid at the back. As for this kid,..." Gao Jianwu glanced at Yamada Sanosuke.
It was this glance that allowed Yamada Sanosuke to find the slightest chance of survival in an instant.
"Sir, I am willing to surrender!" Yamada Sanosuke saw the murderous intent in Gao Jianwu's eyes, couldn't help but screamed loudly, and knelt on the ground to surrender.
Although most of the little devils in this period were fanatical warriors, it is undeniable that among the little devils who were forced to come from the fields, there were many who were greedy for life and afraid of death.
"I can help the commander persuade the personnel escorting the baggage team behind."
If he just surrendered, Gao Jianwu felt that a 150% ordinary kid was of little use, so it would be easier to just shoot him down.
But if he can help Gao Jianwu persuade a detachment of little Japs to surrender, it will be of great significance. These little Japs will definitely become the favorites at the headquarters!
Moreover, an idea flashed through Gao Jianwu's mind. Although it was still very weak and felt very slim, it might not be feasible at all.
"Tell me your name, rank, and your hometown. You must know that nothing can be hidden from me." Gao Jianwu stared into Yamada Sanosuke's eyes and asked.
"Yamada Sanosuke, captain of the fourth detachment of the third detachment of the first squadron of the Heijo Military Police Battalion, is from Osaka. All my detachments are fellow residents of Osaka." Yamada Sanosuke replied without hesitation, fearing that he would be slow. If you do, you will be killed.
"Osaka?" Gao Jianwu showed a hint of surprise and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
This is interesting.
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Ryuichi Okamoto, with a small team that had finally gathered around him, took the lead and started running like crazy along the road towards Wanjia Town!
Immediately afterwards, the little devils began to gradually move towards Wanjia Town in groups of three or five.
Although the little devils are now being suppressed and beaten, with the spirit of Bushido, they have not collapsed yet, and they are retreating under cover alternately.
...
On the other side, on the sniper position, Zhao Dalei had been observing the little Japanese's movements.
After leading the team in several big scenes, Zhao Dalei grew up quickly.
Moreover, the detachment was worthy of its name. As Gao Jianwu's favorite troops, no matter training or fighting, the bandits were no longer loose, and they gradually became the main force.
Since the beginning of the artillery battle, Zhao Dalei has been at the forward position, observing every move of the Japs with binoculars, commanding grenades and sharpshooters, waiting for opportunities to slap the Japs. Although the results are not many, the activity and morale of the first unit are. Even in these few sneak attacks, he never fell.
Seeing so many little devils, no one in the first team was afraid.
Instead, I felt extremely happy as I watched my side's mortars chasing down the machine gun fire points one by one, or being directly hit by the mortars on a small group of Japs.
This kind of situation of pressing the opponent to fight is really exciting.
One by one, they became more courageous and began to imitate sharpshooters, sneaking up on the little devils in sight from time to time.
Each of them used the three-eight-to-three-eight to cover two three-hundred-meter distance. Although the accuracy cannot be guaranteed, the lethality is the leverage. The hit will definitely make the little devil unable to take advantage of it.
There are more than a hundred people, and there is no shortage of bullets. Even if the hit rate is less than one tenth, but one wave after another, each wave takes away a few little devils, like ants, chewing them off piece by piece. .
When Zhao Dalei observed that the Japanese machine gun fire points had been completely destroyed and that the Japanese had already shown signs of collapsing and running away, as the temporary commander of the infantry unit of the entire position, he keenly noticed that the fighter planes had arrived. Therefore, he almost ordered the Japanese to retreat while Ryuichi Okamoto was there. At that moment, Zhao Dalei did not hesitate and shouted loudly to the bugler next to him: "Huzi! Play the charge horn!"
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