When Ichiro Hiraike arrived at the scene of an incident, his whole heart was half cold, and looking at the cut in the throat of his dead soldier that was cut by a sharp blade, he was already very sure that it must be the dirt eight roads that came in again.

That team was too weird, there were only 18 people, not to mention the accuracy of the marksmanship, not to mention, it was more like a ghost coming and going, even if Hiraike Ichiro ordered many soldiers to besiege the house, in the end he still didn't catch half a shadow.

And now they came, in the middle of this cold, long night.

The bonfire was still swaying in the night, and their own soldiers were in groups of 20, and they were still standing guard to defend, and they were still killed silently.

When the 21 corpses in the last earthen house lay in front of Hiraike Ichiro with frightened eyes one by one, the irresistible chill arose from the bottom of Hiraike Ichiro's heart, and even suppressed the anger in his heart far away.

Is such an enemy a human or a ghost?

No, they're even scarier than ghosts!

It was only about three o'clock in the morning, and nearly fifty soldiers had died in the mud huts all over the place, so that the casualties caused in a short period of time were almost comparable to the battle losses from the battle all the way to the village of the Niu.

Ichiro Hiraike finally came to his senses, and he understood why this hateful Dirt Eight Road had been constantly retreating and delaying in Maverick Village.

It turned out that their purpose was to bring him Hiraike Ichiro into the princess's tomb from the beginning to the end, so that he could attack and kill him in the dark.

At this time, Ichiro Hiraike couldn't tell whether the enemy was a ghost or a dirt hachiro.

The baggage and machine guns were placed close to them, within reach, but they could not give the soldiers of the entire Hiraike squadron any sense of security.

In such a dark night full of murderous planes, all the equipment superiority and military quality of the Japanese soldiers seemed to be less than half a day.

They are like a herd of lambs chosen by the Demon King, to be slaughtered and killed at any time.

"Captain, it's too weird here, what should we do?"

The adjutant asked, shuddering, as he exited the earthen hut where the bonfire had been lit, and the cold enveloped him completely.

Hiraike Ichiro said to himself, "I've never seen such a terrifying Tsuchihachi, if our enemies are as weird as them, the invincible empire here is afraid that it will be the end."

Before dawn, we may freeze to death in the night without the campfire and the earthen house, if we don't leave here, then continue to wait for the devil to harvest our lives! ”

"What did you say, Captain?"

"Pass the order, station all the troops in the two earthen houses at the end, double the vigilance, everyone cheer me up, don't close your eyes, the two earthen houses are connected every three minutes, and the enemy must not be given any more opportunities."

"Hey!"

"In addition, pass the news to the headquarters and report all the strange situations in this village, especially this 18-person weird Eighth Route Army squad."

"Hey!"

Hiraike Ichiro looked at the sky that still had no sign to shine, and held back the fear in his heart, secretly praying that he hoped that this dark night could pass faster!

……

The long night is fleeting, when the sky is still numb.

The anxious voice of the signal corps sounded at the headquarters of the Japanese army brigade in Heyuan County.

Captain Kosaki crawled up sleepily, "What's the matter?" ”

"Report, after the last message from the Hiraike squadron at four o'clock in the morning, there was no response at all."

This shocking news made Xiao Saki no longer sleepy, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The signal soldier said: "At four o'clock in the morning, news came from the Pingchi squadron that they had pursued the Eighth Route Army to a strange village called the Princess Tomb.

In that village they saw a lot of coffins, the village was very strange, many soldiers died along the way, because the night was really cold, the Pingchi squadron could not withdraw from the princess's tomb, so they camped in the earthen house of the people of the princess's tomb, and was attacked by the Eighth Route Army.

Squadron Leader Ichiro Hiraike believes that the Eighth Route Army squad with only about 20 people who attacked them was too terrifying, their marksmanship was accurate, first-class fighting, cunning, weird, and terrifying.

In the end, Squadron Leader Ichiro Hiraike decided to hold on to the two earthen houses until dawn.

After that, there was no more news. ”

"The Hiraike squadron has also been destroyed!"

Kosaki collapsed on his chair in a dejected manner, a remote area, several small villages, and at most two squadrons of the Eighth Route Army, which had wiped out one of his reinforced squadrons and one reinforced squadron one after another.

What kind of team is that?

Kosaki tried his best to calm himself down, and asked, "Did Ichiro Hiraike send back any news, what unit of the Eighth Route Army was that?" ”

"No, they didn't catch a single live one from this team," the signal soldier said. ”

"After fighting for a long time, a squadron is gone, and I don't even know which team the other party is, waste!"

Xiao Saki scolded angrily, but this 18-person Eighth Route Army squad caused him to think, he remembered that before he was stationed in Heyuan County, the commanders in the headquarters also mentioned the terrifying small combat unit of the Eighth Route Army that he had encountered.

The headquarters of the 21st Brigade seems to have been planted in the hands of that squad.

Could it be them?

His Excellency Commander Yoshio Shinozuka has been inquiring about the news of this team!

Xiao Saki was suddenly surprised, by the way, before this, this Heyuan County and Wucheng County were occupied by the new third regiment of the Eighth Route Army, and if they fled from here, most of them would be distributed around here.

Then it is very likely that it is the combat squad of the new third regiment!

Xiao Saki didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly sent the news of his guess back to the headquarters directly......

……

Day finally replaced night, and the long night was a temporary farewell.

Han Feng, who was covered in blood, walked out of the room where Ichiro Hiraike was originally stationed, his eyes were still bright, but he still couldn't help yawning.

The others slowly walked out of the surrounding room, looked at each other, and laughed together.

Han Feng said: "Dispose of the corpses, and restore the house to its original appearance as much as possible, let's borrow the villager's house to kill the devil, and we can't pat our butts and leave when we're done." ”

Duan Peng responded: "Yes! ”

"Let's gather everybody!"

At eight o'clock in the morning, today's sun was shining, and on the rice field of the princess's tomb, Han Feng and his party all gathered.

At this time, the rice field was empty, and only the wooden slag was left of the two coffins placed in the figure of eight that had been smashed by the Pingchi squadron, and the soldiers swept away the wooden slag.

After standing in order, Han Feng asked, "Monk, Zhang Dong, how are the casualties?" ”

The monk hung his head and said: "Report to the head of the regiment, the devil's firepower is too fierce, and my sharp knife company has sacrificed 89 people and seriously injured 5 people." ”

Zhang Dong said: "Report to the regiment commander, the recruit company sacrificed 95 people and seriously injured 10 people. ”

Han Feng sighed: "It's just two ambush battles, we have sacrificed half of our comrades, brothers, you have seen the strength of the little devil now, although we successfully killed this Japanese army in this battle, our own losses are too great." ”

Xu Zilin said: "It's just because there are comrades in the commando team, and there is a good place like the princess's tomb to use, if it weren't for these two points, our two recruit companies would be wiped out."

Monk, Zhang Dong, the seriously wounded soldier arranged the matter and immediately sent it to the military division, and the two of you will cooperate with me to write a battle report afterwards, summarizing the inexperience of this battle, and where the recruits need to grow immediately. ”

"Yes!"

Han Feng waited for Xu Zilin to finish speaking, and then asked, "How is the battlefield cleaned?" ”

The monk said: "All the equipment that can be seized has been seized, but the eight devils who fell into the weir pond are gone, and the guns can't be found." ”

"If you can't find it, you won't look for it, the outlet of the weir pond will be re-blocked, and the path will be re-repaired for the villagers, as for the destroyed coffin, Lao Song said that we still have some money to spare, give some more to the villagers."

The monk said: "Third brother, Lao Song gave it, but the villagers didn't want it, and the villagers said that if the coffin can kill the devil, it doesn't matter how much it is destroyed."

Third brother, don't you know, a few little devils were about to pee their pants last night. ”

The soldiers laughed loudly, this is war, it is cruel and merciless, and the living soldiers have to continue to fight, and they use this laughter to hide the sadness in their hearts.

Han Feng looked at the bright sun, the dazzling light almost couldn't open his eyes, but he enjoyed the burning and numbness.

With my cruelty and madness, it is just right to exchange the mountains and rivers of the motherland, and the people are healthy!

Although nine deaths have no regrets!