Half past one in the middle of the night.

Ito Izumi looked at the four detachments lined up neatly in front of him, looked at their tired but bright eyes, and couldn't help but smile on his face that had been tense.

Sure enough, actual combat is the best training.

Even if the enemy has only four people, even if the enemy only has an inferior Mauser pistol, actual combat is actual combat, and it is completely different from training.

Just as lion cubs need to practice their hunting skills with weak prey, Imperial soldiers also need low-intensity combat to hone their tactics.

Rapid and rapid march in the mountains at night, organizing superior forces to divide and encircle, each detachment assisting in inducing the enemy to go deep into the trap, and exhausting the enemy's physical strength through repeated pursuit of superior forces.

After successfully completing this series of training and actual combat plans tonight, his team has clearly shown signs of rebirth, and the inferiority complex and decadence brought about by being in the second-line brigade of the Category B Division for a long time have disappeared, and there is a bright battle spirit in everyone's eyes.

Well, this is the samurai of the Empire.

This is worthy of Kanda Higashino Shaosa's attention.

Thinking of this young man who was pulling himself in one hand, Ito Izumi had a smile on his face even more.

At the same time, a dense burst of gunfire could be heard in the woods in the distance, and this shot was all too familiar to them, it was the sound of a Southern Type pistol mixed with a Type 38 rifle.

"Idiot, it will only waste the resources of the empire and innocently consume the lives of the soldiers of the empire" Hearing this gunshot, he was silent in his heart.

At this time, the team leader who came with him was Yuhiro Kokubo, who was also his former team leader, and he had always despised this team leader who claimed to dedicate his life to the empire, and what the empire needed was a soldier who contributed to the great cause of East Asia, not a warrior who only knew how to dedicate his life to the empire all day long.

The empire worked so hard to train you, is it to let you return your life to the empire?

"Fix it for half an hour" looked up at the sky, the moonlight at this time was still bright, through the moonlight, it was easy to see the situation within a thousand meters in the distance, he had dark posts around the mountain, and he was not afraid of a few exhausted enemies escaping, so Ito Izumi ordered his subordinates to rest.

Hearing the order, the soldiers quickly spread out and sat down to rest, and took the opportunity to replenish food and water.

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In the mountains and forests, Kokubo Yuhiro was holding a southern ten pistol in his hand, and his expression was hideous.

Like most Japanese people, he is small and stubborn, and his personality is the standard chrysanthemum and sword. It not only has the tranquility and delicacy of chrysanthemums, but also hides the fierceness and determination of the sword.

He was originally a squad leader under Captain Kurokawa Nishida, and his life was calm and comfortable, but since Captain Nishida was killed in an attack, the two brigades were integrated by Kurokawa Yoshida Nakasa, but he is usually not good at communicating, so naturally he has no relationship and background, although he is lucky and difficult to keep the position of squad leader, but the troops under his command are inevitably greatly reduced.

A detachment of the Japanese army was generally composed of 13 people, each detachment had a crooked machine gun, and even some reinforced detachments of Class A divisions had a grenadier canister.

And now his squad has only three nominal detachments left with a total of thirty people, and there are only two detachment leaders, and he even has to serve as a detachment leader.

Most of the squad was old, weak, sick and disabled, and the machine gun was only assigned an old and broken crooked machine gun, and even the rifling was almost smoothed.

Of course, he can endure these, after all, the empire's resources are scarce, poor equipment, and fewer personnel are not a big problem, as long as the samurai spirit is still there, he can be loyal to the empire at any time.

But what made him most uncomfortable was that the commander of this arrest operation was his former subordinate Ito Izumi, the detachment leader Ito Izumi who he looked down on the most in the past, and it was actually appointed by Higashino Shaosa.

How could such a greedy person command an imperial warrior?

Commanded by his former subordinates for several hours, and being the most despised subordinate, the anger in his heart has long been burning wildly.

A true samurai should train himself on the brutal front-line battlefield, and only a samurai who survives between life and death is a warrior who is truly capable of continuing to dedicate himself to the great cause of the empire.

In his opinion, the fugitives should be shot directly and then hung on the city wall as an example.

However, at this time, it was the period of reorganization of the brigade, and the slightest mistake could cause him to become a permanent subordinate of the other party, so in order to continue to be loyal to the empire in the future, he had to bow his head and obey Ito Izumi's command.

Damn, howling indignantly, he raised his gun to shoot at the figure running in the distance, although he knew that such a shot was meaningless, he still stubbornly shot, and used it to vent his dissatisfaction and grievances.

Whizzing, dense bullets swooped through the dense forest, firing at high speed towards the distant fleeing figures, but the view of the woods at night was dim, and the mountains were undulating, so far, except for the scattered leaves on the ground, they had no success in shooting.

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"Keep your body down and pout your buttocks"

"Don't walk in a straight line, walk around the trees"

"Pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing, as long as you don't give up, there will always be opportunities"

"Remember, never give up"

In the constant whistling of bullets passing through the treetops, in the four heavy gasps, Nuoge's hoarse words appeared in everyone's ears, and the other three were silent except for panting, everyone lowered their heads, looked at the mountain road under their feet, and ran silently and quickly.

Everyone came out of the countryside, and the hard farm work since childhood has exercised their solid bodies, and because they live in mountain villages all the year round, they are good at running in the mountains and forests, but even so, in the hours of non-stop pursuit by the devils, they have not eaten, and they have not even had time to drink a few sips of water, they have long been exhausted, and they have been able to survive until now thanks to the spirit of Brother Nuo.

"Jungle on the left, get in"

Seeing a dense forest, Brother Nuo's words suddenly remembered, and everyone didn't think about it, and went straight into the dense forest.

Everyone gritted their teeth, endured the pain of thorn punctures, and after speeding through the dense forest, a small clearing appeared in front of everyone, and in front of the clearing was a path leading straight down the mountain.

Brother No's eyes swept away, and on the left side of the clearing was a pile of rubble, and on the right was a relatively flat mountain forest.

Without hesitation, he ran straight towards the path, and everyone followed.

After walking more than 100 meters on the trail, he stopped abruptly, then led everyone back and climbed into the rubble pile, and then cleared the traces around the rubble.

After entering the pile of rubble, he took out a small kettle from his bosom, took a sip of his own, and handed it to everyone.

"We're here for a break"

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"You say the enemy is gone?"

"You can't even catch up with a few lost dogs, you bunch of waste"

Kokubo Yuhiro hurriedly rushed out of the bushes, kicked away the squad leader in front of him, and roared angrily.

"The enemy fled to the path in the distance, but no trace of the enemy was found in the distance"

The captain of the detachment got up in a hurry, lowered his head, and reported the situation to the people.

"Then don't you chase it..."

And the captain of the detachment was greeted by a roar of losing his mind.