After receiving the news that the marginal troops were attacked, Miura Ota directly gave Qi Le.

A full formation of a wing is stationed here in a dignified manner, and someone actually came to send him to death?

The Battle of Songhu ended with a complete victory for the Empire, and all the main forces of the Republic of China fled in rout, and now there are still people who are not busy running away and running over to die? This is to see that I'm too bored to guard here, so come and have fun with me?

In the spirit of comforting boredom, Miura Ota rode a horse leisurely to the station where the wing was attacked.

The attack was reported near the South Road camp.

This is where a squad is stationed.

From the very beginning of the stationing, the Miura Wing, from the detachment commander to the various captains, clearly knew that the Wing was only temporarily stationed here, and it was impossible for the Empire to use force against the concessions of various countries, otherwise it would not be stationed several kilometers apart, and no heavy weapons would be deployed.

As a battle-hardened front-line unit, even if it is only temporarily stationed in Dayang Town, each squad has well-constructed annular soil field fortifications, although they are not as strong as reinforced concrete fortifications, but they are enough to carry out a low-intensity field battle, especially in the Republic of China, which lacks heavy weapons.

Unless a large contingent strikes, scattered small troop attacks are entirely deadly.

However, when Miura Ota arrived at the location where the attack took place, the situation on the scene made him very incredible.

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At the first glance, Miura Ota was satisfied.

The first thing that caught his eye was a standard squad-level fortification.

The defensive position of a squad was about 200 meters wide and more than 50 meters deep, and the position was arc-shaped. In this arc-shaped area, there are three machine-gun horizontal fortifications, dozens of foxholes, and several large and small communication trenches scattered and regularly distributed, forming an excellent fortification system.

At first glance, Miura Ota was very satisfied with his subordinates, and the temporary garrison was still well fortified, and his troops were a good example of the fine samurai tradition of the empire.

Moreover, as a military expert in fortifications, he could see at a glance that the fortifications here were not only well-constructed, but also very reasonable, and the various firepower echelons were completely configured, which could ensure the concentration and dispersion of firepower, and could concentrate firepower in the face of dense enemies, and also ensure that the firepower points in the squad would not be wiped out in the face of heavy artillery bombardment.

But at second glance, he vaguely noticed that there was something abnormal at all.

Dayang Town is actually not suitable for defensive warfare, because the terrain here is too flat, although the buildings in the town are reinforced concrete structures, strong and durable, but too scarce and concentrated, to the center of the town to look around, is an endless flat and open land, this kind of terrain, easy to attack and difficult to defend, this is also the middle of October the empire here and the Republic of China repeatedly attacked and defended the stalemate for a long time, the empire captured during the day, the Republic of China counterattacked by virtue of the superiority of numbers at night, and the empire again with superior firepower during the day, the battle situation was repeatedly stalemate.

It is also because of the terrain of Dayang Town, so when Miura Ota heard that there was an attacker for the first time, he laughed in his heart, and the small group of troops attacked the wing head-on during the day, on the wide ground, isn't this looking for death.

So, his second sight was to look for the body of the attacker.

When he arrived at this place on horseback, it had been more than ten minutes since the attack, and the gunfire of the battle lasted less than a minute. Rightfully so, he believed that the battle was over and that the attackers had been eliminated.

In front of the attacked position was an open area up to a kilometer wide, many houses had been blown up, only a few ruins remained, and at the moment there was a squadron of soldiers on the periphery, and more than a dozen corpses were placed on the position.

It's just that the corpses seem to be wearing imperial uniforms? And how can there be broken corpses?

What's going on? More than a dozen soldiers were killed or wounded in one minute? And so vigilant, hasn't the enemy been wiped out yet?

With the slightest hint of ominous doubt, Miura Otachi walked straight to the position.

"Wing Commander" At this time, the squadron leader in charge of the garrison here hurriedly came to report.

"What's going on?" Oura Ota did not dismount, he grabbed the reins and asked condescendingly.

"We were attacked, the attackers fled after shooting a dozen Imperial soldiers, and the pursuing force did not catch up," the squadron leader reported with his head bowed.

"How many attackers are there?" Miura Ota was keenly aware of the undisclosed information among the squadron leaders.

"According to the report of the front-line squad leader, only... There was only 1 person, and it was up..." The squadron leader was somewhat distracted.

"Judging from the traces left in front of you, there is indeed only one attacker" gritted his teeth, and the squadron leader still said this fact that made him feel incredible.

"Alone?" As soon as the squadron leader's voice fell, Miura Ota raised his head and face with a horsewhip.

"Can an attacker kill a dozen soldiers in such an open area? Are you a pig? Enraged, Miura jumped off his horse, but the whip in his hand still kept falling on the squadron leader.

In the open area of the plains, an attacker killed a dozen soldiers of the empire in a minute, and escaped!

Are you making up ninja stories?

After whipping the squadron leader a few times, Miura, who was slightly less angry, walked straight to the dozen or so corpses of soldiers that had been neatly put away.

Ignoring the few soldiers around him who were saluting, his eyes stared straight at the dozen or so corpses.

There were twelve corpses in total, seven intact but with multiple bullet holes visible on their bodies, and the other five...

Seeing the other five, he couldn't help but shudder...

Each one of them was in tatters, some of them had no hands and feet, some of them had no heads, and some of them were simply empty of their chests, and their intestines and white brains were mixed together, and they were extremely frightened.

Is this caused by large-caliber guns?

After a long time on the battlefield, Miura Ota could see at a glance what kind of wounds were caused by weapons, which can only be caused by large-caliber anti-aircraft machine guns or anti-tank guns.

But...

Those European war veterans in the army of the Republic of China?

As far as he knew, the Republic of China was only equipped with a small number of expired old goods that had been circulated after the end of the last European war, and although it was powerful, it was not reliable.

It's just, what kind of enemy, in just one minute, caused the death of twelve people? And can you fully retreat yourself?

He has fought many times with the Central Army of the Republic of China, and he also knows very well that although the enemy soldiers have a good will to fight, they are far inferior to the imperial soldiers in terms of military quality and combat ability, and if they want to cause such casualties in a one-minute contact battle, they need at least one elite company.

Could it be that there is a remnant of an elite Republic of China company here?

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became hot.

An elite Republic of China company is much more fun than a remnant of less than ten people.

As for the squadron leader's statement that there was only one enemy, he didn't believe it at all.

How could one person cause such casualties? Moreover, it is impossible for a gun of this caliber to be controlled by one person.

"Wing Commander, let's take you to see the scene" The squadron leader, who had been whipped several times, recovered for a long time, covering his hot face, he walked to Miura Ota's side, and did not defend much, but directly led Miura to the area of engagement.

At a mud house that had been shattered by a shell, the squadron leader pointed to the ground, and his words were full of grievances.

"From the traces of the ground and the reports of the soldiers, it is shown that the enemy has only one person, and the enemy's firepower and accuracy are very strong, just one photo, and more than a dozen soldiers in the squad have fallen"

Although he still didn't believe it, Miura Ota still watched carefully.

Bullet casings all over the ground, lonely and messy footsteps...

There is indeed only one trace of one person...

After carefully studying it for a long time, Miura Ota suddenly frowned.

His gaze followed his footsteps all the way, and finally his footsteps stopped at a broken wall, and then came out of another broken wall about five or six meters away in the distance, and his footsteps were connected again, and there was not the slightest trace of the blank dirt in between.

Turning his head, he stared at the squadron leader behind him, pointing to the footprints in the ground, and then to the empty space in the middle.

"This, the soldier reported that the enemy jumped directly"

"Moreover, the enemy's speed is fast, faster than the cavalry," the squadron leader's words were still a little hesitant.

Although the squadron leader himself didn't believe this, whether it was the traces on the ground or the reports of many squad soldiers, they were surprisingly consistent, and it had rained on the ground not long ago, and there were only footprints along the way and they were very clear, so it was impossible to fake them.

He himself had actually arrived two minutes after the fight, and had indeed seen the back of the attacker fleeing.

That speed, it seems to be really comparable to cavalry.

"Do you know how fast the cavalry marched" Raising the whip in his hand, Miura Ota twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a calm tone.

"The cavalry marched at a rapid speed of fifty kilometers per hour" The squadron leader seemed to realize something, his whole body trembled, and he lowered his head.

"How far is it here" Miura Ota did not answer, pointed to the two broken walls, and changed the subject.

"Five meters six" looked up slightly, and then the squadron leader's head hung lower.

"Go and bring my horse over, and get another spirit infusion stick" Without continuing to pay attention to the squadron leader, Miura Ota spoke directly to the guard behind him.

Soon, the guard led his horse with a wooden stick a meter thick in his arm.

Afterwards, Miura Ota mounted his horse, raised his whip and pointed at the squadron leader with his head down.

"Three Choices"

"First, it's a kilometer away from the road, I ride a horse, you run, don't lag behind me ten meters"

"Second, jump over this 5.6-meter broken wall"

"Third, a hundred times the spirit is injected into the stick"

The squadron leader trembled all over, he looked at the co-captain on horseback, then at the broken wall of five meters six in front of him, and finally at the spiritual injection stick with thick arms.

He naturally didn't consider the first two options, which are not at all something that humans can do, as for the latter...

Spirit-infused sticks, a recruit's nightmare. Ten sticks are lame a week, and a hundred sticks lie for half a month.

Gritting his teeth, he bare his belly.

And as a stick fell on him, he gritted his teeth and thought as he boiled through severe pain.

"When he can get out of bed, he's going to give everyone in the guard team a hundred sticks himself."