Hao Dabao never thought that he would be able to take this copper mine without any losses, he just wanted to minimize the casualties.

As all the soldiers of the cavalry company entered the position, the lives of the more than thirty devils also came to an end.

Hao Dabao put away his gun as soon as he entered the position, and drew a three-zero bayonet with his backhand.

This bayonet was asked for by Hao Dabao from Liu Cheng, saying that it was to touch the evil spirit on Liu Cheng's body.

All the soldiers of the independent battalion had some personality cult for Liu Cheng, and the most fanatical among them was Hao Dabao.

Like Liu Cheng, he felt that the pleasure of killing the enemy with a gun was actually very limited.

With a knife or with bare hands, those are two completely different feelings.

The warm blood and the desperate eyes of the enemy were the ultimate pleasure for people like them.

Hao Dabao had just pulled the bayonet out of the body of a Japanese soldier when he suddenly felt a cool breeze coming from the back of his head.

He subconsciously lowered his head, and a command knife grazed the back of his head, shaving off a scalp two fingers wide.

Hao Dabao rolled forward, flipped over the corpse of the Japanese soldier under him, stood up, and swept backwards with his backhand.

The owner of the command knife was about to kick Hao Dabao's lower back, but when he saw the bayonet sweeping horizontally towards his neck, he had no choice but to give up, and his body fell straight back.

Hao Dabao didn't even look back, the bayonet in his hand grazed his thigh and returned to him, directly stabbing into the back of a Japanese soldier who was sneaking into Liao Dahai.

Liao Dahai was also attacked by someone, and was stabbed in the shoulder, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a blood-stained tip of the knife on the chest of the Japanese soldier who attacked him.

Hao Dabao looked at Liao Dahai, who was startled, grinned, and then raised his knee and hit the waist of the Japanese soldier who had become a corpse, and pulled out the bayonet.

His face was covered with blood, and with that evil and hideous smile, Liao Dahai couldn't help but shudder.

The owner of the command knife that cut off a piece of Hao Dabao's scalp had already stood up from the ground at this time and looked coldly at Hao Dabao who turned around.

He is the leader of this squad, and he has been sent to this grassland for two years.

Not long ago, he had just finished his mission to guard a small silver mine and was transferred here to protect the three people of Fukuhara and the copper mine.

When he was first sent to the grassland, the team leader was very unhappy, feeling that there was no "future" here, let alone a battle to fight.

He is the kind of person who has been brainwashed and washed very thoroughly, and he wants to be promoted and reused.

Although Japan occupied the Northeast almost without much hands, most of the "hard battles" were fought by the puppet army of Zhang Haipeng, Yu Zhishan and others.

But it would be good to be able to fight against the anti-Japanese forces that have emerged one after another, at least without having to huddle in this dark mine all day.

But after actually coming to the grassland, he didn't want to leave.

At that time, the food of the Japanese army was quite good, but it was not like eating canned beef all day long like in some film and television works.

At that time, Japan invested most of its financial and material resources in the production and manufacture of weapons and ammunition, and its military spending was not very sufficient.

Canned beef is indeed available, but it's good to be able to send two boxes in ten days and half a month.

In the later stages of the war, the supply of the Japanese soldiers was also cut off, not to mention the food security, and even the iconic Zhaowu-style military boots could not be issued, so how could there be money to send canned food?

In those large and small cities and villages, before the Japanese came, those people were barely able to make ends meet, and they could raise a few chickens at home and eat eggs every once in a while, even if they were good people.

When the Japanese army first entered the station, it was fine, at least there were chickens from the common people and pigs from rich families to eat.

But there were more and more troops, and the common people had fewer and fewer poultry and livestock, and it didn't take long for them to eat them clean.

But it's not the same on the prairie.

Although the Japanese also controlled the entire Inner Mongolia region, how could they completely control this vast grassland, except for the population gathering areas?

Therefore, there are still many herdsmen in the grasslands, who raise a large number of cattle, sheep and horses, and are nomadic and have not been robbed by the Japanese.

When this Japanese team first entered the grassland, it was tasked with guarding a very small gold mine, and it was mined for more than two months, and not much gold was produced in total.

However, they met two herdsmen who accidentally came to the vicinity, and grabbed thirty or forty sheep and a dozen cattle, not to mention seven or eight laborers for nothing.

After tasting the sweetness, this team leader, who was still bent on finding an opportunity to transfer back to the city area, didn't want to go back.

At least the living conditions and food here are better, although there are occasional attempts to resist by the herdsmen, but they do not cause any trouble at all.

In his eyes, those people are the ones who came to give people heads.

It was precisely because of the moths of these people that he was rewarded half a year ago and promoted to lieutenant.

But this time, from the moment the gun rang out, he knew he had met his opponent.

The rate of fire of the submachine gun was much faster than that of the crooked machine gun, and the occasional resistance team on the steppe was not of such a large scale.

Especially the whole process of Hao Dabao dodging that blow just now made this Japanese squad leader feel a trace of fear in his heart.

Maybe it's because his comfortable days have passed for a long time, and his fighting spirit has been worn out.

Or, it was Hao Dabao's ferocity that shocked him and shook his self-confidence.

In short, when Hao Dabao turned to face him, the squad leader didn't attack at the first time.

Hao Dabao didn't care what he was thinking about in his heart, as soon as he saw the rank of lieutenant on his shoulder, a strange smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the bloody bayonet in Hao Dabao's hand slashing head-on, the first reaction of the Japanese squad leader was not to fight, but to retreat.

He took two quick steps back and glanced left and right, as if trying to ask for help.

But thirty or so men were surrounded by seventy or eighty cavalry companies, and how could anyone have spare hands to support him?

Hao Dabao didn't intend to give him the slightest respite, one knife was faster than another, forcing the squad leader to retreat again and again.

Behind him, a soldier of a cavalry company had just broken the neck of the Japanese soldier who was rolling with him in an entanglement, quickly got up from the ground, and by the way touched a Type 38 rifle.

While observing the surrounding situation, the soldier saw at a glance the Japanese squad leader who was retreating again and again, and without thinking about it, he picked up his gun and stabbed him.

"Poof!"

There was a soft sound that pierced the flesh, and the bayonet pierced through the body, and a sharp point emerged from the chest of the Japanese squad leader.