Hashimoto looked back at the Burmese men in black homespun clothes, and scolded silently before turning his head, he was a mountain soldier drawn from Taiwan, specifically to pursue the expeditionary force that had infiltrated northern Burma. "Green" The battle two nights ago caused Hashimoto to lose three of his comrades, and now only one of Hashimoto's mountain soldiers from Taiwan is left in this unit.

It's not that he looks down on these Burmese, it's that he is disgusted by the stench of those Burmese, like the smell of wild beasts. It's a pity that Hashimoto is just an ordinary soldier, he can only take a few Japanese soldiers according to the commander's order, and form a search team with these Burmese, looking for the traces left by the expeditionary force when they withdrew on the plain. Since lunchtime, Hashimoto's search party has been walking for about a dozen miles, but there is still no trace of the expeditionary force.

As annoyed as Hashimoto is Sakai, this guy is already driven crazy by Zhao Zhi, and after being attacked by trenches one after another in the night battle, Sakai finds a trench that Zhao Zhi has discarded. The vast plains were full of fine black soil, which was very convenient for digging trenches, so Sakai had to carefully pursue on the plains, and sometimes even sent nearly a third of his soldiers to serve as search spearheads, carefully searching the surrounding plains on the route, and the gunfire that suddenly burst out of the trenches had already scared Sai.

The Burmese search team sent last night said that they heard the sound of planes flying over the area, and Sakai guessed that the fleeing Shina army should be hiding around, and those planes should be looking for them. Sakai was right, but he forgot that the planes appeared at night, and that not only could they bomb and take pictures from high altitudes, but they could also drop supplies. Sakai, who had learned everything, urged the reinforcements who had received the news to move closer to him, and now on each side of him were reinforcements from Myitkyina, numbering about 600 people, all of whom were elite Japanese veterans, and these people would be under Sakai's command.

"Shaoza, the search team returned, they heard the sound of the plane again, the direction has been determined, we have a search team over" Sakai's adjutant ran over, obviously this was good news, Sakai felt that his body was starting to heat up, which was a sign before the battle. He was already impatient to grab the commander of the Chinese people, "Inform our Burmese and let them all go up, this time they must be firmly entangled, but be careful of their trenches"

A large group of people from Sakai's troops rushed up to the resistance of the search party, and all but one of the Japanese infantry squads were Burmese men with Burmese swords. Without seeing the enemy's firepower, Sakai was happy to use these Burmese to test the truth and see if these Chinese troops had prepared another trench. Especially in such a night battle, Sakai would not send his subordinates to carry out any raids, he just wanted to know the specific location of those people.

When Zhao Zhi and the others rushed to the slope, it was really good to meet the scouts who came out of front to retreat, and a sergeant under the goat ran over panting, "Sir, there are a lot of people coming, about a hundred people, the sky is too dark, I can't see who it is." The brothers who came out of the front have all withdrawn, and the scouts on both wings have already been released with walkie-talkies, once they find an enemy on both wings, they will immediately send the news back" Zhao Zhi looked around casually, and focused on the three combat staff officers from the headquarters, the three boys obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet, and they were still looking around at the busy soldiers on the slope, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"Good job, you go down to rest first, go and call my uncle and his people over" Zhao Zhi waved his hand and let the scouts withdraw to the camp, this is a positional raid, and it is useless for the scouts to stay here. Ignoring the three staff officers, Zhao Zhi took the dogs and them down the trenches, carefully inspecting the trenches and anti-artillery holes, these are things that can save lives, but they don't dare to be sloppy, especially with a strict instructor like Roger.

"Battalion Commander Zhao, the headquarters has dropped so many weapons, why are you still hiding in the trenches to fight timidly, you should take the initiative to attack and use strong firepower to defeat the enemy army" A pockmarked staff officer was obviously a little dissatisfied with Zhao Zhi's approach of hiding in the trenches, and tried his best to advocate for Zhao Zhi to lead people to take the initiative to attack, although the two staff officers beside him did not speak, it was not difficult to see from their eyes that these three boys thought the same, and they all thought that Zhao Zhi and the battalion directly under him were cowardly.

The pockmarked face's questioning was heard clearly by Yan Shijun, who was standing beside Zhao Zhi, but the rank of these three boys was much higher than his, and he had no right to refute the pockmarked face. But Zhao Zhi didn't have this concern, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he dragged the pockmarked face to the side of the trench, "Do you see anything outside?" Can you see it? Answer me, hurry up". Outside the trench was the dark night, where could I see anything, the pockmarked face who was grabbed by the collar broke free from Zhao Zhi's hand with an annoyed face, even Yan Shijun and they didn't know what Zhao Zhi meant.

"You also know what is out there and can't be seen, so can you guarantee that my brothers will be able to see it when they go out, and they can find those Japanese soldiers?" Zhao Zhi Zhuohua's voice was not loud, but it was extremely sharp, quite hysterical, which made Mazi's face feel very uncomfortable, but he couldn't refute Zhao Zhi's words, and it was indeed pitch black outside the trench. And as soon as Zhao Zhi's words came out, the soldiers who were busy in the trenches stopped what they were doing and turned their heads to look here, estimating that if they refuted Zhao Zhi's words now, they would definitely be spurned by the soldiers.

"Sir, the enemy has stopped a mile from here," the scouts who rushed over broke the stalemate in the trenches, which was not good news. Zhao Zhi pondered for a while, and then called the steamed bun over, "Call the flamethrowers over, enter the frontal position, and breathe fire when you hear the gunshots, the larger the area, the better" Originally, Zhao Zhi was unwilling to use the flamethrowers now, but it was dark outside, and in such an environment, the soldiers of the battalion under the direct command must not be the opponent of the Burmese, Zhao Zhi had suffered such a big loss earlier.

The soldiers in the trenches rushed out and entered their respective positions according to Zhao Zhi's arrangement, and the scouts all retreated to lead 100 supplementary soldiers to defend the camp, and the people of the uncle and the old artillery were divided into two and arranged on the slopes on both sides, and only 200 supplementary soldiers and Zhao Zhi and them were defending in the frontal trench. There are more people, and they occupy the advantage of the terrain, Zhao Zhi can finally fight and teach these nasty pursuers a lesson.

There are many answers to how long it will take to march a mile at full speed, but it is clear that Hashimoto is satisfied with their current speed, these Burmese are really natural trackers, and they can actually find traces left by the Shina people on such a night. Although Hashimoto doesn't look down on these guys who smell of sweat, he still admires their natural tracking skills, at least he can't compare to them.

Hashimoto was stunned, and the Burmese in front of the search team suddenly stopped, and the pause came a little suddenly, and Hashimoto almost fell to the ground. The Burmese, whose ancestral home lived in the mountains and forests, were born with an inexplicable premonition of danger, and there was clearly something they feared in the dark night in front of them, so they had to stop, and some people were already retreating. "Stop, don't retreat, keep moving forward" Hashimoto blocked them with the bayonet on his rifle, and the Japanese soldiers behind him stepped forward in unison and raised their rifles at the Burmese.

Apparently the danger that had been seen was more convincing than the danger that was hidden, and the Burmese chose to move on, because at the slightest reluctance on their part, the bayonets would have plunged into their bodies. A muffled cry sounded, and one of the Burmese at the head of the line was suddenly half shorter, and he stepped on a trap into which he fell from the waist down. The Burmese next to him pulled him out, but it was too late, and more than a dozen wooden drills at the bottom of the trap had already penetrated deeply into his lower body, and even one wooden drill penetrated deep into his abdomen through his lower body.

Everyone felt that the vest was cold, only Hashimoto was ecstatic, and the appearance of a trap meant that it was not far from the place where the Shina people were hiding, at least he judged it so. The seriously wounded Burmese was directly wiped on the neck with a bayonet by Hashimoto Nan, marching with such a seriously wounded man in the dark night, and the command exposed their location, Hashimoto Nan, who had already approached the Chinese people, didn't want to exchange fire with them so early, it was better to wait for the troops behind to catch up, and his own manpower was not enough to shake the opposite Chinese people.

The rear team led by Sakai is not far from Hashimoto and them, only 3 miles away, and it only takes ten minutes to get here. During the time he waited for Sakai, Hashimoto was not idle, and more than a dozen Burmese were sent out to continue the search, and he needed to know where the specific defense line of those Shina people was. There was no light around, and there was no sound of meaning, and the night was like a monster that could devour everything, devouring the dozen or so Burmese sent out by Hashimoto until Sakai's rear team caught up, and Hashimoto didn't wait for the dozen Burmese to turn around with the news, as if they had disappeared in unison.

After listening to Hashimoto's report, Sakai, who caught up, raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was now 2 o'clock in the morning, and there were still more than 3 hours before dawn, Sakai didn't want to wait that long, so he ordered all his Burmese to take the lead, and quietly lurked on the plain by means of the night, waiting for the dawn to suddenly attack, and the person was caught off guard. Although this is very risky and may cause a lot of casualties, this is the only way for Sai to do so at the moment.

"There is movement, tell the brothers to be careful" The machete that returned from the wound lay next to Zhao Zhi, under the cover of the night, there was a slight sound in front of the trench, but this could not escape the ears of the machete, it was the sound of someone crawling on the grass, and there were many people. Zhao Zhi obviously didn't want to make a move now, most of the soldiers were strictly ordered by him to hide in the trenches to rest, and the only people in charge of guarding in the trenches were dozens of submachine gunners and dogs who had followed him to fight many times.

An empty canned food box was touched, and Yu Bao lying in the trench was happy, which he threw out of the trench during dinner, but he didn't expect it to really serve as a warning. The sudden sound of the empty canning box made the Burmese people who were slowly touching it stop moving forward in unison, and the air in front of the trenches seemed to be congealed, which made these Burmese people who came up feel a burst of fear and fear.

"Spitfire" With Zhao Zhi's shout in the trench, the flamethrower who had been ready for a long time stood up from the trench and pulled the trigger in front of the trench. "Huh", "Huh", "Huh" and "Huh" three flames rushed out of the trench, illuminating the front of the trench, and all the Burmese who touched it were exposed to the firelight. "Fire" Zhao Zhi waved his hand, and the three machine guns in the trench immediately fired, and the scorching rain of bullets rushed through the flames and pounced on the panicked Burmese, punching bullet holes in their bodies one by one, until they fell to the ground and could not be found as corpses.

Zhao Zhi's actions came so suddenly that before Hashimoto could react, the flames and bullets had already pounced in front of him. The only thing they can do is to use the corpse of their companion before they are shot, lie on the ground and shoot at the opposite gunfire or immediately turn and run. Under the cover of the flames, the panicked Burmese and the Japanese soldiers who dared to fight back were knocked down by the snipers one by one, and it was difficult for the Japanese to have snipers hiding on the hillsides on both sides.

As the Burmese and Japanese soldiers in front of the trenches gradually decreased, Zhao Zhi ordered the machine guns to stop firing and retreated to the anti-artillery holes, and the remaining remnants of the Japanese soldiers outside the trenches were handed over to the riflemen to settle down. Hashimoto man lay on the ground with difficulty, and when he was shot and fell, the rifle had already come out of his hand and didn't know where it fell, so he could only lie on the ground with his hand on his belly and pretend to be dead, waiting for the right opportunity to escape back.

The gunfire stopped, and the flames within 10 meters in front of the trench were covered by the soil thrown out of the trench by the reinforcements, Zhao Zhi and the others returned to the dark night, and Hashimoto and the others, who knew the location of the trench, still honestly lay on the ground and did not dare to move. The fire attached to the corpse was still burning, and it smelled of burnt clothes and flesh, illuminating the place where Hashimoto was lying was not very bright, but it was enough for snipers to find their targets. Hashimoto saw with his own eyes that there was a soldier next to him who wanted to grab a gun and half of his neck was torn off by a bullet, and the other party only fired one shot and hit the soldier, Hashimoto didn't want to be the next person to be hit by a bullet, so he had to lie on the ground honestly. ~ To see the first ad-free, please go to "Green"

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