Maochen Town is a small town with a small population, and with the advent of the war, all the people here have left here, after all, they are not stupid, they know how fragile human life is under the fire.

Today, the once peaceful town is filled with loud bugles, deafening explosions, and shouts that resounded through the fields.

"Boom ......"

A violent explosion exploded next to Takeshita Ono, and the huge shock wave shook him unconscious, who had just poked his head out of the crater.

By the time Takeshita Ono reawakened, the battle on the position had stopped. Fingers groped up and down in the dark, reaching for tattered uniforms and groping around, and finding that the body was still intact, Takeshita Ono Osa breathed a sigh of relief.

There were no moving objects on the position, except for the black smoke that lingered like a viscous liquid around him. None of them knew where to go, and Takeshita Ono struggled to get up from the crater. It was only a few steps before he fell to his knees and coughed loudly, and the rough, pungent smoke of gunpowder rudely squeezed into the lobes of his lungs.

There was a hammer pounding in his head, and the sharp pain filled every nerve in his brain, making it impossible for him to keep his body balanced.

Takeshita Ono Osa had to sit on the ground, and it took a while for the buzzing sensation in his head to improve. His worry turned to horror, and he ignored the sourness of his eyes, and tossed and twisted his aching limbs from the ground, staggering and groping his way through the dark tunnels, and called out loudly and repeatedly in a panic.

"Matsui-kun...... Tomumi-kun...... Toshitoshi Yoshino and Shosa......"

No one answered him, and the hoarse call was swallowed up silently in an instant like a bottomless beast.

With only a few mutilated bodies and a few Type 38 rifles and some machine gun parts scattered around, Takeshita Ono found not even a single soldier left on the position.

"Could it be that the Sixty-Third Wing has retreated? But why did they abandon themselves here, I'm their co-captain! ”

Fear grew madly in the darkness squeezing Takeshita Ono's shattered body, oozing sweat firmly on his already hardened tattered military uniform.

Finally, Takeshita Ono groped his way to a high ground and looked around. There was not a glimmer of light in the gloomy night sky, it should have been late at night. The faint and scorching black smoke of gunpowder was surrounded by the south wind, slowly surging through the position from the direction of Maochen Town in the north.

Takeshita Ono lay down for an entire afternoon after realizing that he had been knocked unconscious by the shock wave of the cannonball.

The surface of the position as far as the eye can see is littered with craters. The original flat bottom had long been destroyed beyond recognition by the shells, and the last annular support point, which was still resisting until noon today, was also flattened by heavy artillery fire. Discarded copper shells and fragments of artillery shells were strewn across the floor, as well as scattered gun parts and rubble, interspersed with unrecognizable rags of military uniform. There are no more active people on the battlefield, and the world belongs to death.

More than 1,000 meters in front is Maochen Town, which is also the sortie position of the Chinese people, and now this town is covered by low-hanging gunsmoke, there is no dense gunfire, there is no sound of artillery roaring, and there is no trace of commotion around.

Takeshita Ono's heart was indescribably hesitant. What about their own troops, where have they gone? Why is there a dead silence around, you must know that the 63rd Wing is a force of more than 3,800 people, why is there no one?

After groping for a long time, he finally found the command knife left in the bullet hole, holding the cold saber, his original panic finally calmed down a little, and he began to stagger slowly along the trench in the position to find the remaining companions.

The smoke of gunpowder from the wind forced him to stop whimpering, and Takeshita Ono looked in horror at the direction of the original attack of the Chinese army. It's as if there were man-eating beasts there.

There was still a dead silence in the night, and Takeshita Ono couldn't hold back crying anymore, where had everyone gone.

"Someone's coming...... What about people...... "The hoarse voice in the panic looks particularly bleak in the night sky.

The long night finally passed, and the sun rose firmly and slowly in the east. A ray of sunlight shone on Takeshita Ono's dark face.

Perhaps feeling the warmth of the sun, the body that was originally like a dead man finally moved, and Takeshita Ono slowly opened his eyes, maybe the sunlight was too dazzling. He closed it again.

At this time, he was hungry and thirsty, and he wanted to get up but found that his body was too stiff, so he rested for a while. After accumulating a little strength, he wanted to get up, when a faint roar came from the south in the distance.

Takeshita Ono closed his eyes and listened for a while, and a hint of joy immediately appeared on his face, he could hear it, it was the sound of the engine of the Imperial Eight-Nine Chariot.

Struggling to get up from the ground, he staggered to the place where the sound came from, the engine getting louder and louder, and soon an armored unit appeared in Takeshita Ono's field of vision.

In a type eight or nine chariot at the front, Senior Private Beichuan Jun was nervously staring at the road in front of him, this has already arrived in the combat zone, and the superiors have already warned them that they must be vigilant with the spirit of twelve points, because the troops in front of them are the infamous Huaxia "Jingguan Army", so Beichuan Jun did not dare to be distracted, and suddenly a figure began to appear in his sight, and he was staggering towards him.

"Huh...... What's that! ”

The brakes were quickly stepped on, and the tracks of the chariot, which weighed 12.7 tons, immediately stopped rotating, and the huge impact force slammed several unprepared members behind them into the front and let out several screams of pain.

"Yaga...... Kitagawa, you bastard, how do you drive, or do you want to taste the power of my fist? Behind came the angry scolding of the captain Sakai Funaki, and if it wasn't for the protection of the leather hat on his head, he would definitely end up bleeding from his head.

Kitagawa Jun pointed to the front and said with some surprise: "Your Excellency Sakai, no, there is a person in front of you. ”

"Who is it?"

"I don't know, his clothes are already so dark that I can't see clearly."

After pondering for a while, Sakai Funaki ordered, "Regardless of him, drive over, I want to see who it is?" ”

"Hai ......"

Soon, the chariot drove in front of the arrival and stopped, and Sakai Funaki jumped down from the chariot and shouted at the people in front of him, "Yaga, who are you?" How dare you block the way of the Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire? ”

The man who came did not speak, but slowly walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar and shouted in a low voice: "What kind of troops are you, why are you here now?" (To be continued.) )