Seeing that Sen Yawuliu had been tricked again, the corners of Yang Yun's mouth couldn't help but show a sneer that the treacherous plan had succeeded.

Rushing forward, less than a kilometer away, the little devils of the 9th Cavalry Wing rushed to the pass in less than three minutes, joined the battle, pulled the bolts to load the bullets, and then launched a fierce counterattack against those damned "officers and soldiers of China".

On the other side, the little devil artillery, which was temporarily adapted from the cavalry, also began to form artillery positions.

Not long after, the cannon fire on the side of the 9th Cavalry Wing of the Japanese Army also began to sound.

Mortar shells carried angry roars, and after drawing a graceful arc in the sky, they were accurately aimed at the little devil's pursuers.

"Nani?"

With the participation of the Ninth Wing of the Japanese Cavalry, the firepower of the new regiment suddenly increased by more than a few chips, and the pursuit of these little devils was immediately stunned.

Fortunately, there is a steady stream of little devils chasing soldiers to rush over to support, otherwise, these little devils may not be the opponents of the new regiment and the ninth wing of the Japanese cavalry after joining forces.

But that's it, or knock these little devil chasers back dozens of meters at once.

After the 9th Cavalry Wing of the Japanese Army entered the battle, the new regiment began to quietly withdraw under the order of Yang Yun, the commander of the regiment.

They did not withdraw all at once, but in orderly batches, each time with a small number of people and not from the same location.

Yes, at the beginning, the little devils of the Ninth Wing of the Cavalry didn't feel anything, after all, it was normal to move their positions from time to time in order to increase their survival rate during the battle.

As time passed, Mori seemed to sense that something was wrong; But at the beginning, he was only because he was attacked by the enemy and his own troops were constantly reduced, which made his firepower gradually weaken.

But slowly, he finally realized that the situation was wrong, and when he wanted to find out what was going on, he wanted to find out what was going on.

This so-called "Shuichi Takeda" had already run out several kilometers away with his brothers from the new group.

Because those injured brothers voluntarily stayed with the little devil with the heart of death, the evacuation of the new regiment was smoother.

"Yaga! Shuichi Takeda! Where did Shuichi Takeda go? ”

While Mori Yawuliu continued to direct the battle, he kept roaring at the back of the battlefield looking for Yang Yun's traces.

"Kogawa-kun, where did Shuichi Takeda go? Could it be that his jade has been shattered? ”

Finally found his subordinate Xiaohe Wuliang on the battlefield, Mori Yawu Roku grabbed his neck directly, and then scolded angrily.

"Report ...... Report to Your Excellency the Wing Commander, I didn't see Takeda-kun. ”

"Then don't you hurry up and find it for me!"

Mori Yawu Liuyi pushed the river away, and shouted angrily.

"Hay!"

Xiaohe unscrupulously bent down respectfully in response, and then led a few of his men to start looking for "Takeda Shuichi" all over the battlefield.

It's a pity that the real Shuichi Takeda has been killed by Yang Yun and went back to see their shit emperor.

And Yang Yun, the fake Takeda Shuichi, ran away with a new group of hundreds of brothers and disappeared long ago.

Therefore, even if Xiaohe Wuliang and a few of his subordinates searched the battlefield, they did not see the figure of "Takeda Shuichi".

Not only did they not see the figure of "Shuichi Takeda", but they also didn't see the "Imperial Japanese Army" who followed him before.

Suddenly, Xiaohe Wuliang seemed to realize something, and a bad premonition instantly came to his heart.

This idea was so terrible that Xiaohe Wuliang didn't dare to continue thinking about it, because if this idea came true, then he would inevitably become a sinner for the entire Ninth Cavalry Wing, even the entire Ninth Division, and even the entire Great Japanese Empire.

So he led the team to search for the battlefield again, and this time he acted more carefully, and even questioned the Imperial Japanese Army on the battlefield.

The result was even more surprising to him.

As time passed, the search and inquiry continued, and Xiaohe's unscrupulous heart slowly sank to the bottom.

Until the end, he completely sank into the bottomless abyss from which he could never recover.

And after walking through the battlefield again, his whole person seemed to be several years old.

Under the reflection of the artillery fire, he kept a calm face and dragged his depressed back slowly in the direction where Wing Captain Mori Yagoru was.

"Your Excellency, Captain!"

"Kogawa-kun, have you found Shuichi Takeda?"

Seeing Xiaohe's unscrupulousness, Mori Yawuliu immediately shouted.

"Report ...... Report to His Excellency Wing Commander, Humble ...... Humble ......"

"What's wrong? Yes??? ”

"Your Excellency, Wing Commander, will you order a ceasefire quickly?"

"Yaga! What do you say? Don't you want to join the enemy? ”

Mori Yawuliu was furious when he heard this, and walked quickly to Xiaohe Unscrupulous while raising his right arm high, and then slapped it towards his face, and said: "All my great Japanese imperial army has never surrendered, only died in battle!" ”

Xiaohe was caught off guard, and even forgot to dodge, so he was slapped by the angry slap of the co-captain Mori Yawuliu, and was immediately slapped with blood and blood, and the whole person was also unstable on his feet, and rolled on his side on the ground.

Mori Yagoru didn't seem to be relieved, and then he raised his foot and kicked at Xiaohe's unscrupulous body; One of them kicked on the crotch of Xiaohe's unscrupulous crotch, and his body immediately arched into a shrimp shape, and after letting out a heart-rending howl, he almost fainted directly.

"Report ...... Report to His Excellency Wing Commander, Humble ...... The lowly position is not intended to throw himself into the enemy army of China. ”

Xiaohe Wuliang was sweating profusely, enduring the sharp pain coming from all over his body, and gritted his teeth in response.

"Nani?"

Hearing this, Mori Yagoru put down his right foot that was raised in mid-air, and then continued to shout: "Then what do you mean? ”

"We ...... We've got it, and we're ...... We are not fighting against the enemy, but ...... It's me...... We're ...... Imperial Japanese Army. ”

Xiaohe Wuliang has been kicked half to death by the co-captain Mori Yaroku, and he is dying at the moment, and he can't even speak.

"Yours! What do you say? ”

When Mori Yawu heard the sound, his head exploded at that time, as if he had been hit by five thunderbolts.

After staggering back a few steps, Mori Yawuliu stabilized his figure, then walked over, bent down and stretched out his hands to directly lift Xiaohe Wuliang, who had only half of his life left, from the ground, glaring at him angrily and shouting, "Tell me, what the hell is going on?" ”

"Report ...... Report to Your Excellency Wing Commander, here's how it happened......"

Xiaohe was unscrupulous and intermittent, and used the last of his strength to tell the co-captain Mori Yaroku what he had investigated and guessed completely......

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(End of chapter)