"Fire!"

With the order of the Soviet lieutenant, ten open personnel carriers were instantly filled with Soviet soldiers who raised their guns and shot. The soldiers appeared so suddenly that the soldiers of Nobi's squadron didn't even have time to dodge in time.

"Dada......."

Since this squad of the Kwantung Army was standing in line and waiting, the Soviet soldiers did not even need to allocate firepower, they opened fire one after another in one direction. Where the dense Yebi squad dodged, a large number of Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another as if they had been cut wheat.

On the one hand, the shooting of the Soviet army kicked up a large amount of dust from the area where the Nobi squad was concentrated, and on the other hand, it efficiently harvested the bright red lives of the soldiers of the Nobi squad.

Although the soldiers of the Kwantung Army of the Yebi squad were well-trained and lined up neatly and quickly, they made an irreparable mistake because they lacked actual combat experience - the whole team on the front line of the battlefield was assembled, and the soldiers were taboo!

On a battlefield where danger may occur at any time, Nobita gave an order to the whole team due to a moment of negligence. And none of the soldiers of the Kwantung Army felt that something was wrong, let alone put forward objections.

In just one volley, the casualties of Yebi's squad immediately exceeded 30 under the mixed fire of a small number of AVS-36 automatic rifles and a large number of Mosin-Nagant rifles in the hands of the Soviets. In other words, before they could fight back, they had already lost more than half of their combat power.

"Run in both directions! Run in both directions! Despite being shot several times in the abdomen, Nobita insisted on giving the order to his soldiers to disperse at maximum volume.

It's a pity that the shooting of the Soviet army and the chaotic exclamations in the Kwantung Army squad were too loud, completely overpowering Nobi's shouting, causing the scene to get out of control for a while.

Nobi stretched out his hands and tried to wave them to cheer up the soldiers. But as soon as he raised his right hand, a powerful bullet pierced his hand, splashing a small cloud of blood.

"Ahh .......”

Nobita's conditioned reflex twitched after being shot in the palm of his hand, and his facial expression was uncontrollably distorted.

His eyes were red, and he struggled to raise his head to look in the direction of the group.

I saw that the Japanese soldiers who were still standing there neatly just now had fallen down and crawled, and blood and flesh flew in their sight, splashing clouds of blood mist from time to time. Some bullets that did not hit people also kicked up pieces of earth and rocks from time to time, decorating this hellish scene.

Already feeling the rapid loss of temperature in his body, Nobita no longer tried to stand up in vain, but slowly endured the pain and turned over, choosing a flat lying position.

Turning over, Nobita couldn't see the dead squad behind him. He simply closed his eyes slowly, and finally shouted out with all his strength: "The Great Japanese Empire....... Banzai! ”

Well, the roar is out. It all seems to be over.

Wrong! Nobita always felt that there was something he hadn't shouted out, something he really wanted.

Consciousness had begun to lose clarity, and he faintly heard a voice in his memory. Yes, yes! That's her fiancée in her hometown, and she's still waiting for herself to go back and marry her!

Nobita realized that what he really wanted was not to be a meritorious warrior, nor to let some bullshit Imperial Japan win the war. What he likes is just to live his ordinary life with the girl he loves.

Nobita's consciousness became more and more blurred, and more and more memories gradually reappeared in front of his eyes like a picture. He suddenly remembered the unarmed Shina people he had shot in one massacre after another.

I wonder if those people also have their own beloved, and what were they thinking before they died?

At this moment, it wasn't until he himself realized the reluctance before the loss of life that a trace of guilt-like emotion seemed to appear in his heart. I used a gun at the beginning, how many people who were attached to their relatives in the world........ The people of China!

The consciousness is no longer concentrated, and the memory screen is beginning to disappear. Because of this stupid war, Nobita's life came to an end ahead of schedule.

Perhaps, this is retribution........ A second before losing consciousness, Nobita let out a trivial confession.

"What? The Nobi squad is all wiped out! ”

Nakamura's frowns, which came next, were all wrinkled together: "The strength of a squad has been completely lost, which is not good news for us. Combined with the losses of previous air raids, the squadron has already lost a third of its strength. Without enough chess pieces, how am I going to take the 774 heights! ”

Executive Officer Ikeda of the Nakamura Squadron was really stunned when he heard Nakamura Shaosa's words. What he didn't expect was that the death of Nobita, Nakamura's best friend, brought him the biggest feeling that he had just lost more chess pieces!

Even as a colleague, Ikeda was shocked by Nakamura's cold-bloodedness. The death of the enemy, the death of the civilians, the death of the subordinates, the death of the best friends........ It seems that there is no inner existence in this world that can impress them!

But Ikeda could only keep this shock in his heart. He knew that in the Kwantung Army and even in the entire Japanese Army, there were not a few people like Nakamura. They are indifferent to the loss of life, treating the dead as a number on a list of the dead, and the brutal war as an addition and subtraction.

They have no subordinates or comrades-in-arms, and some are just chess pieces and chess players.........

Ikeda felt unfortunate that he was unable to assimilate into such a cold-blooded group in the same way that the people around him did. Therefore, he always endured more suffering than the indifferent.

"774 Heights must be taken down!" Nakamura looked at the front coldly: "We have lost so many people along the way, if we return in vain, then we will all become a disgrace to the Great Japanese Empire!" You can't embarrass the empire, and you can't disgrace the Kwantung Army. Even if you use your life to fill it, you must fill in the 774 heights! ”

"Yes! Please give the order. Ikeda replied numbly.

Although he did not adapt to Nakamura's cruel values, Ikeda habitually obeyed Nakamura as a soldier who had been poisoned by Japanese militarist ideology for many years.

"Get the rest ready." After thinking about it, Nakamura Masao made a decision: "Later, we will pull up the three Type 92 infantry guns that were transferred to our squadron, and when we charge, let the infantry guns mix with grenadiers to hit the local positions." ”

The 92 infantry gun in Nakamura's mouth is a fire support gun with a simple structure and convenient for wartime production. For a country like Japan, which is not highly mechanized, it is easier to transport and maintain such improvised artillery.

Although compared with the same type of artillery used in European countries, it is inferior in range, accuracy, and power. But it can make up for this deficiency by shooting at close range, known as "one inch short, one inch dangerous".

"The grenadiers can't hit far, and the 92 infantry guns must be accurate at close range, so we must get as close as possible to the enemy." After explaining some specific arrangements, Nakamura added at the end: "In order for the artillery to finally approach the 774 heights smoothly, I don't mind throwing another squad to divert the enemy's attention. Ikeda, you're in charge of this bait mission! ”