At the bottom of the Qianzhang Cliff, one by one the artillerymen shouted loudly: "Report to the battalion commander, Zhuyuan has been readjusted!" ”

Xu Biao no longer looks like a "dumbfounded" at this time, although the bombing of the devil's plane just now did not hurt him at all, but the mountain and forest fire caused by it still scared him, while fighting the fire while ordering the soldiers to repair the fire belt, he was busy for a while, and finally did not miss the brigade seat, but a face could really become a black charcoal head. At this moment, staring at his small eyes, he actually showed a rare might, waved his hand decisively, and howled through gritted teeth: "Fire!" ”

South Gate Front. "Huh! This artillery battalion is really not built, and this devil's tank is not very good! Tear it to shreds with this cannon, and see! Another one was overturned. ”

"! If you want to say that the war is still enjoyable in the artillery camp, when you see the fire of this devil's position, the little devil is crying wolf, it's really fucking exciting! ”

"Turtle son, after so many years of fighting, I know that this little devil doesn't need to fight, look, this devil also knows to run for his life, Wang Bagai!"

"I'm going to say it! When this little devil meets us, it must be that the ancestors did not do good deeds, and they deserve to be unlucky! ”

"Gun battalion, fuck it!"

"Gun battalion, fuck it!"

"Gun battalion, fuck it!"

The ** soldiers, who were still pointing fingers and talking a lot just now, don't know when they unified their caliber and shouted slogans, a good tough battle, and they actually played a cheerleading team, but it is really ancient and unparalleled.

On a hill six miles away from the front of the South Gate. The temporary headquarters of Major General Nakagawa Guang, the acting commander of the 27th Division, was located here, and the commanders of two divisions died at the hands of Jiang Haoran in a row, so he had to carefully choose the headquarters in a position that was not very good from this perspective, but was hidden enough. Originally, I thought that the 104th Division would block Xue Yue in De'an, the aircraft destroyed the Jiancheng artillery in Mahuiling, and as soon as his tank wing pressed up, this battle was a victory without suspense, who knew that Jiang Haoran actually hid an artillery position. With the destruction of his own artillery, Hiroshi Nakagawa knew, what was the fate of the waiting tank wing? Air support had been urgently called, but it was at least half an hour before the plane arrived. What is a 150mm howitzer? Even the German Haw Par series tanks will not look good, and I am afraid that there will not even be scum left in this kind of pediatrics, not to mention the nearly 2,000 soldiers, there are still a few bones left, and those are all the ancestors and Bodhisattvas of the family sitting high.

"Yaga! Yaga! Yaga! Nakagawa howled hoarsely a few times, pushed the artillery mirror a few meters away, and the bombardment lasted less than ten minutes, and in the rumbling explosion, the fire and smoke in the sky had already wrapped the entire forward position inside, and the soldiers that Nakagawa Guang could see were all flying in the sky.

Nakagawa Hiroshi fell to his knees in pain and despair, and his two hands fiercely dug into the not very thick soil of the hill, and the slightest red seeped into the soil from his fingertips, and he didn't even know it. On behalf of the commander of the 9th Division and the commander of the 27th Division, he found that the commander of this division was a rotten hat that could not be worn steadily.

The explosion that had been bombing for nearly twenty minutes finally stopped, and Nakagawa Hiroshi, who was kneeling like a dead body, finally moved, stumbled up, held the artillery mirror that the guards had already erected, and stared at the bloodshot red eyes and leaned forward. As if he didn't believe his eyes, he rubbed them vigorously and looked up again. Smoke of the battlefield, tank drops? No! There are a lot of iron bumps scattered around. Imperial Army Drop? No! There are many stumps and broken arms in one place. The devastation added another layer of dark blue to Nakagawa Hiroshi's already colorless face.

As the Japanese army at the south gate was defeated, the Japanese army in the north had to give up the attack, and the assault battalion soon joined the cheers, and Xu Biao's artillery battalion was even more coaxing, and the dragon spirit and tiger came down from the mountain violently, pushing the cheers to another **. It wasn't until the devil's plane appeared in the sky above Qianzhang Cliff again that all the soldiers drilled into the tunnel.

Looking at the woods under the Qianzhang Cliff, the bombardment rumbled and the flames soared into the sky, Xu Biao grinned: "Hehe! This calculation? Twenty minutes to attack, ten minutes to retreat. Gee! It's so accurate. ”

Command of the Nanshan Independent Brigade. Chen Yihan kept sending newspapers, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Jiang Haoran fanned her with his hat, and dictated that a telegraph soldier shook the hand-cranked generator quickly.

Soon, all the stations in the entire Wuhan area, and even in the surrounding areas, received a clear-code message. The telegram gave a very detailed account of the strength of the three divisions of the Japanese army, coupled with the non-stop bombing of the Nanshan Independent Brigade by planes, with the result that less than 2,000 officers and men of the more than 8,000 officers and men of the Nanshan Independent Brigade remained. However, all the officers and men of the Nanshan Independent Brigade swore to defend Mahuiling to the death until the last person died in battle. Immediately, more than 100 new poison gas bombs of the Japanese army were discovered in Mahuiling, and the color, size, and name of the bomb body were all described in detail. At the same time, a copy of the Japanese army officer was found at the bottom of the ammunition box of the poison gas bomb, and the next part of the diary was the contents.

In the fifteenth year of the Showa era, in the spring of 1938, the 731st unit of Manchuria in the Pingfang District of Harbin, codenamed "HM5", finally made a breakthrough, and I am honored to be the implementer of this real yàn today. Today's real yàn is the activation of cranial nerves, mainly with "HM5" to stimulate the brain center to study the response of the human body, before the start I sawed a person's braincase, exposing the brain layer, of course, not anesthetic, we don't care about the feelings of the subject, my technique is not good, the result of the electric gear cut deep, the prisoner frantically struggled and splashed out a stream of brain, the head trembled violently with the electric gear, and the whole brain was thrown out. As a result, I couldn't continue, and I was slapped by Shiro Ishii. Qi Kikuchi

In the eleventh year of Showa, in the spring of 1938, the work of Unit 731 of Manchuria in Pingfang District, Harbin in the past few days was to constantly carry out ** dissection, "HM5" came to an end, and many ** organs were needed to do it. I never felt that these Chinese and Soviets were human beings, I only thought they were creatures, as if I ate beef and chicken, and I didn't need to feel guilty about such inferior creatures. But today there are four new prisoners, an American man and a woman, and a British man and a woman. I was about to consider whether to treat them as human beings, but Shiro Ishii told me that they were all journalists, sent by Nanjing, and actually accused our Nanjing victory of being a massacre in an attempt to carry out negative propaganda. I have never been soft on those who have ruined the reputation of the Yamato nation. I used them to do a low-pressure test, and the whole person exploded, and my eyes and internal organs were sprayed out, and I sprayed all over the test furnace. As for the woman, although she looks good, it's a pity that she somehow got syphilis along the way, and I heard that she also killed a lot of imperial troops, so I can only stare dryly. It was still Hashimoto monarch who liked it, tied them outdoors at minus 32 degrees, and left their hands bare, and after more than two hours, the women's hands were covered with a thick layer of ice, and then put their hands into the water at 40 degrees, and when they took it out again, the whole hand was like a blank piece of paper, Hashimoto-kun smiled at me, "Now, it's time for us to witness the miracle." I saw him groping on the woman's arm for a while, and suddenly even the belt was pulled off, revealing the white bones of the forest, and the two women cried out in heart-rending pain, and Hashimoto and I looked at them coldly, "This is the end of fighting against the imperial army." "Kikuchi Qi

In the eleventh year of Showa, in the spring of 1938, the 731st unit of Manchuria in the Pingfang District of Harbin. Manchukuo is already part of Japan on the map, and it is heard that the emperor may transfer the capital of Japan here, and the capital will be Shinkyo. Japan's vision is no longer limited to Asia, listening to Shiro Ishii's meaning, sooner or later, our empire will have to fight in the European theater, but it is too risky to rely on conventional weapons alone, so His Majesty the Emperor has built a killer weapon like ours. From today onwards, we will hardly have a rest, and we must do our best to perfect the research of "HM5", and maybe the first batch of real products will soon be used on the battlefield in China. If Shi yàn succeeds, let alone conquer China, the whole world will be in the pocket of the Yamato nation. Qi Kikuchi