Nakajima Kiri heard the report of his ghost soldiers, his eyes widened, and a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"How many people are there in the Eighth Route Army, and are they going to attack the city immediately?" Nakajima Kiri said a little nervously.

The troops of the Eighth Route Army came to attack the county seat, and in Nakajima Cherang's opinion, the Eighth Route Army must have dispatched thousands of troops, and he was very stressed.

"Squadron leader, there are probably more than two hundred people in the Eighth Route Army, but they seem to have captured the soldiers of our imperial army." The devil soldier reported again.

Hearing that there were only more than two hundred troops in the Eighth Route Army, Nakajima Kiri was relieved, and he hurriedly led his troops to the city wall, he wanted to see the situation outside the city clearly.

An infantry squadron of devil soldiers all gathered on the city wall of Yangqu County, and Nakajima Kirirang, who wore the rank of captain, held a telescope to check the Eighth Route Army outside the county seat.

The first thing that appeared in his sight was rows of soldiers wearing yellow uniforms of the Japanese army, all of whom knelt on the ground, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were responsible for guarding behind.

Seeing that his Imperial Army soldiers were kneeling on the ground, Nakajima Kirhiro's face turned pale.

He held the telescope in his left hand and the hilt of his knife in his right hand, and the anger in his heart began to burn.

"Little devil, listen carefully, if you want to redeem these prisoners of war, you can exchange them with weapons and ammunition, and the body of your captain Matsumoto Satoshi is also here, if you want the body of your captain, hurry up and exchange them with weapons and ammunition, otherwise we will cut off their heads."

"Little devil, the main force of your army has been completely wiped out by us, if you know each other, you should hurry out of the city and surrender. You little Oriental devils want to occupy our China, it's just a fool's dream. ”

"Little devil, don't you advocate the spirit of bushido? Do you dare to go out of the city and fight with us one-on-one, if you win, the prisoners of war and corpses can be taken away, I also know that you must be very afraid, I let you three devil soldiers deal with one of our Eighth Route Army soldiers. ”

While Nakajima was hesitating whether to immediately send troops out of the castle to fight, fluent Japanese began to come from outside the castle.

Immediately after that, a long wooden pole was erected, and on this wooden pole there was a corpse hanging with a rope, and the owner of this corpse was naturally Matsumoto Ki Satoshi.

Seeing that his captain was hanging his body with a rope by the other party, Nakajima Kirita's face began to turn red.

Listening to the other party's constantly provocative words, watching the corpse of his captain and the prisoners of war being humiliated, Nakajima Kiri put down the binoculars, and he drew his saber.

"Kill and give." Nakajima Kiri shouted loudly, he knew that it was irrational to go out of the city to fight, but now Nakajima Kiri didn't care about reason at all.

What he wanted to do was to kill all the officers and soldiers of the Eighth Route outside the city, and rescue the captured Imperial soldiers and the corpses of Satoshi Matsumoto.

The heavy city gates of Yangqu County were opened, and groups of Japanese soldiers quickly dispatched from inside.

After the Japanese soldiers with rifles left the city, they immediately formed a battle formation and quickly charged towards the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Grenadiers and light machine guns were constantly erected, and riflemen alternately covered the advance.

When all the riflemen have stopped, the light machine gun shooters and grenadiers will quickly follow.

Skillful tactical movements, perfect cooperation with each other, the Japanese soldiers showed their strongest side.

But they didn't know that they began to fall into the trap step by step.

The third battalion's eighteen light machine guns and five heavy machine guns had already been concealed on the surrounding heights in accordance with Sun Weiguo's deployment.

As for the Japanese prisoners of war who were completely disguised by veterans of the 3rd Battalion, the body of Satoshi Matsumoto was real.

If it weren't for the fact that Matsumoto's corpse was still useful, Sun Weiguo would have been eager to crush Matsumoto's corpse and feed it to the dogs.

Japanese officers like Satoshi Matsumoto, who had massacred Chinese civilians in Nanjing, were polite to them by dismembering their bodies to 10,000 pieces.

Nakajima Kirirang was following three infantry squads, his saber in both hands, and he still had an angry expression on his face.

Sun Weiguo and the recruits began to lie down, and they began to slowly retreat.

Fifty meters away from the prisoners of war, Sun Weiguo picked up his Type 38 rifle, and he aimed his crosshair at a Japanese squad leader who was rushing ahead.

The index finger skillfully pulled the trigger, and the bullet was quickly fired, and the Japanese squad leader in Sun Weiguo's sight was shot dead on the spot.

When the shooters of light and heavy machine guns heard the gunfire, they began to pull the trigger.

Eighteen light machine guns and five heavy machine guns began to fire at the same time, and the bullets rained down on the Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese soldiers were caught off guard and killed more than 30 people on the spot, and the remaining devil soldiers immediately lay on the ground.

At the same time, nine Japanese light machine guns were quickly erected, and nine grenadiers were reoriented and ready to start firing.

"Boom, boom." Eighteen grenadiers from two infantry companies of the 3rd Battalion were the first to fire at this time.

The grenadiers, most of whom were new recruits, did not fire very accurately, but the momentum was very intimidating, which completely attracted the attention of the Japanese army.

Listening to the constant sound of miniature grenade explosions all around, and looking at the light and heavy machine gun bullets like rain, Nakajima Kiri's face turned pale.

Only then did he realize that although the Eighth Route Army outside the city was not many in number, they were equipped with very good weapons.

Seeing that his troops had suffered casualties in the blink of an eye, Nakajima became a little hesitant.

It's just that when he saw the Japanese prisoners of war in front of him, Nakajima Kiri waved his saber and shouted loudly: "Kill it." ”

I have to admit that the Japanese army is very difficult to compare with the Chinese troops in rescuing their comrades-in-arms, and in order to rescue their own friendly troops, the Japanese troops often do not count the casualties.

However, because of factional reasons, the Chinese troops often do not do their best at all when rescuing.

Light and heavy machine guns continued to strafe, and the Japanese casualties continued to rise, and they fought hard to get close to the dozens of tied prisoners of war.

After paying the price of more than 80 casualties, the Japanese finally came to the side of these prisoners of war, and the Japanese soldiers immediately went to help untie the ropes on the bodies of the prisoners.

But at this time, the veterans of the 3rd Battalion, disguised as Japanese prisoners of war, quickly drew their bayonets, and they quickly stabbed the bayonets into the bodies of the devil soldiers.

Bright red blood flowed out of the body of the devil soldiers, and the ghost soldiers fell to the ground one by one, after this close-range assassination, there were only more than 30 people in an infantry squadron of the Japanese army, and Nakajima Kiri Jean saw this scene, and his face became as pale as paper.