Kurosawa could no longer rush and was besieged in a small depression with the remnants of his defeated army. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Raindrops are falling densely from the sky, enemy artillery fire is bombarding unhurriedly, and all the devils know that death is at hand.

Both the intact soldiers and the wounded sat or lay in the muddy water, tired and desperate. The moaning is very harsh, and people with weak nerves will go crazy. In fact, many of the devil's wounded are already insane and talking nonsense.

More than a dozen mortar shells pierced through the rain curtain and fell head-on, and explosions rang out one after another. But the devils seem to have become numb, and most of them don't even have the action to dodge, and still maintain their original posture.

Elsewhere there was still gunfire, and while there were still friendly forces fighting stubbornly, Kurosawa was desperate. There are too many enemies around, let alone breaking through, even if you join up with friendly forces, it is impossible now. Moreover, the rendezvous was only a larger group of people, held out for a longer time, and was still surrounded by the enemy.

But sitting and waiting for death like this is obviously not Kurosawa's character and style. This stubborn and murderous fellow, with a strong fighting spirit, stood up and made a dying speech. Roughly speaking, the last moment has come, and everyone who can move will charge. Weapons, what is picked. As for the wounded who can't move, I'm sorry, so I have to let the living officers guide the wounded soldiers to the underworld.

Most of the devils rushed up, and they were all clamoring to charge. However, there are dozens of people who lack arms and legs, and who are seriously injured and unable to move. They make all kinds of pain, sadness, misery, and indifference expressions, reflecting the most basic human desire to survive.

A few junior officers obeyed the order, and the rest of the matter was simple. A bloody massacre began, and the scene was horrific and disgusting. The inhuman officer pointed his pistol at him and killed the wounded soldiers one by one. Some of the wounded soldiers rolled around and fired several shots. The guns rang out in a dull manner, with only occasional magazine changes.

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The rain curtain was dark, as if a shroud had been placed on the earth. The fighting continues, but it has been targeted killings, crushing groups of aggressors to powder.

Suddenly, in the midst of a frantic "squad cut", Kurosawa began the final charge with the remaining devils.

The Japanese devils who committed suicide charged fell into madness and did not want to die at all, some were knocked down by bullets, but the rest continued to charge. Among the fallen devils, the wounded and undead crawled forward with difficulty, as if they could enter their heavenly kingdom if they could advance forward. The piercing howls were mixed with the sound of gunfire, and it was extremely poignant.

Mortars, grenades, and light and heavy machine guns fired at the charging devils, beating the Japanese devils to the ground. Waiting for the charging devils to approach, in order to avoid accidental injury, the mortars began to shoot extended. The so-called extended shooting immediately turned into a massacre.

Behind the Japanese combat units were the ranks of wounded soldiers. Some of them were holding broken guns, some were hanging bandages, and in addition to those who lacked arms and legs, some were blinded; Some of the wounded soldiers supported each other in pairs, and some hugged each other in threes and fives; Some had guns but no bullets, some had only a bayonet, some had a grenade, and some wounded soldiers didn't take anything at all.

They walked slowly, jumping, cowering, squirming, howling, crying, laughing. They also knew in their hearts that they couldn't kill a few enemies at all, just a disguised "collective seppuku".

Under the bombardment of mortars, the continuous flashes and thunders took away all those wounded Japanese soldiers, no matter what thoughts, virtues, beliefs, loves, and sins they had during their lifetimes.

Kurosawa's sinful life has also come to an end. A string of machine-gun bullets hit his ****, there was no passionate action, not even a short rhetoric, and he fell into the mud with dirty blood, like a dead dog.

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The gunfire gradually thinned out, but the rain did not stop, and the remnants of the devils still resisted, but they were no more than two or three shares, and each was no more than a hundred and eighty people in their death throes.

Yang Tianfeng walked on the battlefield of flesh and blood, picked up a blood-stained cloth wrapped around the head of the devil's corpse, and looked at the words "Serve the country with iron and blood, crush the enemy", and surprisingly did not have a mocking look.

The suicidal charge of the Japanese devils did not cause much damage, and it was not much greater than the price paid for hard gnawing, or even much less. Now everything is simple, even the wounded soldiers are dying cleanly.

Looking at this tragic battlefield, Yang Tianfeng shook his head gently, the Japanese devil is really an unreasonable nation. But it is better to die on the way to charge than to be killed, isn't this spirit worth learning for soldiers?

Of course, the strength of both sides in any battle is made up of many factors: troops, firearms, logistics, commanders, morale, training, surprise attacks, and fortuitous ...... Only a similar strength can be called a battle, and a disparity in strength can only be called suicide for the weaker side.

Not far away, a clay man-like devil suddenly jumped up, howled frantically and pulled the grenade on his body, and in the flames of the explosion, several fighters fell.

"The large force withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only a small number of soldiers to search for the remnants of the enemy in a skirmish line." Yang Tianfeng frowned, the groups of devils didn't seem to be very terrible now, what was terrible was the madman who was lying in the mud and pretending to be dead, and suddenly jumped out.

"Yes!" The herald saluted and left.

The rain fell densely and the visibility was poor, which created the conditions for the suicide attacks of the devils. And Yang Tianfeng and the guards around him didn't notice that dozens of meters away, a devil who was stunned by a cannonball in the mud woke up and was moving slowly. This devil was covered in mud and water, and he couldn't see a human form anymore, only those crazy eyes still showed a little human characteristics.

The 38 big cover quietly stretched out, and the muzzle of the evil gun was aimed at Yang Tianfeng. Although Yang Tianfeng was wearing a raincoat without any military rank mark, the protective posture of the guards around him, as if facing the enemy, and the salute of the herald just now, still betrayed his identity.

The devil didn't know who it was, but he was sure that it was a big official, he aimed at Yang Tianfeng's ****, and gritted his teeth and pulled the board machine.

"Dangerous!" A scream-like reminder seemed to be in his ears, and it seemed to sound in his head, Yang Tianfeng was startled and turned around suddenly.

The bullet burst out, passed through the rain curtain, and burst out a bloody flower on Yang Tianfeng's arm. Feeling the pain, Yang Tianfeng heard the gunshots.

The guards were on guard, but they didn't expect cold guns to pass through the cracks. But he was stunned for less than a second, and the machine gun and shotgun opened fire together, sweeping towards the place where the gun rang out. Several guards surrounded Yang Tianfeng tightly and held up the commander. (To be continued.) )