Fan Ming felt that he was simply unlucky to a certain extent, since he passed Pyongyang, he did not meet as many Japanese soldiers along the way as he met today. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The open area outside the dense forest was littered with the corpses of Japanese soldiers, and these dead Japanese soldiers turned out to be only a small part of the Japanese troops who had just attacked.

He did not dare to approach the woodland easily, but he dared to attack the fishing village, and soon he reorganized an attack under artillery fire, and the Japanese troops in the village found that they had underestimated their opponents.

The tanks of the Ming Empire began to attack the buildings in the village with direct fire from a long distance, and soon the Japanese troops in these buildings had to abandon their stay in these coffins.

One by one, the houses were bombarded by artillery fire, and the Japanese had to withdraw from their bunkers to fight the tanks of the Ming Empire in a wider environment.

The machine guns on the tanks, as well as the machine guns on the armored vehicles, played a more terrible role at this time, they condescendingly opened fire and attacked, beating the groups of Japanese troops into a sieve.

In desperation, the Japanese soldiers gave up control of the fishing village, and when they retreated, they were greeted by the artillery of the Ming Empire, and the battlefield finally quieted down, leaving at least 1,800 Japanese corpses.

Seeing that his own artillery was bombarding the forest not far away, Fan Ming still had no intention of attacking the Japanese army in the woodland, he had already hit the beach, and he had completed today's task.

The tracks of the tanks crushed the sand, and the tanks of the Ming Empire built strong fortifications in the fishing village where most of the buildings had collapsed.

Although this is a necessary garrison process, it is somewhat redundant in this case, thinking that Fan Ming feels that the Japanese defenders in the forest are estimated to have lost the confidence to fight back against the fishing village.

In fact, his idea was right, because at this time, the Japanese soldiers in the forest didn't care about counterattacking at all.

The 100 mm self-propelled howitzers of the Ming army, as well as the 150 mm self-propelled howitzers, were already in place at this time, and there were more shells fired.

The shells flew a long distance, crashed directly into the woodland, and then exploded, killing and wounding the Japanese defenders inside.

Shrapnel from artillery shells flew everywhere in the forest, like sharp knives, easily breaking branches without leaves.

What's even more ruthless is that some big trees, because of the lack of moisture in winter, were directly interrupted by the powerful shrapnel of passive energy, and with a creaking sound, they fell down and smashed at the Japanese soldiers.

Because of the speed with which they fell, there was no difference between the trunks and branches and the sharp bayonets, piercing the panicked Japanese soldiers and crushing them under the canopy.

Everywhere there were screams, everywhere there were screams of despair, and the Japanese soldiers had now forgotten their mission and were left with only the thought of running for their lives.

Saotome Naoki is now completely insane, he was helped by his men to buckle a steel helmet, and he also fled in the woods with the soldiers.

At his feet were the corpses of dead Japanese soldiers, and he heard either the howl or the loud sound of a cannonball exploding not far away.

In order to survive, he ran for his life with the support of the guards and officers. Behind him, the Japanese soldiers, who were still high morale when they set out, were knocked down by the fragments of the shells one by one.

Finally, the artillery of the Ming Empire stopped firing, and as soon as his ears were cleared, Saotome Naoki remembered his responsibility and stood on the feet of the rout.

"Don't mess around! Don't mess around! The shelling of Ming Dog has stopped! Can't you hear me? He pressed his command knife and regained some of his former majesty.

However, after hearing his shout, only one officer stopped and looked at him with frightened eyes, while the soldiers were still running desperately in the other direction of the forest.

"Bastard! Stop it! Stop me! Saotome Naoki looked at her unsuccessful subordinates and shouted angrily.

Unfortunately, no one listened to his shouts, and the terrible whistling of shells and heart-rending explosions were still ringing in everyone's ears.

These Japanese soldiers have long been frightened by the shells of the Ming Empire, how can the soldiers who have lost their courage continue to stay and fight?

As the division commander of the 42nd Division of the Japanese Army, Saotome Naoki took a furious step and stopped a route with the largest number of troops.

He stood there and watched the soldiers pass by his side, not stopping to salute at all, nor to stop the rout. In a fit of rage, the Japanese major general pulled out the command knife at his waist.

The officers and guards who followed him saw Saotome draw his command knife, and they didn't know what he was going to do, so they subconsciously took half a step back.

At this moment, Major General Naoki Saotome, who was furious in his heart, brandished his command knife and slashed to death an ordinary Japanese soldier who tried to pass by him.

"Waste who refuses to obey the command will be killed on the spot!" With a knife down, the splash of blood made Saotome Naoki regain his confidence as a commander, and also regained that sense of power that kills and kills.

With a backhand, he slashed over another fleeing Japanese soldier, and laughed: "Those who don't listen to my command, die!" Die to me! ”

Blood flew with his long knife, and he felt better after cutting down two men, screaming loudly, ordering the defeated Japanese soldiers to stop their tracks and return to their positions.

Seeing Saotome Naoki slashing at his own soldiers like crazy, his chief of staff and the other officers, as well as the guards who escorted him all the way here, were too frightened to go over and stop him - just kidding, what if this knife slashed him?

Just when the senior Japanese officers behind Saotome Naoki were hesitating to come forward to help, the division commander of the 42nd Division had already cut down at least five Japanese soldiers who had escaped.

Standing in the middle of the road, he was covered in blood at this moment, looking terrifying like a killing god, and the long knife in his hand danced wildly, slashing at one Japanese soldier after another.

Soon, in front of him, on both sides, lay seven or eight Japanese soldiers, their corpses lying there, staring at a pair of ignorant eyes until death.

They don't know why they didn't die at the hands of their enemies, but fell in front of their own people. Until they died, they still didn't understand...... What is the truth of this?