"Stop! Stop! While brandishing the command knife in her hand, Saotome Naoki shouted loudly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He tried to stop the ragged troops, using his bloody tactics to regain control of the force, and then restore order to the already crumbling and chaotic forces.

"Get out of the way!" A Japanese soldier was stunned for a moment when he saw his companion in front of him fall down all at once, and then shouted to Saotome Naoki who was standing in front of him.

Unfortunately, his fierce shout did not make the other party get out of the way, but instead attracted a deadly blade that slashed head-on.

The poor Japanese soldier had no time to dodge, turned his head sideways to avoid the blade, and felt his shoulder be split by a sharp blade, and steel slashed into the bone, making a soft thud.

The sharp pain made the Japanese soldier let out a scream, and he subconsciously grabbed Saotome Naoki's command knife with his other hand, which was his last action before he died.

Although he was not able to grasp the command knife, his fallen corpse had achieved a similar effect by mistake.

The force of Saotome Naoki's slash was so great that the blade got stuck in the bone. As soon as the other party fell, he failed to retrieve his saber from the corpse in the first place.

And behind this fallen Japanese soldier, more Japanese soldiers rushed over in a panic, and one of them saw Saotome Naoki covered in blood, as if he saw a hideous-looking killing god.

In the confusion, he didn't recognize the other party as his division commander at all, and just saw the other party as a person who prevented him from escaping.

So, at the moment when Saotome Naoki's command knife was stuck in the bone and the empty door was opened, several Japanese soldiers fled in order to seize the road and stabbed out the bayonets in their hands.

Saotome Naoki never thought that his subordinates would dare to resist him - he was a division commander! How could any soldier dare to resist the commander of a major general's division?

You know, he slashed for so long, all the soldiers just went around his body and continued to run backwards, and no one had the courage to resist at all!

Those poor Japanese soldiers who were slashed to death by him did not even dare to make any disobedient choices until they died, let alone pick up their bayonets to kill their own supreme commanders.

Before he could figure out why the other party was suddenly in trouble, he stretched out his bayonet when he saw two or three bright bayonets, only two or three inches away from his chest.

"Ahh You guys! Saotome Naoki only had time to give such a quick reprimand, and the bayonet had already penetrated his chest, and he staggered a step, and the command knife in his hand had long since disappeared.

A few Japanese soldiers who had overturned the commander of their division with bayonets did not even look at Saotome Naoki again, and hurriedly bypassed the "God of Killing" who was still standing there, and continued their own path of dispersion.

And the officers behind Saotome Naoki also found that the commander in front of him seemed to be no longer chopping, and planted the corpses of those Japanese soldiers he hacked to death at once.

The chief of staff and other officers were so frightened that they hurriedly stepped forward, only to see that their division commander had two or three rifles stuck in his chest, and he was already dead and could not die anymore.

"General! Checkmate! The chief of staff hugged Naoki Saotome, who rolled her eyes, and shouted loudly in grief.

Behind him, some guards and officers who gathered around him also began to shout at this time: "General! Your Excellency, General! ”

I don't know who was the last to let go of the hand holding Saotome Naoki's body, and his body was spread out on the ground, stacked on top of the Japanese soldiers he hacked to death.

The commander of the 42nd Division of the Japanese Army, Naoki Saotome, died in what came to be known as the "Blood Forest". The Japanese 42nd Division lost more than 3,700 casualties in the vicinity, staining the soil red.

A day later, the 42nd Division surrendered, surrendering its weapons to the 1st Panzer Corps of the 1st Army of the Ming Empire.

On the other side of the Korean Peninsula, the Japanese troops stationed in the city of Busan were still enduring the endless destruction of the artillery of the Ming Empire.

Some of the buildings on the periphery were almost in ruins in just two hours, and in this ruin, the 30,000 Japanese defenders lurked in the crevices like cockroaches, refusing to take a step back.

In the city, a large number of Japanese civilians crowded from the Korean Peninsula became victims of the war. These civilians died in large numbers, and their bodies were strewn in the streets and alleys with no one to pick them up.

Anyway, the cold weather will not rot, except for some bloody breath, there is no too bad smell, so the Japanese soldiers still have living people, and they don't bother to care about the dead compatriots at their feet.

At such a time, who can guarantee that he will not turn into a corpse in the next second? So everyone is trying to live as much as possible and continue their lives as much as they can.

Some people huddled in the building, their luggage long lost on the road or near the dock, and the escape from the dock a day ago still haunts them like a nightmare.

Last night, a few brave Japanese steamers docked near the dock and picked up a large number of military families, many of whom got on board because the scene got out of control, and those who didn't succeed were all waiting, waiting for tonight.

There is only one hope that will support these Japanese to continue to live here, and the outskirts of the city are the tanks and soldiers of the Ming Empire, and there are countless cannons further afield......

Where is such an offensive force that the Japanese infantry can contend with? Along the streets, Japanese soldiers repelled the attacks of the Ming Empire again and again, in exchange for more and more intensive retaliatory shelling.

30,000 Japanese soldiers sounds like a lot, but almost every minute, hundreds of Japanese soldiers die on the battlefield, how long can these fighting Japanese soldiers last?

No one asked them this question, and their defense line was little by little compressed by the attacking troops of the Ming Empire, withstanding the attack in the northeast, and losing a block in the southwest, as if it was a spell, making all the Japanese desperate.

And on the ruins that they could see, which had been occupied by the troops of the Ming Empire, the dragon flags of the Ming Empire were erected there, looking so dazzling and desperate......

However, even so, all the Japanese troops here are still holding on. Then, in the midst of bleeding and death, in a heart already riddled with holes, prayed for the night to come.