Retreat, non-stop retreat, Nakai and the others climbed the third hill before nightfall before finally stopping. Nakai was going to continue moving overnight, but because half of the entire team was wounded, and several of the wounded were too tired to go into shock, Nakai decided to stay and rest after encountering a stream. As long as they can survive tonight, they can leave the sphere of influence of Zhangwu County tomorrow, and they will naturally be safe in Zhongjing.

This time, Nakai's defense was not too dense, and when they were attacked in the basin in the afternoon, it was because the team members stood too concentrated, so there were so many casualties. So this time, Nakai ordered all the battleheads to scatter around the wounded in a radial shape, and to find and eliminate them before the other side could enter the distance that could threaten the central team.

But there are very few people under his command who are completely uninjured now, everyone is more or less injured, and they ran all the way after the attack in the afternoon, and now Nakai's legs are also stiff and sore, and the submachine gun on his shoulder is getting heavier and heavier, so that Nakai's arm is a little weak and unable to use strength. Nakai and his men dug a large pit in the ground with sappers and shovels, and covered it with branches and raincoats, at least so that the wounded could sleep well around the campfire.

None of the team members said much, but silently followed Nakai's orders, and the attack during the day caused them to lose thirty percent of their companions, and everyone lost friends and fellow villagers. In addition, everyone was more or less injured, and the camp looked extremely deserted, and the silent Nakai was wrapped in a breath of life that no one should enter.

Holding his gun against his back against a rock, Nakai wrapped his clothes tightly, and the gusts of river wind blowing near the river made him feel a little cold because of the large amount of moisture he brought. Chewing on the compressed biscuits in his mouth, Nakai searched for all possible dangers around him, and his current location was on a high point more than 20 meters southwest of the camp, where he could see the entire camp. The temperature is dropping after dark, and there is more and more moisture in the air, so it is estimated that there may be rain tonight, if that is the case, it will not be good, the sound of rain is definitely good for the attacking side, but it is extremely bad for him and those injured players.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and Nakai's gaze is getting lower and lower, and he looks down at the luminous watch he brought back from Germany, it is already half past three o'clock in the night, and there is another half an hour, which is the time for the changing of the guard, as long as it lasts past 6 o'clock, the sky will light up, and their catastrophe will be over. Nakai touched his pocket, he wanted to smoke but was afraid that the fireworks would reveal his target, and after thinking about it, he still dismissed this idea.

The explosion of "boom" woke up Nakai, who was a little groggy in his head, and a fire appeared in the center of the camp, and two team members with flames on their bodies were wailing and rolling on the ground, and some team members wanted to use their military blankets to help them extinguish the flames on their bodies. "Put out the fire, put out the fire first" Nakai shouted at the top of his voice, the explosion must have been made by the pursuers, the light of the fire would make the team members in the camp reveal their positions, and they would be the best targets for the pursuers.

Just as the team members were extinguishing the fire according to Nakai's order, "bang, bang, bang" With a few explosions, several dazzling light clusters shrouded the entire camp in it, and Nakai's eyes were blinded by violent flashes. Nakai, who had lost his vision, fell to the ground on his back with both hands scratching in the air, but even so, Nakai reached for his submachine gun on the ground and curled up behind the rock. The light must have been made by the pursuers, and the next thing should be to attack, hiding behind the rocks is the most correct thing to do.

Nakai rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then glanced around, and it was white! You can't be blind!! Nakai, whose heart is as strong as iron, panicked! But he didn't dare to shout, so he could only listen to the sound coming from the camp. The white expanse in front of him, the constant tremor of explosions and the sound of bullets passing through the air around him, Nakaitou, who was nested behind the rocks, once hesitated like a helpless child, and he could not even help the wailing men.

There were constant gunshots around him, and Nakai realized how terrible it was for a person to be blind, he wanted to scream but didn't dare to scream, he could only grit his teeth and tremble, no matter how cold-blooded he was, he was not afraid of the enemy, but what he was afraid of was that the enemy was fighting in front of him, but he didn't know how to hit someone's muzzle at all, it would be too tragic, such a way to die, too unwilling.

After two or three minutes, the white in front of Nakai's eyes began to slowly dim, and a strong dark contrast began to appear in his vision, and the fire from the muzzle of the gun in the distance began to flicker, although he couldn't see the situation on the side clearly, but Nakai knew that his vision began to recover, and he was not blind. The gunfire in the camp had become less and less, and the bullets that had entered the camp in the darkness of the night had formed a net in which his men had been firmly encased.

Just as Nakai was aiming the muzzle of the gun at a little gunfire in the night, a strong gust of wind suddenly came from behind him, and before Nakai could react quickly, he felt a sinking of his body, and a large hand covered his mouth and nose, and Nakai could even smell the smell of tobacco between his fingers. Nakai let go of the submachine gun and tried to pounce forward or turn around, but it was too late, he only felt a chill under his throat, and then he heard the familiar "Sha...... Sha ......", a stream of air rushed out from his neck, and his chest sank as if there was a thousand pounds of weight pressing on his chest.

Cutting throat, which was taught by German instructors in training camps, is a common method used in the sneak attack of special forces, and he was cut his throat, which is the only thing Nakai can think of. Nakai wanted to cover the wound in his throat with his hands, but his strength disappeared too quickly, and the hands on his head were too strong, and Nakai completely lost the ability to resist at this time. The exhaled breath of the man behind him sprayed onto the side of his face, hot, itchy, with the smell of Cuban cigars, but Nakai was chilled all over his body as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his consciousness began to blur due to the lack of oxygen in his brain.

The hand covering his face was released, and Nakai slid to the ground like a shriveled sack, and a delirious Nakai could only vaguely see a back, and before he completely lost consciousness, what appeared in front of him was a face with a black mask and a pair of blue eyes. Foreigner? Nakai suddenly realized who attacked them, in Shanxi and even in the whole of China, there is only one person who uses foreigners to fight, and that person is Zhao Zhi, who is currently entrenched in Zhangwu County, and is also the target of his trip, but unfortunately he is going to die here, and the mission is afraid that it will not be able to continue.

"Die!!" A low, blood-filled voice of desire came into Nakai's ears, and a black shadow appeared in Nakai's blurred vision, and a military boot fell heavily on Nakai's chest, and with a few soft sounds, Nakai, whose throat was cut and broken, and his sternum pierced into his internal organs, finally stopped convulsions and spat out his last breath in this world, and he could finally go home.

"Oh God, these are my new boots, damn Japanese monkeys" Hans rubbed Nakai on his uniform in annoyance as he looked at the blood stains on his boots. The gunfire had gradually stopped, the camp was littered with corpses and burning fires, and the wounded and undead team members held the guns in their hands in pain and lay motionless on the ground disguised as dead bodies.

"Tell everyone to take turns to rest, and play another round at dawn, there's no need to fight hard for these guys" There was the sound of crawling around him, and Hans didn't have to look back to know that it was his own people. The Japanese in the camp had already suffered heavy casualties from the raid just now, and the rest were incapacitated, and Hans didn't want the men he brought with him to risk any danger to kill those who were going to die, and everything would be over by dawn, and now there were less than two hours left before dawn.

The Japanese soldiers who pretended to be dead in the camp to fight back miscalculated, and Hans's decision made their plans aborted, and it was still dark around, and the people in the camp could only watch their blood slowly drain. There are those who are unwilling to take the initiative, but as long as they dare to stand up, what awaits them is a bullet from the darkness, and the constant flames in the camp provide convenience for the attackers hiding in the shadows.

As it dawned, Hans fired first, and then a ring of gunfire erupted around the camp, and the attackers swept every corpse in the camp. Dead, disguised, and unable to escape, even so, Hans had the mercenaries who slowly entered the camp mend the corpses with knives, and conducted a comprehensive search of Nakai's camp. It was only now that Hans could see clearly that the corpse lying beside him for half a night was actually the commander of this Japanese army, with the rank of junior lieutenant.

A cloud of smoke suddenly rose from the "boom" camp, and an explosion occurred in a cellar that had just been discovered by mercenaries, and it was the wounded Japanese soldier who had lost hope who pulled the grenade on his body. "You idiots, don't you know how to remove the danger before opening this place?" Looking at the broken arms scattered around the cellar, Hans roared with a cold face, he brought out some old mercenaries this time, and they would make such a low-level mistake. If Yu Dazhi, who was going to another direction to intercept the Japanese army, knew about this, he didn't know how he would laugh at himself, but fortunately, the mercenaries around the cellar dodged in time and did not cause casualties, otherwise he would not have the face to go back to see Mr.