The appearance of the mobile board wall made the end of this ambush battle much earlier, as if Sato Bingwei could fight well but at this time there was no power to return to the sky, not to mention the mobile board wall that had approached a hundred meters away, even the machine gun fire from the ridges on both sides was not something they could resist, and the defeat of the Sato brigade was decided.

Sato Beiwei has already seen that the other party is going to annihilate his own brigade here, and it doesn't matter if reinforcements come or not, besides, the battle situation has changed like this, and they will not leave themselves time to wait for reinforcements. "Send a report to the wing command, the Sato brigade has decided that all the jade is shattered here, the enemy is strong, and the reinforcements are not needed." Sato Bingwei held his command knife in both hands, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, war is so cruel, even if the commander is excellent, there will be a day when he dies on the battlefield, but Sato Bingwei is still a little unwilling, he has not seen the other party's commander yet.

"Stop shooting, troops assemble." Sato Guard's heralds had already been killed, and the radio soldiers who smashed the radio station took over the role of heralds and rallied their troops according to Sato Guard's orders. The Sato Brigade set out with more than 1,000 people, but the Pioneer Team and Yoshino Team who had gone out to explore the way disappeared, and then the large explosion in the valley killed and wounded nearly 300 people, and the enemy machine gun blockade on the ridges on both sides and the damage caused by the moving board wall left the Sato Brigade with less than 400 people left.

Seeing that the Japanese army stopped shooting, Zhao Zhi on the ridge ordered his mercenaries to use walkie-talkies to also shout the order to stop shooting, and he wanted to know what the Japanese army meant by this move. "Everyone, I have asked the wing command to stop the rescue" The soldiers under Sato Beiwei don't seem to have any resistance to Sato Bingwei's decision, the current situation is very clear, the enemy just wants to use them as bait to attract more reinforcements over, this is a typical encirclement point reinforcements, since they are already in a deep death, why drag other troops to fall into the trap.

"Our Sato Brigade has never experienced defeat since it was formed, whether it is in the China Battlefield or the South Asia Battlefield, it has always been our share in pursuing others, but today, because of my wrong command, everyone fell into danger, I am sorry for everyone." Sato took off his military hat and bowed deeply to his soldiers, followed by the two remaining officers. Sato Guard's sincerity made his soldiers very uneasy, Sato Guard was not a good commander, but he was definitely an elder that everyone trusted, and in the face of Sato Guard's sincerity, some soldiers cried and knelt down.

"We are the Emperor's soldiers, and we will never bow down to our enemies, but now that we are caught in the trap of the enemy and cannot get out, stopping shooting is not for you to give up resistance, I am ready to have a one-on-one duel with our opponent in the name of a samurai, are you willing to go with me?" Wearing a military cap, Sato Beibei looked around at the soldiers standing in front of him with sharp eyes, he had already wiped his commander clean, his riding boots and military uniform were also neatly packed, and he was trying his best to maintain the pride of an imperial officer.

The belligerence factor in the blood of the soldiers was stimulated by Sato Guard's words, and the soldiers with physical strength took off their rifles and rubbed their bayonets on the stones, and those who were injured also tried to straighten their bodies as much as possible so that they could look refreshed. "Okay, good, you are worthy of the soldiers of my Sato brigade, and you are all the most heroic soldiers of His Majesty the Emperor." Sato Beiyi burned the brigade flag and code book, and then stood at the front of the line with a sword, waiting for the moment when the enemy appeared.

"Sir, what are you doing, little devil? What are you doing in a stupid queue? "Behind the wall, Yan Wudao's first words when he saw Zhao Zhi were little devils. He couldn't hear what Sato Beiwei was saying to his soldiers when he was only a hundred meters away from the Sato Brigade, but he could feel the renewed fighting spirit of those guys, and what made him even more puzzled was that the remnants of the Japanese army were actually lined up.

"They're not stupid, they're waiting for us to go over to a duel, a one-on-one duel." Zhao Zhi put down the telescope in his hand, tilted the corners of his mouth and said lightly. The spirit of the katana prevails in Japan, even among some Japanese women, and the trapped Japanese soldiers are lined up in order to show Thunder what they call the spirit of the katana. As the old saying goes, if you can't compare with you in means, then defeat you spiritually, and this posture of the Japanese army is only fighting for their last bit of dignity.

"Grandma, it's not easy for them to die, just kill the machine gun, why do you want to waste that." Yan Wudao knew that his husband was idle, and he was afraid that Zhao Zhi would take the initiative to go over to duel with the Japanese army, so he immediately ordered the machine gun to be transferred, and the province went back and was taught by Rowling to put his husband in danger. Yan Wudao only cared about how many Japanese soldiers he killed, he didn't care what means he used, if he could, he wanted Tang Lei's Qingfeng troops to take action.

"Stay on the side, although they are Japanese soldiers, they are also real soldiers, we are mercenaries, we must learn to respect your opponent, this is the law of war, no one can change it." Zhao Zhi smiled and pushed aside the Yan Wudao who was blocking in front of him, "Our people have all been trained in martial arts, are you afraid that our people are not opponents of the Japanese army?" Or do you feel like you can't do it yourself? If that's the case, I'll approve that you can just hide behind and wait to clean up the battlefield. ”

Zhao Zhi's jokes made Yan Wudao a little speechless, not because Yan Wudao was consciously embarrassed, but because Zhao Zhi rarely joked with his subordinates, and suddenly came like this, Yan Wudao was really a little uncomfortable. "Move the board wall, let's go and see how many catties these arrogant guys have, and see if they are as good as they boast." Zhao Zhi took the short knife handed over by the guard with his backhand, signaling that Yan Wudao could now retreat.

"I'm the best at it." Yan Wudao used a thick-backed machete, which was crafted by Jewish craftsmen under Moren using steel plates on lathes. Fighting with the Japanese army has always been a matter of gunfire, and I have never found a chance to use it, and how can Yan Wudao miss such a good opportunity in front of him. Ignoring the smile on Zhao Zhi's face, Yan Wudao, who had a tiger face, was the first to walk out of the cover of the wall with a knife in his hand and slowly walked forward.

The mercenaries who had some means of their own also drew their short knives and followed, which blocked Zhao Zhi behind, and those combat staff officers selected by Zhao Zhi were strictly protected at the end. "I am the commander of this unit, Sato Guard, please come out and speak" Seeing that the other party moved away from the wall and came out, Sato Guard first bowed according to etiquette, and then shouted with a proud expression to see the commander.

"Damn, you really have enough things to do, aren't you just working hard one-on-one? Lao Tzu can represent, whether you go up together or one by one, hurry up, Lao Tzu doesn't have so much time to play around here with you. Regarding Sato Guard's request to see Zhao Zhi, Yan Wudao, who was carrying the knife on his shoulder, just sneered and ignored it. When people in the rivers and lakes fight, they also pay attention to identity equality, he saw that Sato Bingwei was just an adjutant, at most he was a guy who commanded a thousand people, and his own husband commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, and when it came to military rank, he was at least a general, so Sato Bingwei was not qualified to see Zhao Zhi at all.

"Yaga" Sato Beiwei was angry by Yan Wudao's contempt, and his speech was a little incoherent and incoherent, "Aren't you Chinese the most polite?" We are now on both sides of the war, and on behalf of my brigade, I propose a duel to you, and of course your commander must come out and accept it, why do you insult the face of our great Japanese samurai? ”

"Baga, your uncle's" Yan Wudao stretched out his hand and pointed at Sato Bingwei is scolding, "To fight or not to fight, if you want to fight, just start it, if your old boy is instigated, just throw the knife and surrender, Lang Fei Laozi's saliva for no reason." Yan Wudao had long seen that this adjutant of the Japanese army was a guy who couldn't stand it, so his words were full of contempt, and he planned to be angry that this old boy would at least be half dead.

"Ah" Sato Bingwei was really angry, and after listening to Yan Wudao's words, he raised his command knife and ran towards Yan Wudao, he wanted to split this nasty guy in half, otherwise his breath would not be smooth. "When" the command knife chopped down by Sato Bingwei was held up by Yan Wudao's outstretched knife, "Hmm" didn't wait for Sato Bingwei to swing the knife and split again, he was hit in the right shoulder blade by Yan Wudao, who turned back the knife, with the handle of the knife, and the huge pain in his shoulder almost made Sato Bingwei throw away his own knife.

"Not good, do you have any other skills? If it's gone, Lao Tzu won't keep his hand. Looking at Sato Guard, who was trying his best to endure the severe pain, Yan Wudao's face was swinging his knife forward. When "Sato Bingbei tried his best to block Yan Wudao's broadsword, but Yan Wudao didn't give him a chance to get out at all, and another turn turned and slashed down again, "poof" Yan Wudao's full force chopped down the big knife fell squarely on Sato Bingbei's neck, and the blood arrow that spurted out of the cavity rose high, and Sato Bingbei's head rolled to the Japanese army.

"Yo, I'm starting to shame you." Seeing that Sato Bingwei was cut off by Yan Wudao in a few rounds, the Japanese soldiers in a neat line howled in unison and rushed at Yan Wudao, seeing that the posture was hateful, and Yan Wudao could only be relieved by eating it alive. Yan Wudao is superior to others with his own force, but he is not lacking in heart, so many Japanese soldiers rushed over like crazy, and he could fight a few more, so Yan Wudao smiled and scolded and immediately turned around and ran.

"Da da" The two Browns who had been waiting for a long time had found an opportunity to vent, and the dense rain of bullets swept over like a sickle for harvesting crops, "This is enough to be interesting" Looking at the continuous blood mist rising in front of him, Yan Wudao, who couldn't help but panting, was overjoyed, and he had already used a machine gun to shoot, where did he still use it to fight with the Japanese officer.