Just eight hours after the successful landing of the Marine Corps belonging to the Pacific Theater of the Chinese Defense Forces, the logged Marines had already occupied the main strategic points around Manila.

With the exception of the city of Manila and the three mountains next to it, the Japanese defense line had been completely breached. And even the road to the rear of Manila was directly occupied by the marines who had descended through the ropes, cutting off the retreat of these caged birds.

In the port of Manila, the Marines who captured the area are urgently clearing the battlefield, because the follow-up login troops are about to log in from here.

Lin Xiaohu's eyes stared at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, and the muzzle of the gun slowly moved in the pile of corpses. As long as there is a Japanese soldier who has not yet lost his breath, even if the opponent's chest is only slightly undulating, then he will not hesitate to pull the trigger on the opponent's head.

Behind Lin Xiaohu, a squad of soldiers was following him, and there were many soldiers on the left and right who were the same as Lin Xiaohu. Sweep the battlefield while also preventing the black guns of the opposing side's wounded soldiers. This job is no safer than fighting directly on the battlefield.

Especially for the Japanese soldiers, these little devils who have been brainwashed by bushido, must not have any pity, and kindness to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to themselves. And as early as the beginning of the war, all the soldiers received an order from the Supreme War Department of China that there was no need for living prisoners for the Japanese soldiers.

Since they don't want to be taken prisoner, then these Japanese soldiers lying in the pile of corpses don't need them alive.

In this battlefield that has been extinguished, a crisp gunfire can still be heard from time to time. This is called a refill.

"Squad leader, is there nothing to do with us in the future?" Zhang Dawen, who was next to Lin Xiaohu, opened his mouth and asked him.

Lin Xiaohu is the class leader of this class, and Zhang Dawen is the top student of this class, with great potential for improvement. After graduating from high school, he was admitted to a military academy as he wished, and he also successfully entered the Marine Corps. This is not only the fulfillment of his own dream, but also the inheritance of his brother Lin Dahu's unfinished road. (Lin Xiaohu, see the previous chapter of "Diary")

"There's no need to guess, how could there be nothing without us?" Lin Xiaohu said without looking back. His eyes were still scanning the corpses on the ground. The military boots on his feet also kicked the Japanese soldiers whose bodies were relatively well preserved from time to time.

"No, squad leader, now it's the turn of those guys from the Jungle Army to land, so won't the next battle be without us!" Zhang Dawen spoke up again.

His words also attracted the attention of the soldiers of the same squad around him. Although they still looked carefully. But the ears have betrayed them. They also want to know if the next thing is still as Zhang Dawen said. It's just that after a landing battle, other things have nothing to do with them.

"Don't think about it, we will do whatever it is arranged by the above anyway. What the hell! Having said that, Lin Xiaohu also beat a drum in his heart, and he didn't want to wait for the Jungle Army to log in, and the command would completely hand over the next battle to the Jungle Army.

"I think this matter is not far from ten, and this is what the jungle group army is doing, just like us, in the final analysis, it is still specially used for landing operations and opening up landing points for follow-up troops, and eighty percent of the battles on land are related to us." Another warrior on the side spoke up.

"But don't mention, I've heard that those guys are no worse trained than we are. I used to look down on those people, but when I actually looked at them face-to-face, it was quite pleasing to the eye, and I was similar to us. I didn't say a word that no one could understand and was garbled up. Zhang Dawen continued.

"Don't forget, now it is also the land of China, and they are also citizens of China, of course, just like us. You all remember that as long as those who carry guns and are trained are our good comrades-in-arms, even if they are ethnic minorities, they must be treated with sufficient respect. Because they are now paying for the empire and its 60,000,000 people, just like us. To respect others is to respect oneself. Lin Xiaohu said in a positive voice.

"Oops! My class leader, how do you look the same as the instructor did in class? The students were taught the teachings of the class leader and the teacher. After Zhang Dawen laughed, he said with a serious face, "Don't worry!" I can't guarantee anything else, but when it comes to my comrades-in-arms and civilians, I will never find fault with me. ”

While they were chatting, a wounded Japanese soldier who was crushed by the corpse of the Japanese soldier not far away slowly came to his senses. When he came to his senses completely, he happened to hear Lin Xiaohu's conversation. His eyes began to be bloodshot, especially after seeing Lin Xiaohu and them gradually moving here, they clenched their teeth even tighter.

The sharp pain in his left shoulder made him full of all kinds of resentment towards Lin Xiaohu and the others in front of him. His left hand had been completely blown off, leaving only some scrap of flesh still hanging from his shoulder. Enduring the pain, the intact right hand took out a melon grenade from under him. With cold eyes, he stared at Lin Xiaohu and the others who were gradually approaching here.

Time passed, just as they got closer and closer. This wounded Japanese soldier, with all his might, suddenly burst out from under the corpse that pressed on him. Opened the safety of the melon grenade and shouted: "Your Majesty the Emperor, onboard." Then he slammed the grenade's protruding safety bolt to his head.

Normally, the next action of this Japanese wounded soldier should be to throw the grenade in his hand at Lin Xiaohu and them. However, when the wounded Japanese soldier knocked the grenade on his head, he realized that his helmet had fallen off and was not wearing it on his head.

This is the famous grenade in Japan, a kind of grenade that needs to be knocked on a hard place after the safety is opened, and it will explode when thrown out. However, at this time, the place where the wounded Japanese soldier knocked was his own head. Even if you knock your head with this grenade, the grenade won't explode. Unless his scalp becomes as hard as wood, the grenade will explode with a bang.

At this moment, not only Lin Xiaohu's attention was attracted by this Japanese wounded soldier, but even the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield around were also attracted by this Japanese wounded soldier. All eyes were on him, but surprisingly, no one shot him at this time. It was as if these Marines were watching a play, watching the wounded Japanese soldier grab a grenade and be stunned.

The wounded Japanese soldier also noticed that all eyes were on him, looking at them with a smile on their faces. Suddenly, he looked at the corpses under his feet, threw himself directly into the corpse pile, and slammed the grenade in his hand into the helmet of a corpse's head.

However, just as his injured grenade was about to hit, a gunshot rang out, ending this crazy and sad life.

The muzzle of the assault rifle in Lin Xiaohu's hand emitted a smell of gunpowder, and a little smoke dissipated outside the muzzle. Obviously, that shot was his masterpiece.

"Early death, early superbirth." Zhang Dawen read a sentence.

"Go on, watch out for the counterattack of the opponent's wounded soldiers." Lin Xiaohu also spoke up. Seeing another Japanese soldier die at his hands, he snorted coldly in his heart: Looking for death.

Fifteen minutes later, outside the port of Manila, a large ro-ro ship was the first to enter. As in Taipei, the RoRo ship docked at the Manila Pier, the gate on the side of the ship opened, and a wheeled bulldozer rumbled inside.

Put down the shovel and push the corpses of the Japanese soldiers on the dock into a pile. This was followed by several more large trucks, which drove next to the forklift. The former directly shoveled the corpses on the ground onto the truck.

Soon, the entire dock was swept away of the corpses, and behind the six or two large trucks, there were already Japanese corpses.

Lin Xiaohu and the others came on the field again, collected those things with broken hands and feet, and threw them directly into the back compartment of the truck. Then it's time for the sprinkler truck, loaded with sterilization and disinfectant cleaning agent, to quickly clean the entire dock.

When waiting for the vanguard of the jungle army to land on the shore, the original corpses were everywhere and the scene of blood was no longer visible.

Under the effect of the dock, troop carriers quickly unloaded soldiers, and ro-ro ships also unloaded some heavy weapons. That's why Qian Sihai chose to log in from here, knowing that this is a place where the other party is on guard, they still chose here. This is because there is a dock for large troop carriers and ro-ro ships. If the soldiers and equipment were to be unloaded slowly from the sea, it would have been a long time. This kind of speed is the battlefield of life, and many times it is necessary to race against time.

These soldiers of the Jungle Army who got off the boat, except for the facial bones that were slightly different from Lin Xiaohu, were all the same. The camouflage uniforms worn by the two people are completely different, and the soldiers of these jungle armies are all the same, camouflage uniforms with grass green as the main tone. And Lin Xiaohu's camouflage uniforms on their bodies are blue and white. As long as they are not color blind, they can see that they are not the same class.

The soldiers of the jungle army who had landed quickly assembled in a line on the pier, and then boarded the car and left the dock and headed for the front line.

In front of them, Lin Xiaohu and the others, who were resting on the side, began to be a little anxious. Why haven't they received the mission until now, is it because the mission belonging to the Marine Corps is over?

At this time, Zhang Dawen, who was a little sharp-eyed, suddenly pointed to a colonel who was walking here in the distance and said: "Look, it's the division commander who is here, and it seems that it's time for us to make a move again." ”

"Stand upright." When the colonel walked in front of them, Lin Xiaohu and the others stood up and saluted.

"There are new tasks, according to the order of the theater command. The city of Manila and the three mountains south continue to be in the hands of our Marines. You are the sharp knives of our regiment, and you have just been given enough time to recuperate. The next task is to attack and attack again, and kill all the little devils inside. Play a leading role, there is no confidence. ”

"Resolutely complete the task." (To be continued.) )