Ichiro Yamamoto raised his hand and saluted, watching the kamikaze planes fly overhead, knowing very well in his heart that his comrades in the sky would never return.

It's going to be a tough battle, and maybe I'll never see my mom again! Ichiro Yamamoto rubbed the corners of his eyes, which were a little sour, and then continued his patrol.

This is the No. 9 artillery position of the Okinawa defensive line, and its main purpose is to defend against the landing of US troops on the beach. The scale of the artillery array was very huge, and more than 30 mountain guns were placed in the position behind the mountain itself.

After holding out for more than two months, Yamamoto knew quite well that in fact, even an artillery array of this size was a decoy, and everyone, including their guard company, was cannon fodder.

Since the command has already given the order to abandon the beachhead operation, the strategic task in the future is to lure the US troops into the mountains and then destroy them by means of a favorable location.

The Great Japanese Empire is over!

Yamamoto was a veteran who had participated in the Battle of Lugou Bridge and had fought in Songhu Bo, but more than a year earlier, Yamamoto had followed his army from northern China to the southern estuary, and he was very proud of the glory of the soldiers.

It is a pity that we still have not subjugated the great nation to the west, even if he is so weak now.

But I've got enough!

Yamamoto was proud: In China, I have killed people, raped women, burned houses, and I have done everything I can, hahaha, even if I go to hell, I am also a demon below, I am proud!

Thinking of this, Yamamoto Shishi unbuttoned the corners of his pants and drank a little more water today.

Just as Yamamoto was refreshed there, he suddenly noticed that a sparkling wave suddenly appeared on his right side, and then, like the magic of a great change of life, a young man dressed strangely appeared in front of him out of thin air.

"I'm the chengguan, you're going to defecate everywhere, you haven't taught you at home? A fine of two hundred, no invoice! ”

Yamamoto was still holding one hand on the bird, but the other hand was scratching his head, and he was stunned.

What's going on?

But after an instant, the Japanese soldier reacted, Chinese!

"Yaga!"

Sanben stretched out his hand and wanted to pull out the gun, but the other guy's movements were faster than him, "Eight your uncle, remember, the Diaoyu Islands are Chinese!" ”

Before the words fell, the guy in front of him slammed his foot under Yamamoto's step, and in the stunned gaze of Sanben, he could see two small balls popping out with his own eyes.

Ma Tianyuan appeared behind Yamamoto, his movements were much sharper, his left arm strangled Yamamoto's neck, his right hand buckled on his chin and twisted in reverse, a crisp "click" sound, Yamamoto's head was already drooping to the side.

Here, He Qiliao landed on one foot and jumped to the side, and then the kicking foot in turn rubbed on the grass.

"God, this Japanese devil is really fucking|fuck|fuck, the birds are kicking, and the urine can still rush out."

Ma Tianyuan was so excited by him that he rolled his eyes, but now he is fighting? What about killing people, can't these two goods be serious?

Why abandon Liao, but he has a hearty words: "What are you afraid of with Brother Hui's cooperation?" How many devils have we killed? ”

Ma Tianyuan smiled, He Qiliao is really not wrong, now it's like playing a game with a plug-in upgrade, just get addicted, and there is really no danger.

Pointing to the artillery array in the mountain nest, Ma Tianyuan said: "There is only the artillery array below, and the periphery has been cleaned up." ”

In the camp of the mountain nest, Kameda Osa is forming a team to give a lecture, he has already made up his mind to martyrdom, but he is worried that his soldiers will not have this awareness, so he will choose a period of time every day to concentrate his subordinates to brainwash.

"Long live the Emperor, and the martial arts will last forever!"

Following Kameda's shout, the phalanx in front of him was all in Nasdiri.

Kameda raised his hands into the air: "The emperor will definitely protect us, and the gods from heaven will definitely protect us!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I felt that two things had fallen from the sky, impartially, and they happened to fall into Kameda's high hands.

Kameda stopped agitating, retracted his hand and looked in front of him, and saw a grenade in his left and right hands.

Kameda was immediately ecstatic in his heart, and he happily stretched out the grenade in front of everyone:

"Look, God has appeared, and his old man has sent us weapons."

The group of people all gathered around to watch curiously, and when they saw that there was no bolt on the grenade, the crowd was shocked:

"Yaga!"

"Boom!"

It's over.

Rags floated in the sky, smoke filled the air, and there was not a single intact corpse on the ground.

"I'm eight of your uncle!" He Qiliao fiddled with a 38 cover in his hand and walked over scolding.

This artillery position can be regarded as cleared, but He Qiliao feels very addicted. Without him, the weapons are too poor.

He had coveted Ma Tianyuan's 97 assault gun for a long time, but Ma Tianyuan just refused to lend it to him, and finally just agreed to give him half of the grenade, which was unpleasant!

Grinding left and right, Ma Tianyuan's attitude was very firm, and in desperation, He Qiliao could only find a 38 cover.

Can this be compared?

This gun is heavy and long, not to mention, the key is that it is easy to jam, and it is very difficult to pull out the bolt, just carrying this thing made He Qiliao sweat profusely.

In the front, He Qiliao also tried to shoot a few shots, but he couldn't stand the recoil, and when he got to the back, He Qiliao directly played with this gun as a burning stick, and he used a bayonet with a three-eight cover to stab the birds of the Japanese soldiers.

"Eight...... Ga! ”

A weak but disgusted voice came out again, and he saw a "corpse" on the outermost part of the body struggling to hold up, the Japanese soldier was not dead, he trembled and raised a pistol, and the muzzle of the black hole hole was aimed at He Qiliao.

Just as He Qiliao screamed, a figure suddenly appeared behind the Japanese soldier, and he raised his foot and kicked it, directly stomping the Japanese soldier down, and then raised his foot again and stomped hard, and the sound of a mixture of flesh and bone came out.

Zhang Binhui stepped aside, and the hand of the Japanese soldier holding the gun on the ground had turned into a meatloaf, and the flesh and bone were no longer separated, and even the handle of the gun was mixed in it.

Zhang Binhui spat at the screaming Japanese soldiers on the ground, and then said:

"I'm back from Nanjing."

Ma Tianyuan's eyes immediately turned red.

"I'm eight of your uncle!"

Ma Tianyuan snatched the spear from He Qiliao's hand, the handle of the gun was backwards, twisted his body in reverse, and then slammed it down in the standard posture of playing golf.

I heard a sound of "", and the thick wooden handle of the gun was blown to pieces, and the trigger, spring, and other rifle spirit parts scattered and flew out.

Everything was quiet.