Kawasaki did not yet know that his command had been isolated from his entire wing. His telephone lines had been cut off, and the dozen or so signal corps he had sent, as well as the officers who had delivered orders, had fallen in a trench not far from his headquarters. He was confined to bed because of a leg injury, and there were fewer and fewer people in front of him who could be deployed.

The Japanese army was unable to organize an effective anti-aircraft defense and to conduct anti-aircraft firing in an organized manner, in large part due to Kawasaki's inability to convey his orders. The Japanese army, which had lost its command, had to fight on its own, and in the time it seemed that it was dawn, the Japanese defenders had no way to prevent the German army from further expanding their gains.

There was chaos in the positions, and the Japanese troops next door didn't even know what was going on here, they only saw the fire on the Kawasaki troops' defensive line and could hear the roar of the aircraft engines. Some units reported the situation to the division headquarters in the back, but the answer was "Fools, no planes can bomb at low altitudes at night!" Are you crazy?

Just when the Japanese army was in disarray, outside the command office of the Kawasaki Wing, the Germans had already killed all the guards on duty, and by the way, destroyed the two nearby machine-gun positions. More than a dozen special forces surrounded Kawasaki's headquarters, and then impatiently kicked open the not-so-solid door.

The Japanese soldier inside had obviously not yet figured out the situation, and the Japanese electromechanic sitting on the radio transmitter had just turned around when he was shot in the forehead and collapsed in his chair.

When Kawasaki struggled to sit up from his bed, his chief of staff and two officers from the wing command had been easily killed by the German soldiers. One of them reacted the fastest, and only pressed his hand on the hilt of the command knife, and before he could even pull out a tenth of his knife, he was hit by a bullet and fell.

"Yaga!" Kawasaki, who reacted, reached out from the armed belt hanging from the edge of the bed and drew his self-defense pistol. And the two bullets fired by the German special forces were blocked by the military doctor next to him. So Kawasaki became the last living person in this room, and the last person in this room who could resist.

He shot at the door with his pistol, and then the quick-witted Kawasaki shouted loudly as he lay on the bed and fired: "Someone! Guards! Enemy has broken in! Enemy has broken in!"

He hoped that his gunshots and shouts could remind the soldiers around him, after all, as the headquarters of the wing, there were many guards and combat troops nearby, and at least someone should hear his shouts and come from all sides to annihilate these intruding enemies. But what he didn't know was that the surrounding area had already been cleared by the German special forces, and with the huge attack of the German helicopters over there, the small fights here could not attract anyone's attention at all.

"It may not be easy to catch alive like this! Kill and retreat!" said the officer leading the team, looking at the watch on his wrist. The brightness of the surroundings had already increased a little, and he had to give up the idea of capturing the prisoners, because in a few moments the sun would rise, and they would have to hurry to end the battle in their hands and prepare to cooperate with the main force to take this position.

So several German special forces members understood and leaned out from both sides of the door to shoot at the marching bed where Kawasaki was. Originally, it was extremely unrealistic to expect an adjutant with troops to fight against a group of special forces soldiers, so Kawasaki was naturally shot and killed in this strafing shot.

When the German soldiers rushed into the headquarters and rummaged for something valuable, the blood gushing out of the Kawasaki Wing Captain's chest dripped down the edge of the bed and fell to the ground, and a German special forces soldier passed by Kawasaki's corpse, and then used his own muzzle to pull the "Wang Ba Box" pistol away, and pulled the wing battle flag belonging to Kawasaki Wing from the side of Kawasaki's corpse.

The flag of each wing was personally awarded to the first commander of the wing by the Emperor of Japan, but this tradition has not been implemented for a long time in today's frenzied expansion of the Japanese army. However, as a veteran main force of the Japanese army, the Kawasaki Wing flag was indeed awarded by the Japanese emperor himself. But now the flag had become a trophy of the Germans, as was the Japanese officer's self-defense pistol, which had run out of bullets.

This Japanese fourteen-year-old pistol is famous for having a huge pistol holster, and because some of the round holsters are named "Wang Hachi Box" by the Chinese who hate the Japanese army. However, there was no such nickname among the German army, on the contrary, because its shape was very similar to the German officer's Luger pistol, and it was one of the trophies that the Germans liked very much.

As time passed, one of the German helicopter units was finally shot down by Japanese anti-aircraft fire, and the crashed plane rushed directly into the trenches of the Japanese soldiers, and the huge flames of the explosion rose almost at the same time as the sun on the horizon.

Even the U.S. military in the 21st century often suffered casualties when facing backward opponents at the level of World War II. Therefore, the German army in 1939 faced the Great Japanese Imperial Army, which was far from being weakened, and could not fight a crushing battle with zero casualties in any case. The crashed helicopter forced the German helicopter unit to rein in a bit, and as the sky darkened, the German helicopters began to retreat cautiously, leaving the disorganized position to the Japanese.

"How can these planes hover in the sky?" "How can they fly into the sky without wings?" Some strange questions kept appearing among the Japanese soldiers, and everyone stared at the German planes leaving in the distance, and their hearts were full of indescribable frustration.

Their positions were baptized by the other side for almost 30 minutes, and the dense rockets and cannon shells rained down on the Japanese army, causing countless losses to the Japanese army. Hundreds of people were wounded and killed, and as a result, the Japanese shot down only one opposing helicopter, which was not even a vent of anger.

"Damn, how did we get into trouble with such a powerful enemy?" "Do those idiots in the base camp only know how to play with women?" "I said, how many people are we going to die in a battle with such an enemy?" When the cleaning of the battlefield began, looking at the corpses full of bullet holes around him, looking at the comrades who had already been killed, the voices of doubt became more and more. Everyone complained in frustration, and no one seemed to notice that their troops had not received orders from their commanders for a long time.

"I said, we were beaten so badly, isn't there a new combat order from the wing headquarters?" After throwing the corpse in his hand into the crater, a soldier finally realized all the strange things that happened one after another before dawn, and the command headquarters didn't even give an explanation. He frowned and looked in the direction of the wing headquarters, and before he could speak, he heard the sound of a German assault rifle, a coherent and unique gunshot.

"The Germans have attacked our wing headquarters! Wing Commander Kawasaki's whereabouts are unknown!" As the sound of gunfire reached the ears of the Japanese soldier, there was also this shocking news. Surprised, he once again set his eyes in the direction of the wing headquarters, and then he didn't know anything as soon as it was dark.

In a machine-gun bunker above the headquarters of the Kawasaki Wing, a German special forces sniper removed his crosshair from the shot Japanese soldier and aimed at the next hapless guy, the sky was already bright, and his role was finally fully played, he hated the dark night, because then he couldn't see those distant targets.

With the sound of his breathing, the crosshair in the sight was already pressed against another Japanese soldier who was standing still, and he skillfully pulled his trigger, and the bullet passed through the distance of two or three hundred meters, pierced the chest of the Japanese soldier, and splashed a white smoke on the mound of dirt behind the Japanese soldier.

Just when the Japanese soldiers finally regained their lost courage and launched an attack on their wing headquarters, a burst of shouts erupted from the German positions, and along with the sound of gunfire, the roar of German tank engines was also heard. One after another, the Leopard tanks rushed out of the bunkers that had been dug for the Japanese tanks, and rushed towards the direction of the Japanese positions.

The Japanese defenders were desperately attacking their headquarters, and the offensive like a wave was repelled again and again by the German special forces with sufficient ammunition, and finally had an absolute advantage in numbers, and the Japanese army was very confident that they could annihilate this group of bold and reckless enemy troops in their own positions.

However, as the German tanks on the opposite position began to attack, in another command headquarters of the Japanese army, the commander of the armored unit, Miyamoto Wing, had gauze wrapped around his head and gave an order to his tank unit to continue retreating: "Let the people of the Kawasaki Wing retreat quickly! If they are bitten by the Germans, the entire position will be finished!"

In the past day, Miyamoto no longer knows how many times he has heard and said "all finished", he only knows that during this time, his troops and friendly forces have really been "all finished" again and again. At this time, he no longer had the strength to curse or thunder, he could only numbly give the order to retreat again, and then with unwillingness and loss, with his useless chariots, fled from his headquarters in a hurry.

The 4th more is offered, the dragon spirit went to sleep, and will continue to make up for it tomorrow, and I still owe everyone 4 more, and the dragon spirit will definitely make it up for everyone!