"Nakamura-kun, what the hell do you say about this war. A soldier who was originally part of the Japanese armored unit asked his comrades. He and his man named Nakamura were driving tanks on the way to Imphal. However, the tank had to be abandoned due to engine failure on the way. And the two of them became infantry without weapons.

Compared to Koike, the soldier who spoke, as the commander of the tank vehicle, Nakamura seemed more stable. He carried the command knife he regarded as a treasure at his waist, and stared with his eyes at the main Japanese army that was marching not far away. Many of them were already unclothed, and most of the soldiers lost their guns on the side of the road because of the rout.

Just now, when the guns were discarded, there were military caopers and commanders who came to scold and scold, but later, when everyone had no strength to move forward, discarding guns and ammunition was already commonplace for these hungry and trance-stricken Japanese soldiers, and no one was held accountable anymore.

Having lost his chariot, Nakamura is not in a good mood now, he sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said to his comrade-in-arms Koike: "Koike-kun, you can't win the war if you're hungry. What I want to do most now is take a sip of sake and have a hearty meal with eel and miso. ”

"Goo. Hearing others talk about so many delicious foods, Koike suddenly felt his saliva gushing out like a spring, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then looked at his superior, and said, "Nakamura-kun, don't say it again, I really want to eat something serious." ”

The Japanese tank units were fairly timely in the early stage of replenishment, and at least carried a lot of fuel. So when most of the infantry were hungry, Nakamura and Koike still had a lot of food left in their hands, but since a few days ago their good days had come to an end, they could no longer find any decent food in their hands.

The Type 95 light combat vehicle is a type of tank deployed by the Japanese army in Southeast Asia, and it is also the tank that Nakamura drove before his crew. The shape of this tank is very characteristic, the turret is on the left, and the hull is extremely irregular.

Originally, Nakamura had another subordinate named Yoshitake, but this poor guy died on the brutal battlefield in the next attack, so a trio became a duo and was routed on the road to escape. The two of them relied on each other all the way, and they barely survived, but they were surrounded by unknown troops, and those familiar faces had disappeared into the dense jungle.

"This failure is entirely due to the fact that the commanders only think about currying favor with those in the base camp all day long. Nakamura looked at another soldier not far away who had fallen on the side of the road due to hunger, and complained, "That idiot at Mutaguchi! ”

Koike pursed his lips, pointed to the infantry allies marching over there, and said to Nakamura with disdain: "Those infantry guys, saying that Mutaguchi idiot only has three things he likes. ”

"Oh, what are the three?" Nakamura asked Koike breathlessly, holding his command knife with one hand and holding the trees beside him with the other.

"That guy at Mutaguchi, the three things he likes most are medals, women, and journalists. Koike learned a dialect that he didn't know where he came from, and learned the Tao to his chief Nakamura. After he finished learning, even one person laughed comfortably twice.

Now there are not many ways for two people to relieve the despair in their hearts, and ridiculing the incompetent lieutenant general Mu Taguchi together is one of the more effective methods. They like to call Mutaguchi idiots, fools, fools, bastards - of course, these words are pronounced "haga" in Japanese.

"Yaga!" Nakamura still had a smile on his face, and whispered this summary to Koike, and then the two of them continued to walk forward with their legs raised. They were better than the Japanese infantry around them who were like resentful spirits, and the clothes on their bodies were enough for them to show their identity as Japanese soldiers.

Before he could finish his words, a gunshot rang out in the distance, and the crisp sound echoed through the valley and the woods, melodious and terrifying. Nakamura was visibly stunned when he heard the gunshot, then looked at Koike beside him with a look of fear, and then swept his eyes to the already panicked infantry brigade in the distance.

God knows how long it had been since they had heard gunfire, since the British in Imphal had fired at them with their machine guns, bullets flying over their heads, tracer bullets howling in a straight line, hitting the soldiers around them, and the feeling of the world spinning continued from the beginning of the attack to the retreat.

It was a memory akin to despair, and all the Japanese soldiers who lived through the Battle of Imphal probably didn't want to want to remember this terrible time. At that time, the gunfire seemed to be incessant, and each shot took away an already fragile life.

Then the whole army began to retreat, and the gunfire gradually became sparse, and the British also used troops to pursue, and then the Japanese fled day and night, and after entering the barren mountains and mountains, the British did not follow to catch up. As a result, all the Japanese troops naturally transitioned from the state of fighting to the state of boring hurry.

Then you could hear the howls of wild beasts, the chirping of birds, the hysterical shouts of the wounded, and the sound of the springs. Of course, Japanese soldiers can also hear the sound of soldiers sliding off a cliff and falling to their deaths, and they can also hear the sound of soldiers fainting from hunger and falling to the ground to die...... In short, there are too many noises in this forest, and the only thing that is rare is the sound of gunfire.

But now, the familiar sound of gunfire rang out again, and after one another, a second one followed. This is not the sound of hunting gunfire, because the team in front has already ransacked this rainforest, and there will be no large animals left that need to be solved with guns.

The gunshots came more intensively, and in the dense gunfire, Nakamura recalled the experience he feared the most. He was beaten by British machine guns on the battlefield, and finally fell to the ground, looking up just in time to see his panicked subordinate Yoshitake, who had been struck into a sieve by bullets - first through Yoshiwu's eyes, then his jaw, and then his body......

Nakamura, whose face was pale, did not dare to continue his recollection, and wiped his face with his hand, as if to wipe away the blood that Yoshitake had splashed on his face that day. He looked at Koike, and then ordered in a slightly trembling voice, "Hurry up and hide!

"Enemy attack!" Before the two of them could find a suitable cover, the infantry in front shouted loudly, and from the side of the mountainside, countless plants seemed to come to life, shaking as if they were about to come to life. If you look closely for a while, you will find that these plants that come to life are actually soldiers with camouflage on their heads.

A bullet swept through the dense trunk and leaves on the trunk, hitting a Japanese soldier who had forgotten to lie down, blood splattered everywhere, and the soldier who had been shot lay backwards and knocked down another Japanese soldier who was already white and skinny.

It was obvious that the soldier who had been shot had not been able to get up again, but the Japanese soldier who had been knocked down was lying on the ground with no intention of struggling to get up - they were all dead, one was killed, and the other was too hungry.

"For His Majesty the Emperor! For the sake of the Imperial Japanese Army!" A hungry and dizzy infantry soldier Cao drew his command knife, pointed to the position on the mountainside, and shouted the order to counterattack in his loudest voice, but only a few Japanese soldiers raised the Type 38 rifle in their hands.

Most of the diehards of the Japanese army who dared to fight to the death had already been thrown into Imphal as cannon fodder, and the remaining strong main forces ran to the front because of the fast marching speed. Most of the people here now are poor people who are doomed to starve to death on the road, and most of them are ordinary Japanese civilians who are bent on survival.

"It's the Shina people!" a Japanese soldier said in the crowd. He saw the unique legging method of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and also saw the other party's American-style military uniform. Of course, he also saw faces like him, made up of yellow skin and black eyes.

"It's the Chinese army!" Hearing the shouts of the infantry, Nakamura quietly changed the name of the Chinese soldiers, replacing the very disrespectful word "China" with a more tongue-twisting "China". He leaned against a tree, dodging the fire of the Chinese troops on one side, and looked at the Japanese allies falling one by one, without feeling any sadness.

Maybe after such a terrible retreat, even death can only be regarded as a relief, right?" Nakamura thought to himself. He looked at his friend Xiao Chi beside him, and said helplessly: "Xiao Chi-kun, the Chinese army will come over in a while, so you can surrender." ”

As he spoke, the Japanese soldier Cao, who was not far away, and had just brandished a command knife and asked his troops to fire back, had now been hit by a bullet and was lying on the ground and stuck in a puddle of mud. Some of the Japanese troops fled on both sides, others in the opposite direction of the Chinese expeditionary force, and they pushed aside the wide leaves that stood in the way, and crashed into the rainforest from east to west, north and south.

Those who get lost here generally have only one end, and that is to die in this uninhabited place, close their eyes in a corner, and rot and become a part of nature. So escaping from the army is not a good idea, but it is the most option in this situation, in the panic.

Leaving here and escaping from this place infested by the Chinese army became the common voice of all the Japanese soldiers present.