(Partially repeated, wait and see!) ）

In the thick fog, in fact, the Japanese and Burmese do not know where they are now, they can only keep correcting their direction in the dense fog, and in the same way, all the way in, their soldiers will always die inexplicably.

Mines, traps, and mines became the main factors in their casualties, and the enemy, they did not see few.

"Keep going!"

The Japanese officers in the team urged, and the large-scale white-knuckle battle they expected did not break out, as if the enemy inside had slipped away, but they knew that the enemy was around them, and maybe they would jump out in the next second, so they were sweating profusely and were also very nervous.

"Your Excellency!"

The Burmese, who had walked in front, raised their hands, and the procession of more than fifty people stopped; A Burmese man crouched in front of the devil officer, and he felt uneasy.

"What's wrong?"

In this environment, even the always arrogant devil officer became honest and asked in a low voice.

"The village should not be far ahead, where are our allies?"

The Burmese asked the devil officers, there were more than fifty of them, even if they rushed into the village, what could they do? It's not the end of being chopped up by the defenders.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Sudden ......"

And in the woods, the gunshots are fired more and more frequently, and at various key points, as long as the enemy appears, the machine guns in the fortifications will definitely howl, focusing on the black shadow design that they can't see clearly.

"It should be almost there."

The devil officer didn't know where his allies were, and the constant sound of gunfire around him told him that perhaps his allies had been consumed by bullets in the woods.

"I'm getting ready for battle, and I feel the fog waning."

The Burmese pointed ahead, and he seemed to feel something from the thick fog?

"Didn't you say that the fog would last until noon? There are still two hours left until noon. ”

The devil officer looked at his watch and expressed puzzlement.

"Maybe they lit a big fire inside and dispersed the fog inside, and as long as there was enough fire, their sight would have recovered a lot."

The Burmese pointed to the opposite side, and the thick fog kept coming like a ball of cotton wool.

"Ready for battle!"

The devil officer shouted in a low voice, removed the rifle from his back, and held it in his hand.

"Keep an eye on it, and shoot when you see a moving figure!"

Outside the looming houses in the village, piles of firelight dispersed the thick fog, and behind the fire, inside the circular fortifications made of sandbags, was a very light machine gun, and a large number of brothers sat behind the sandbags, with Thomson, M1, carbines and other weapons on their knees.

They were ordered that no one in front would bring back the wounded until the fog cleared, and that no troops on the periphery could move on their own, so as long as anyone approached the village, it must be the enemy, and they were the last line of defense, and the enemy could not rush into the village.

"Platoon commander, there's movement, there seems to be movement over there!"

One of the brothers shouted and pointed ahead of him, and he was afraid of accidental injury, so he hit his brother with his finger on the trigger and did not fire.

"It's the enemy! Hit labor-management! ”

The platoon commander glanced at it, and a dark shadow loomed in the mist.

"Sudden ......"

Thomson in the platoon commander's hand howled first, and the bullet pierced through the dense fog and ran towards the unknown black shadow.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Bang, bang, bang......"

As soon as Thomson fired, the light machine gun and the M1 opened fire at the same time, and the bullets rained down behind the fog.

"Puff puff ......"

"Ahh

The bullet pierced through the flesh, and screams rang out in the thick fog.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Soon, the sound of Japanese and British guns rang out in the thick fog, and the bullets of the enemy's counterattack whizzed, either on sandbags or over their heads, and into the walls of the houses behind. In the thick fog, in fact, the Japanese and Burmese do not know where they are now, they can only keep correcting their direction in the dense fog, and in the same way, all the way in, their soldiers will always die inexplicably.

Mines, traps, and mines became the main factors in their casualties, and the enemy, they did not see few.

"Keep going!"

The Japanese officers in the team urged, and the large-scale white-knuckle battle they expected did not break out, as if the enemy inside had slipped away, but they knew that the enemy was around them, and maybe they would jump out in the next second, so they were sweating profusely and were also very nervous.

"Your Excellency!"

The Burmese, who had walked in front, raised their hands, and the procession of more than fifty people stopped; A Burmese man crouched in front of the devil officer, and he felt uneasy.

"What's wrong?"

In this environment, even the always arrogant devil officer became honest and asked in a low voice.

"The village should not be far ahead, where are our allies?"

The Burmese asked the devil officers, there were more than fifty of them, even if they rushed into the village, what could they do? It's not the end of being chopped up by the defenders.

"Da Da Da ......"

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

"Sudden ......"

And in the woods, the gunshots are fired more and more frequently, and at various key points, as long as the enemy appears, the machine guns in the fortifications will definitely howl, focusing on the black shadow design that they can't see clearly.

"It should be almost there."

The devil officer didn't know where his allies were, and the constant sound of gunfire around him told him that perhaps his allies had been consumed by bullets in the woods.

"I'm getting ready for battle, and I feel the fog waning."

The Burmese pointed ahead, and he seemed to feel something from the thick fog?

"Didn't you say that the fog would last until noon? There are still two hours left until noon. ”

The devil officer looked at his watch and expressed puzzlement.

"Maybe they lit a big fire inside and dispersed the fog inside, and as long as there was enough fire, their sight would have recovered a lot."

The Burmese pointed to the opposite side, and the thick fog kept coming like a ball of cotton wool.

"Ready for battle!"

The devil officer shouted in a low voice, removed the rifle from his back, and held it in his hand.

"Keep an eye on it, and shoot when you see a moving figure!"

Outside the looming houses in the village, piles of firelight dispersed the thick fog, and behind the fire, inside the circular fortifications made of sandbags, was a very light machine gun, and a large number of brothers sat behind the sandbags, with Thomson, M1, carbines and other weapons on their knees.

They were ordered that no one in front would bring back the wounded until the fog cleared, and that no troops on the periphery could move on their own, so as long as anyone approached the village, it must be the enemy, and they were the last line of defense, and the enemy could not rush into the village.

"Platoon commander, there's movement, there seems to be movement over there!"

One of the brothers shouted and pointed ahead of him, and he was afraid of accidental injury, so he hit his brother with his finger on the trigger and did not fire.

"It's the enemy! Hit labor-management! ”

The platoon commander glanced at it, and a dark shadow loomed in the mist.

"Sudden ......"

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