"Hayata, are you okay with your injuries?"

"It's just a bullet in the thigh, no problem."

Two Japanese soldiers were patrolling the edge of the line, chatting with each other, but they didn't notice that in the depths of the dense forest not far away, countless figures were slowly moving from those low bushes.

"Alas... I don't know how many people died in the battle today, but our 18th Division is really dead in name. ”

The Japanese soldier named Hayada sighed heavily, and just took out the water bottle from his waist and was about to take two sips, when suddenly a black shadow fell in front of him in a parabola from the sky.

"Langda? …… Yes!! When he saw the object clearly, he was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he only had time to scream.

"Boom!"

As the explosion sounded in his ears, Hayata's consciousness instantly disappeared, and his companion next to him was also blown upside down.

"Enemy attack! Defense! ”

The Japanese army was in chaos in an instant, and the noisy ranks were full of people, but everyone did not know where the enemy was coming from.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…… More and more grenades smashed into the ranks of the Japanese, killing and wounding countless people, and only then did they find that countless Chinese soldiers rushed out of the edge of the forest.

A group of warriors with a rainbow of warriors descended from the mountains, all of them wore grass rings on their heads, and their faces were smeared black with mud, and they looked like the evil ghosts in the mountains that made people shudder.

"Kill!"

"Bang bang! Bang bang! ”

"Boom! Rumble! Boom ......"

Bullets and grenades sang a symphony in the woods, and the Japanese fought back but could not resist the wolf-like mass of soldiers.

The fire in the forest was soaring, and the shouts of killing were endless, but those enemies wearing grass rings surrounded them from all directions, as if there was no end to fighting, which made the little devil's heart gradually shake.

"Withdraw! Get back in the back! Baga ......"

The Japanese machine gunners in the back kept urging their companions to retreat to make room for them to shoot, but the little devils who were bitten by the dead could easily withdraw as soon as they said so.

The distance between the two sides was so close that the mortars were not effective in short-distance jungle warfare, the grenadiers had lost their former usefulness, and even the machine guns were not available for effective output because of the shielding of their own soldiers.

The only things that worked well were silent grenades and short, light submachine guns, and the last thing a regiment of fighters lacked was these two things.

In order to be able to march quickly in the mountains and forests, they abandoned a lot of heavy firepower, such as 75 mountain guns, 81 morals, m2 old godmothers, and things that needed to be carried by several people.

In order to make up for the lack of firepower, each platoon increased the amount of bazooka and flamethrower, and the original heavy machine gun and even the soldiers became heavy soldiers carrying bullets.

The distance between the two sides is less than 30 meters, this is completely the stage where submachine guns and flamethrowers dominate, and the bullets like pear blossoms in the rainstorm are rushing in the face, and the little devils have nowhere to hide, they are so suppressed that they can't raise their heads, and there is no way but to leave a corpse outside the defense line.

"What's going on? Where did the Huaxia people come from!? Tanaka Shinichi now can be said to be crying without tears, thinking that it will be safe for the time being in the mountains and forests, but he didn't expect to fall into the arms of the other party.

"Division commander, withdraw quickly, the firepower of these Chinese people is too fierce, and the troops in front are almost unable to support it!"

There was a blank space in the center of the field, withdraw? Where else can you retreat?

Most of the retreating Japanese troops were fleeing in the direction of the mountains in the southwest, which was close to the Yunnan-Burma Highway and could avoid the pursuit of the Chinese armored forces, which was indeed the best route for retreat.

But who would have thought that the dragon article that had been cats in the mountains for seven or eight days was waiting for the rabbit here.

The soldiers of the regiment were divided into three routes, first occupying the route of the road to prevent the enemy from continuing to flee westward, and then the troops of the two battalions were interspersed left and right, and fiercely plunged into the heart of the little devil, disturbing the muddy waters again.

The whole mountain forest was full of gunfire, and the little devil who was already frightened was even more panicked now, and under the front blockade and the chase, he became a two-headed angry rat and extremely desolate.

More and more Japanese were killed, and they were powerless to return under the strangulation of two waves of men and horses.

At this time, the little devil either surrendered on his knees, or ran into the depths of those dense forests to become savages, or was shot and killed by soldiers surrounded from all sides, and there was no fourth way.

They finally tasted the feeling of being chased all over the mountains like rabbits.

"Hurry up, don't be like a, the little devil won't stop and wait for you, hurry up!"

Long Wenwen raised his arms and shouted, and led the team through the woods to continue to pursue the little devils fleeing all over the mountains.

"Commander, there's a big deal ahead, look at it!" A soldier raised his arm and shouted.

"Oh, that's a little different."

Following the direction pointed by the soldier, Long Wenwen saw at a glance that the group of Japanese, who were not a small number, were running forward desperately around a few officers, and it seemed that they should be a big fish.

"Lean in and kill them, keep an eye on those devil officers for me, I want to live!"

……

At the same time, Liao Mingyu also rushed to the front line with the guard battalion, and the camp that originally belonged to the Japanese army was basically cleared, except for all kinds of materials that were too late to take away, only the corpses and remains were left all over the ground.

The armored troops continued to move forward along the road, the infantry of the 200th Division was following closely, while the engineer regiment had already begun to clean up the battlefield, and the 2nd and 3rd regiments were pursuing in the mountains in order to expand the results of the battle.

After all, there are more than 20,000 people in a division and regiment, and in addition to those little devils who were killed, there are still thousands of fish that have escaped through the nets in the mountains.

"Go ahead, hurry!"

"Fuck it! Grind Lao Tzu again and kill you! ”

Many soldiers held rifles and shouted at a group of Japanese prisoners with fierce looks, and when they met someone who was slow, they immediately smashed the butt of a rifle at them.

If there is an injured person who can't walk, the soldiers don't talk nonsense, just tie it with a rope and throw it aside, and let its blood flow to fend for itself.

Want to have a blast? Dream! They don't deserve it at all, even if they kill these wounded soldiers with bullets, the soldiers feel that it is a waste.

The devil prisoners of war drooped their heads listlessly, like lost dogs, where there was still half a soldier.

However, what is surprising is that the consciousness of these Japanese soldiers as prisoners is very high, although they lay down their arms, they are still disciplined, and they line up in a uniform line for the soldiers to shout and scold, and there is no hint of resistance in their eyes......

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