At this moment, the soldiers of the second regiment on the opposite bank are full of firepower, in addition to heavy artillery, mortars, M2 heavy machine guns... As long as the weapon can reach the range, it will lead to the little devil to play with his life.

The unsuspecting Japanese fell in pieces, shells fell into the crowd one after another, and the shattered corpses flew everywhere, and the terrible situation could not bear to look at directly.

"Ha Pressure Library! Hurry back into the woods! ”

Looking at this scene in front of him, Chiba Shibei was grief-stricken, the Huaxia people were obviously on guard, and this was a trap carefully arranged for them.

The Japanese advance was caught in a bloody battle and could not get out, but the large force was still near the river beach, and this severe beating was called a strong one. The little devil was already frightened, and desperately fled to the woods behind him.

Finally ran into the woods, and then counted the remaining people around him, Chiba Shibei almost turned his back on his anger, the wave of attacks just now directly reimbursed one-third of his people, and the huge loss made people crazy.

"Yaosi-kun? Yao Si-kun? Chiba looked around, but couldn't see his old partner: "Which of you saw Chief of Staff Yoshiji?" ”

"See... Chief of Staff he... It's already broken on the river beach. One of the soldiers stumbled.

"Nani!?" Chiba was taken aback, and his body shook like a lightning strike, but fortunately, the lieutenant next to him hurriedly held him up.

"Brigade commander, please cheer up! You've got to get us out of here! "The lieutenant is very anxious, if even Chiba collapses, then they are really finished.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

The shelling on the opposite bank continued, and began to gradually stretch back, and the jungle became full of fire, and experienced veterans knew that this was a prelude to an enemy attack

"Report!"

At this time, a Japanese soldier hurriedly ran from the rear of the troops:

"Report to the brigade commander! According to the rear observation post, the Chinese troops of the southern blockade line are approaching our position, and it is expected that they will come into contact in about 20 minutes. ”

"The report... A large number of Chinese people were found three kilometers upstream"

Hearing the soldier's report, Chiba Shibei closed his eyes uncomfortably, it was really a house leak that happened to rain overnight, When bad luck is not good, bad things always come one after another, outflanking left and right, and flanking back and forth... The Chinese are going to put me to death.

"Brigade commander? We... What are we going to do? ”

“どうしよう……”

"Can't you really go back?"

Looking at these soldiers with thin faces and faces full of fear, Chiba Jubei really didn't feel good in his heart, but now he had to carry the burden, which was his fate as the supreme commander.

“うるさくしないで！ Shut up! Chiba Shibei suddenly shouted at everyone with a fierce look in his eyes: "Do you want to be a coward?" ”

"The warriors of the Empire will never be afraid, and it is your supreme honor to die on the battlefield to serve His Majesty the Emperor!"

Brainwashing lower-level soldiers is a skill that every "good" Japanese officer must have, even if he doesn't believe what he says, but in order for these soldiers to be fearless and desperate, they can make up big lies.

This generous statement may be very encouraging in normal times, but now... The double torture of body and mind made these Japanese soldiers feel desperate, and the explosions around them did not stop, and the screams and pain hit the soul, how many people could listen to these words?

The reaction of the soldiers made Chiba Jubei frown, this is not good, a soldier without fighting spirit, but he has other words:

"Don't forget how they treat those who surrender, those soldiers who become unjust souls will never be able to survive, instead of being beheaded like a sheep by them, it is better to be a hungry wolf to bite off a piece of meat before dying!"

In some Japanese myths and legends, the belly is the vessel for the soul, and the head is the channel for the soul to ascend. The spirit of bushido is to let the erring samurai open the abdomen so that the soul can be released, even the most filthy soul can be purified and sublimated at this moment, and the cutting off of the head of the wrong person only makes the person who cuts the abdomen less painful.

But if a person's head is cut off far from his homeland, his soul will be sealed in his body forever, or he will become a lonely ghost and travel through the sun, and he will never be reborn.

You must know that Japanese people are very superstitious, and many people believe it when they hear this.

Death may not be the most terrible, but the terrible thing is that you have to suffer after death, and that's something that ordinary people can't accept.

Seeing everyone's expressions now, Chiba Shibei finally nodded with satisfaction, and a cruel smile couldn't help but hang on his face:

"There is no way back for us today, Ladies and gentlemen, take up your arms and defend your dignity! We... See you at Yasukuni Shrine! ”

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Facts have proved that the death and resurrection can indeed burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, and the remaining more than 700 little devils around Chiba Shibei are like chicken blood.

They did not choose to move forward from the river beach, because it had already become the enemy's killing zone, and if they insisted on attacking from there, they would completely become a live target for the other party, and it was estimated that there would be not much left when they rushed across the river beach, and there was a battalion of Chinese people waiting over there, and this kind of stupid thing could not be done again.

Chiba simply led the people back into the forest and ran to the southeast, wanting to take advantage of the unstable foothold of the three regiments that surrounded them to catch them off guard, no matter what the result was, the battle would be right until the last moment.

A fierce battle broke out between the two sides in the jungle, and because the visibility in the deep forest was too low, the flares were bright but could not penetrate the dense canopy, so that the scene became extremely chaotic, and the whole forest seemed to be full of figures shuttling in and out, and people were shooting from the invisible corners at any time.

Putting cold guns, engaging in sneak attacks, doing trapping... The little devil turned into pieces and hid in the woods, using all kinds of methods to resist the three regiments of soldiers, but he just didn't confront you head-on, which really made Hong Mu angry enough, and it felt like a punch on the cotton.

The battle lasted from midnight until nine o'clock in the morning, and it was not until the Gaoji people rushed over from the opposite bank with the main force of the 2nd Regiment and the 200th Division that the situation slowly changed.

No matter how cunning and difficult the Japanese are, they will eventually be vulnerable in the face of absolute strength.

The 200th Division and the two main regiments gradually narrowed the encirclement, and the remaining little devils were less than 100 people.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, the harsh sunlight shone through the treetops into the forest, and the ground was full of wreckage, and the smell of gunpowder and blood became the main theme here.

After a night of bloody fighting, there was not much left of the entire 72nd Brigade, and neither the two infantry wings that attracted fire from the southeast nor the brigade headquarters that tried to break through to the southwest could not escape the encirclement.

Even the corpse of Chiba Shibei, the commander of the Major General's Brigade, was pulled out by a certain soldier and reported to ask for credit, and the remaining dozens of little devils were exhausted and exhausted, so they didn't last long and put down their weapons under the armed persuasion of the soldiers......

At the temporary pontoon bridge of the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank, their heads drooping and their faces defeated, and there was still the look of the past.

Private Yang Gongwang held a rattan in his hand, as long as he saw which Japanese soldier was slow, he would go up twice without saying a word, and he scolded and scolded while slapping his mouth, if it wasn't for the company commander saying that he would send these deflated calves to the back, he would want to kill a few in public to vent his anger.

"Ngawang, let them move faster, as if they hadn't eaten."

"Got it, company commander."

Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head and rolled up his sleeves, and roared viciously: "Gaha! Hurry up for Lao Tzu! A bunch of deflated calves, and then ink Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Syllable! Syllable!

The rattan was pumped the back of a little devil, and the huge force directly knocked it to the ground, and before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward to make up for a few more kicks, until the Japanese soldier hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Looking at this tall man who seemed to be like a giant at one meter and eight meters, the other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads in fear, not daring to resist in the slightest.

Yang Gongwang snorted coldly, obviously he was not angry enough, he originally belonged to the 49th Army of the Northeast Army, and after the 918 Incident, the troops were broken up and reorganized, just like a lost dragon, he traveled many places and finally came to Yunnan, and a few days ago he entered the Third Regiment of the Honorary Third Division as a supplementary source of soldiers.

Like most people in the Northeast, Yang Gongwang also misses his hometown and has an incomparable hatred for the little devils, but the successive defeats in the past have made them almost numb to lose, and the continuous departure of his family and comrades-in-arms is even more devastating.

Since he arrived at the Third Division, he realized that the battle could still be fought like this, and that those hated Japanese could one day become his own prisoners, which was unimaginable before.

"Humph! These eight calves should go to hell and catch an egg! ”

"Ngawang, be quiet, this is the meaning of the above, let's just do it."

Yang Gongwang's constant complaints attracted the attention of the squad leader, who came over and whispered comfortingly:

"You probably don't know our temper yet, hehe... When the time comes, these little devils are afraid that they will be more uncomfortable alive than dead. ”

The squad leader looked at these little devils with a smile, and I have to say... The military quality of the Japanese is really good, the marching formation is very neat, and they maintain good discipline even if they are captured.

In last night's battle, more than 4,000 Japanese troops of the 72nd Brigade were basically annihilated, and more than 650 prisoners were captured on the two battlefields, most of whom were wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, and less than 200 were capable of action.

For those wounded soldiers who can't take care of themselves, Long Wenwen doesn't plan to get used to it, who is happy to use precious medicine to save these turtle grandchildren,

At the temporary pontoon bridge of the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank, their heads drooping and their faces defeated, and there was still the look of the past.

Private Yang Gongwang held a rattan in his hand, as long as he saw which Japanese soldier was slow, he would go up twice without saying a word, and he scolded and scolded while slapping his mouth, if it wasn't for the company commander saying that he would send these deflated calves to the back, he would want to kill a few in public to vent his anger.

"Ngawang, let them move faster, as if they hadn't eaten."

"Got it, company commander."

Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head and rolled up his sleeves, and roared viciously: "Gaha! Hurry up for Lao Tzu! A bunch of deflated calves, and then ink Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Syllable! Syllable!

The rattan was pumped the back of a little devil, and the huge force directly knocked it to the ground, and before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward to make up for a few more kicks, until the Japanese soldier hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Looking at this tall man who seemed to be like a giant at one meter and eight meters, the other Japanese soldiers lowered their heads in fear, not daring to resist in the slightest.

Yang Gongwang snorted coldly, obviously he was not angry enough, he originally belonged to the 49th Army of the Northeast Army, and after the 918 Incident, the troops were broken up and reorganized, just like a lost dragon, he traveled many places and finally came to Yunnan, and a few days ago he entered the Third Regiment of the Honorary Third Division as a supplementary source of soldiers.

Like most people in the Northeast, Yang Gongwang also misses his hometown and has an incomparable hatred for the little devils, but the successive defeats in the past have made them almost numb to lose, and the continuous departure of his family and comrades-in-arms is even more devastating.

Since he arrived at the Third Division, he realized that the battle could still be fought like this, and that those hated Japanese could one day become his own prisoners, which was unimaginable before.

"Humph! These eight calves should go to hell and catch an egg! ”

"Ngawang, be quiet, this is the meaning of the above, let's just do it. ”

Yang Gongwang's constant complaints attracted the attention of the squad leader, who came over and whispered comfortingly:

"You probably don't know our temper yet, hehe... When the time comes, these little devils are afraid that they will be more uncomfortable alive than dead. ”

The squad leader looked at these little devils with a smile, and I have to say... The military quality of the Japanese is really good, the marching formation is very neat, and they maintain good discipline even if they are captured.

In last night's battle, more than 4,000 Japanese troops of the 72nd Brigade were basically annihilated, and more than 650 prisoners were captured on the two battlefields, most of whom were wounded soldiers who had lost their combat effectiveness, and less than 200 were capable of action.

For those wounded soldiers who can't take care of themselves, Long Wenwen doesn't plan to get used to it, who is happy to use precious medicine to save these turtle grandchildren,

At the temporary pontoon bridge of the Nandu River, a group of Japanese soldiers with their wrists tied were being escorted to the west bank, their heads drooping and their faces defeated, and there was still the look of the past.

Private Yang Gongwang held a rattan in his hand, as long as he saw which Japanese soldier was slow, he would go up twice without saying a word, and he scolded and scolded while slapping his mouth, if it wasn't for the company commander saying that he would send these deflated calves to the back, he would want to kill a few in public to vent his anger.

"Ngawang, let them move faster, as if they hadn't eaten."

"Got it, company commander."

Yang Gongwang agreed, turned his head and rolled up his sleeves, and roared viciously: "Gaha! Hurry up for Lao Tzu! A bunch of deflated calves, and then ink Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

Syllable! Syllable!

The rattan was pumped the back of a little devil, and the huge force directly knocked it to the ground, and before the latter could stand up, Yang Gongwang stepped forward to make up for a few more kicks, until the Japanese soldier hugged his head and begged for mercy.

Looking at this one-meter-eight seems to be like a giant