Utsunomiya's little face turned pale with fright.
It wasn't because the Chinese on the opposite side started to unscrupulously start firing accurately at them as they began to retreat.
Instead, there were gunshots coming from the left and right wings.
At least six people collapsed as they hunched over and retreated from the battlefield.
That means that the Chinese are counter-encircling him.
Have the Chinese become this cunning? They accumulated a large number of troops across the river from the beginning, but they have been holding back and only sent a sharpshooter to confuse themselves. Only now did they start to counterattack?
If this is the case, then the disappearance of the 30 or so soldiers who circled the flanks would be a sufficient explanation. They were surrounded by a large number of Chinese, and they were all killed in a fierce battle.
The panicked Utsunomiya could only give himself this explanation, but he ignored that there was actually no fierce gunfire coming from the area where the missing team disappeared. Even the Taisho ten-year-old machine gun did not have time to fire a bullet, and it was still fired.
Leave it well in the grass.
"Everyone breaks out!" Utsunomiya, frightened by his own conjecture, gave the most wrong order in his life.
This may be the reason why he has never been a squadron-level officer. If he were a squadron-level officer with strong practical experience, what he should do most at this moment is to find a bunker on the spot and wait for reinforcements.
In this case, even if the main force cannot arrive, it is still possible to kill and injure the Chinese soldiers who are attacking.
The marksmanship of the Japanese infantry is not outstanding. They also have light machine guns and grenade launchers for fire support. Even if the 23 special forces led by Gu Xishui are joined by Shen Laoliu and Ming Xin, it is impossible for them to escape unscathed.
More than 50 Japanese soldiers ate it in one bite.
In fact, even Gu Xishui was mentally prepared to pay the sacrifice of several people.
The battlefield is not a game. There are so many complete victories, and no matter how clever the tactics are, people need to execute them. There is never an easy victory without sacrifice.
It's just that now, the young commander Gu Xishui's heart has become much harder than before since Yao Meier died in the battle. In order to kill more Japanese, he would give up his own life.
Just like now, as the top commander of this group of special forces, he also joins the battle group holding a semi-automatic rifle.
He knew in his heart that he was appointed as the deputy captain of the special squadron by Tang Dao, not because of his high combat effectiveness, but because he had a clear mind and could formulate tactics according to the battlefield situation better than others.
But this does not mean that his brain is not a warrior.
With one more gun, he can kill one more Japanese soldier and give the Japanese army one less chance to kill his subordinates.
Then, he was pleasantly surprised to find that after the battle started, the Japanese troops actually gave up staying on the spot, and instead covered each other and retreated while fighting.
"Order each group to shoot freely. Without orders, they are not allowed to charge at will. If they stop, let them stop. If they run, I will chase them. I will kill them piecemeal." Gu Xishui quickly issued the order.
A soldier following him quickly conveyed the general's order.
An attack battle that originally required at least a quarter of the casualties turned into a chase in the wilderness following Utsunomiya's foolish military order issued in panic.
The special forces led by Gu Xishui were like a group of hyenas scattered in the wilderness, hanging on the herd of antelopes from a distance. When they saw the opportunity, they would bite and drag the prey out of the group and tear them into pieces.
The Japanese army tried their best to escape, but the furthest they could get was 2,000 meters away from the Bi River. That was after they had paid the price of nearly 2 hours with the death of more than a dozen people.
Originally, the marksmanship of the Japanese infantry was not inferior to that of this group of special forces. Each person carried an average of 120 rounds of ammunition and had sufficient ammunition. Their combat effectiveness was by no means inferior.
But first, he was blocked by a Chinese sharpshooter by the river for nearly two hours, unable to move even an inch, and was also besieged by the Chinese. His morale had already fallen to the bottom; secondly, as the grenade launcher was sniped by Chinese special forces,
Kill, there is no firepower in the entire queue that can pose a sufficient threat to the Chinese firepower point, but the Chinese firepower point can shoot unscrupulously.
All infantrymen who dared to stop and engage in desperate exchanges of fire with the Chinese were torn to pieces by the terrifying Chinese firepower.
Yes, not only was the MG34 machine gun in Heizi's hand, with a rate of fire of 1,000 rounds per minute, a nightmare for the Japanese infantry, but the four grenade launchers hanging 400 meters behind the Japanese army's slowly retreating formation also caused the Japanese army to completely lose their fighting spirit.
They now finally know the fact that the reason why their 14th Division was able to advance with victorious battles on the battlefield was not because of how awesome their infantry was, but because they had heavy artillery and machine guns. Without these, they really had nothing.
no.
After the four grenade launchers knocked out the last Japanese light machine gun, their doom finally came.
Heizi's MG34 light machine gun mounted 350 meters away fired more than 200 bullets in a row, suppressing the Japanese army with only more than 30 people in a field after retreating all the way. Gu Xishui led the special forces to gradually approach.
Four grenade launchers fired 12 grenades in a row. After emptying all the grenades, the crawling special forces had reached 40 meters in front of the Japanese defense line.
This is not a position where you can charge, but this is the distance where you can throw long-handled grenades, but it is a little far for the melon-type grenades equipped by the Japanese army.
In order to march quickly, the special forces are actually not willing to carry too much equipment such as hand grenades for attacking fortresses, basically only two per person.
More than 40 grenades were enough for more than 30 Japanese troops spread out in an area of less than 400 square meters.
Looking at the rain of grenades falling from the sky, Utsunomiya closed his eyes in pain.
He knew that his military career was officially over.
To be more precise, life is coming to an end.
But what makes Utsunomiya most unwilling is that his soul may never return to his hometown and will wander in the wasteland of China.
Because, the wing headquarters would not know the news that all members of their search team were killed for at least 10 hours.
Because, since the battle started, his signal corps and the field radio were blown to pieces by Chinese grenades. Presumably, it was the long antenna of the field radio that exposed it, and the Chinese also stared at him for an unknown amount of time.
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Otherwise, the first round of attacks would not have completely cut off the search team's final farewell to the wing headquarters.
And 10 hours is enough for the Chinese people who have fled here to do too many things.
Yes, no matter how cruel they are to the Chinese, the Chinese are not much better to the imperial soldiers either.
Utsunomiya had seen with his own eyes the fate of the three imperial soldiers who were killed by Chinese civilians. Their whole bodies were almost completely smashed with stones by the Chinese. When he thought that he would be mercilessly killed by Chinese soldiers, the corpses would also
Utsunomiya's body couldn't help but tremble as he was beaten into pieces by the angry Chinese who were forced to leave their homes because of the war.
Then, the air wave accompanied by the explosion of the grenade rolled over, and Utsunomiya's eyes went dark.
A chill hit him, and Utsunomiya opened his eyes.
The sky was not as bright as before and was already slightly dark, but this was not a reason for Utsunomiya's pupils to shrink.
In his field of vision, there appeared several people with dead branches and leaves on their bodies and strange lines on their faces.
Am I still alive? Is this Chinese? Without even bothering to wipe the water off his face, Utsunomiya stood up and reached for his waist. The samurai sword that his family had bought with money before boarding the ship from the main island was still around his waist.
hanging.
"Tang Rang!" Utsunomiya pulled out his sharp samurai sword and pointed the tip of the blade at several Chinese people who looked at him teasingly.
Although they didn't speak, the mockery in their eyes was evident.
"Baga!" Utsunomiya roared angrily, which was not only a counterattack against the Chinese, but also to encourage himself.
Of course he knew that the reason why the Chinese allowed him to draw his sword and looked at him mockingly was because he had a sword in his hand, but they had guns in their hands, and they were outnumbered.
But the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army forced him to display it with cold weapons.
"Unknown Captain, I advise you to put down your sword, sit down and have a talk with us, otherwise, you will be humiliated and ugly," a voice came from not far away.
Utsunomiya followed the sound, and it was a young soldier sitting on the field ridge with the same messy paint on his face looking over here.
Utsunomiya's eyes suddenly turned red.
In front of him, there were two imperial colleagues covered in blood. They were struggling desperately, but their heads were severely stepped on by two Chinese soldiers, like two fish that were about to expire.
"Assholes, let them go. They are soldiers. According to international conventions, you cannot abuse prisoners of war!" Utsunomiya roared.
"International convention? Prisoners of war?" The young soldier raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.
He reached out and touched his chin, as if thinking to himself, "I didn't expect that one day, a Japanese would talk to me about international conventions. What should I do if I meet such a shameless person?"
"That's easy! Since you've decided to be shameless, you don't have to risk your life!" Shen Laoliu said angrily as he stepped on the head of the wounded Japanese soldier.
Then, his foot slipped slightly, stepped on the neck of the Japanese infantryman under his feet, and suddenly exerted force.
"Kacha!" The crisp sound of fractures came, and the Japanese infantry grunted, kicking his legs unconsciously on the ground until they finally stretched straight and trembled slightly.
A stench hit my nose, which was the result of collective incontinence of urine and feces.
Perhaps, it was not only the Japanese soldier whose neck bones had been trampled and suffocated to death that the feces and urine burst out, but also the Japanese soldier next to him, who had his head trampled and did not dare to move.
I was shocked, there was already a wet patch and a big lump between my legs.
All I can say is that the Japanese food is really good and they consume a lot of energy.
"Look, Your Excellency, Captain, you are so shameless that you killed your soldiers. Come on, explain to me what international conventions look like and how prisoners of war should be treated. Do you want to build them a house?"
Are we serving delicious food?" The young man's expression did not change due to the sudden strong odor. Instead, he looked at Utsunomiya with a blank expression and said.
Utsunomiya's eyes were about to burst.
He did not expect that the cruelty of the Chinese would be returned so quickly. The cruelty of the Chinese was far beyond his imagination.
"Baga! Yours are dead, all Chinese are dead." Utsunomiya raised his knife crazily and rushed towards the cold young man who was no more than ten meters away.
He knew that his temporary counterattack was meaningless. He was just asking for death.
He should not have rushed more than two or three meters before the Chinese bullets would penetrate his body and strip him of all his strength.
However, this can be considered a death in battle! My parents far away from home should also be able to receive a fairly good pension.
Countless thoughts flashed through Utsunomiya's mind at that moment, but in contrast to these complicated thoughts, the Chinese gunfire never sounded, and his relatively strong body kept running wildly.
However, he didn't have time to think about why the Chinese didn't kill him immediately. He just wanted to kill the young Chinese soldier with a cold face.
It seemed that as long as that person was killed, the blood of him and 94 colleagues would be shed in vain.
Thinking of this, the Japanese Army Captain's eyes were in a trance. Under his leadership, the search team was completely wiped out. It was probably the most painful defeat since the division entered the Chinese battlefield!
The young Chinese soldier looked at the sharp blade only two or three meters away from him, with a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth.
A big sword stretched out from the side. It was not very fast, but it happened to be on the way Utsunomiya was moving forward. If Utsunomiya continued to move forward, he might not wait for his samurai sword to pierce the Chinese man's heart.
He was cut in two by a big sword.
"Hey!" Utsunomiya roared angrily and slashed at the big sword.
It seemed that he wanted to cut off the big sword with a ridge that was much thicker than the samurai sword in his hand. But when the sword was halfway through, his wrist shook slightly and he thrust it out diagonally towards the younger Chinese soldier holding the big sword.
Cracked on the body.
All his previous shows of weakness finally achieved the effect he wanted.
Utsunomiya is not an orthodox samurai, but he was the vice-president of the kendo club in the academy, and his sword skills were among the top three in the entire academy. However, this resume is not well known, but Utsunomiya, who is proud by nature, is
I have never told a few people about my rather glorious resume.
That's because he has always kept in mind the famous saying of his swordsmanship instructor: Everyone has to have his or her own secrets. Maybe at some point, this unknown secret can save his life!
From the moment he had the chance to draw his katana, Utsunomiya was deliberately showing weakness. Even if he tried his best to kill the Chinese officer, he did it deliberately. His real target was actually standing in front of the Chinese officer.
Chinese.
Only in this way can he have a chance to kill someone surrounded by Chinese people. This is definitely the most boastful achievement of an imperial soldier. It can also make the Chinese people feel heartbroken and allow him to honorably be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor without any hesitation.
He will become a prisoner of the Chinese, and he will not leak the imperial military information.
Utsunomiya is very smart. He certainly knows the purpose of the Chinese leaving him, and this is also an opportunity he can take advantage of.
Now, the Chinese will pay the price for despising him, and Utsunomiya is full of ferocity.
Then the next moment, his eyes involuntarily widened in fear. Just when the sharp blade was about to come, the slightly thin young man curled his lips in disdain, remained motionless, and with a slight flick of his wrist, he was already
The sword that was stretched out and determined not to come back suddenly retracted against the common sense of physics, and actually blocked the light of the sword first.
"Ding!" There was a crisp sound that made your teeth sore.
Half of the sword tip flew into the sky, and the katana sword that cost hundreds of yen was broken into two pieces.
The samurai sword is very sharp, but in terms of sturdiness, compared with the big sword in Mingxin's hand that can break through heavy armor, it is not even suitable for carrying shoes. This result is doomed.
Perhaps, even Utsunomiya himself had expected it.
Utsunomiya, who was holding half a samurai sword in his hand, did not remain dazed. He threw the half sword fiercely at the young Chinese soldier he was facing, showing the decisiveness and ruthlessness of the Japanese army captain.
Suddenly, the big sword held in the hands of the young Chinese soldier seemed to have eyes. With a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword knocked the half-cut flying knife into dust.
That kind of ease is like being afraid of dust on your body.
In front of this Chinese man, his proud swordsmanship was like a wooden sword played by a three-year-old child. Utsunomiya stood stunned on the spot.
"Your sword is too bad!" Mingxin shook her head slightly and stabbed out with her sword.
Utsunomiya closed his eyes and waited for death, but what awaited him was a chill.
There was even more laughter all around.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the terrifying sword flying around him, and with the sword light, pieces of his military uniform fell one after another like flying butterflies.
The Chinese actually wanted to strip him naked with a sword.
'Shame!' The Japanese Army Captain's face was as red as blood. He looked at the right moment and aimed his sword sideways. However, the edge of the sword seemed to be attached to his body. No matter how he moved, it only split the uniform, but did not hurt the human body at all.
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This kind of swordsmanship, not to mention despairing the Japanese army captain, even the surrounding special forces could only react with dumbfounded eyes.
Shen Laoliu finally knew why his "Laoliu" partner was able to kill more than 30 Japanese soldiers. It was because his sword was too good to use. From such a distance, he could kill ten or twenty of them.
Also more than enough.
"Kill me! Kill me!" Utsunomiya roared crazily, but to no avail.
The great sword was like the most dexterous hand in the world, stripping off his clothes and the pride of the Imperial Army.
When he was about to become a naked pig in the Chinese winter.
"What do you want to know?" Utsunomiya finally shouted as he saw that his belt had been cut by the sword light and had to reach out to pull his pants.
Gu Xishui, who had been watching Ming Xin's performance, finally smiled.
He knew that the proud shell of this Japanese army captain was finally about to be shattered.
After wasting a long time, we just wanted to get information about the main force of the Japanese army following the Japanese search team!
Tang Dao taught Gu Xishui that the most complete way to destroy a person is not to destroy his body, but to destroy his heart.
Betrayal is shameful, but human nature is the most complex, and there is always something beyond betrayal.
From the initial disagreement with the Japanese army captain's colleague who was brutally executed, to letting him show off his sword, to Mingxin using his excellent swordsmanship to let him know what a "frog in the well" is, to Mingxin using
A sword stripped him naked in a humiliating manner, destroying his stubborn will step by step.
It was almost dark, and the Japanese army's habit was to march during the day. Gu Xishui had enough time and patience to pry open the mouth of this Japanese officer who had a lot of information in his head.
As for whether he can still play tricks, there are still six or seven Japanese prisoners who were blown up and tied up here. He has enough opportunities to prove it, and he also has enough manpower to let this Japanese commander know the price of lying.
It is said that the souls of Japanese people who have their heads cut off cannot return to their hometown!
This chapter has been completed!