The bonfire glowed orange in the dark valley, and the scarred Japanese remnants of the Skeleton Special Forces also stopped to camp after nightfall.
Compared with the strong soldiers and horses when they first entered the mountain, the number of Japs gathered around the campfire seemed a bit sparse at this moment, and the atmosphere was gloomy.
They no longer had the pride and arrogance they had when they attacked Yang Ling's camp during the day. Instead, they all looked listless with their heads down.
Makino Kanan led more than 80 elite team members into the mountain. After repeated battles, only about 20 people remained at this moment.
Not only were all of these twenty people injured, but there were also several people who were seriously injured. The severe pain caused them to moan in pain from time to time.
The Japs commander Makino Kanan had a sullen face and was in a particularly bad mood. He did not expect to be surrounded by Yang Ling and the others.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and led the team to evacuate in time, they might have been wiped out.
Thinking of his subordinates being shot and killed by the pursuing enemies because of him, Makino Kanan felt extremely angry.
This was already the second time that he suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps. The last time in Gaoyou, he was almost wiped out, but he managed to escape.
I thought I could make a comeback and behead Yang Ling, the commander of the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps, but who knew that stealing the chicken would end up losing the rice? Instead, most of his subordinates were killed.
Looking at these subordinates who had narrowly escaped death, Makino Kanan felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
This time he was completely screwed, and he would definitely be punished after he returned. Thinking of this, Makino Kanan's face was full of unwillingness.
"Major, drink some water."
Seeing Makino Kanan sitting there without eating or drinking, the only remaining Japanese lieutenant brought a water bottle over.
"Sato-san, do you think we have failed?"
Makino Kanan took the kettle, raised his head and poured a sip of water down his throat, and then asked.
The Japanese Lieutenant was also stunned. He didn't expect Makino Kanan to say that, but after hesitating for a while, he still nodded.
"Major, as long as we leave the mountain, we will definitely come back, and victory will eventually belong to us." The Japanese Lieutenant changed the topic and consoled him.
"Do you think we can get out of the mountain smoothly?" Makino Kanan asked.
"This..." the Japanese lieutenant hesitated.
Under normal circumstances, they would have walked out of the mountain smoothly. Unfortunately, they were now followed by a group of pursuers.
Moreover, the pursuers were so powerful that they would never let them get out of the mountain easily. The Japanese Lieutenant was really not sure that they could all get out alive.
"Major, I am willing to lead some people to stay behind to stop the pursuers." After thinking for a while, the Japanese Lieutenant said.
Makino Kanan shook his head and looked at Hei Junjun's mountain: "We all stay."
"Major——"
The Japanese Lieutenant thought that Makino Kanan was having trouble thinking, but was interrupted by Makino Kanan with a wave of his hand.
"The Chinese want to kill us all, let's see if they have the ability!" Makino Kanan's eyes were full of murderous intent: "The warriors of the Yamato nation can't just run for their lives, right?"
The Japanese Lieutenant understood that his commander was not willing to fail, but was going to fight back. He showed faint excitement: "Major, we will not let you down!"
Makino Kanan nodded and ordered: "Let everyone eat something and rest to refresh themselves. This battle has just begun."
"Yes!" After the Japanese Lieutenant saluted, he strode towards the bonfire.
At dawn, the brothers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade, led by Wei Qing, pursued the valley and found the embers of the bonfire on the ground.
Makino Kanan and the others had no intention of hiding it, or it could be said that they were already busy running for their lives and had no time to deal with the ashes.
"They were gone for no more than two hours."
One of the brothers reached out and touched the ashes of the campfire. Still keeping the warmth, he stood up and reported to Li Qing, the leader of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade.
Wei Qing cast his sights on the mountainous mountains with a serious look on his face: "Chase!"
The brothers of the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade quickly chased down the direction in which the Japanese soldiers were fleeing. Although there were dense thorny forests everywhere, they soon discovered the traces of the Japanese soldiers.
"In front!"
At ten minutes at noon, when the brothers stopped to rest and eat solid food to replenish their strength, one of the scout brothers climbed up a big tree and used a telescope to see something happening in the valley in the distance.
"Chase!"
The brothers no longer cared about eating, and headed straight to the valley in the distance under the leadership of Wei Qing.
In the valley, there were injured Japanese soldiers lying in the shade of the trees to rest. Their injured faces looked a little pale and weak.
They did not expect that a battle that must be won would turn into what it is now. They are just praying that they can go back alive smoothly.
"The Chinese are probably not chasing us, right?"
A Japs whose shoulders were wrapped in bleeding gauze stared in the direction behind them, and asked the other injured Japs with lingering fear.
The injured Japanese man held a cigarette in his mouth and said comfortingly: "Major and the others are behind. Even if the Chinese catch up, we don't have to worry."
After daybreak, the Japs Major Makino Kanan and eighteen Japs capable of fighting separated from the wounded soldiers and walked behind.
There were only seven wounded soldiers resting in this valley now. They couldn't walk any more, so they stopped to rest for a while.
"Do you have any more cigarettes? Give me one." The Japanese soldier with injured shoulder said to the smoking Japanese soldier.
The smoking Japanese stood up and took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"boom!"
"puff!"
The bullet penetrated the head of the man who stood up, and a stream of smelly blood spurted onto the face of the man who was lying on the ground. He stretched out his hand and touched it, seeing the sticky blood on his hand, and immediately moved to the side in panic.
He jumped into the shallow pit and said, "You are a Chinese!"
Several injured Japanese soldiers hurriedly grabbed their guns and fired in the direction of the gunshots, but they were already surrounded. The dense bullets came out of the woods and knocked them to the ground one by one.
Soon, from the surrounding woods, dozens of camouflaged brothers from the Flame Special Warfare Brigade gathered around.
The wounded Japanese soldier who was shot in the shoulder was hit by two more bullets, but he did not die. He was crawling on the ground in pain, trying to grab the Bai-type submachine gun next to him.
When he was about to reach his charge, a foot wearing military shoes suddenly stepped on his gun, then turned his toes and kicked him up. The injured Japanese wailed and was kicked to the side.
Two brothers from the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade held down the Japanese man who was struggling on the ground and brought him to Wei Qing.
"Where are the rest of you?" Wei Qing asked, staring at the wounded Japanese soldier with an unruly face.
"You will die, Major will not let you go!"
The wounded Japanese was like a trapped animal, baring his teeth and claws, screaming wildly.
"what did he say?"
Wei Qing turned to look at the brother in the Lieyan Special Warfare Brigade whose Japanese was second only to Wang Dongming and asked.