The low-quality wooden-handled grenade did not kill the Japanese soldier of the Skeleton Special Forces, but only seriously injured him, but he was not far from death.
Makino Kanan had a sullen face, looking at his subordinates lying on the ground moaning in pain, his cheeks tightened, his fists clenched, and he was very angry in his heart.
He knew that the Chinese soldier who had been biting them was hiding in a corner of the jungle, watching them, waiting for them to reveal their flaws, and then killing them one by one.
The Skeleton Special Forces who went deep into the mountains of southern Shandong to hunt the Northern Jiangsu Guerrilla Corps now became the prey. Makino Kanan felt humiliated and provoked.
The warrior of the Yamato nation will never tolerate them becoming the prey of applause. He needs to fight back! Find this hidden Chinese soldier, kill the enemy and pay homage to his dead subordinates.
"Kill him!"
Makino Kanan pointed at his dying subordinate lying on the ground and gave an order to another Japanese soldier with a tired face and sunken eyes.
The Japanese soldier thought he had an auditory error due to fatigue, so he froze on the spot and did not react for a while.
"My order is to kill him and help him relieve his pain."
When Commander Makino Kanan's cold voice came again, the Japanese finally came to his senses and realized that he had heard correctly.
"Major, he is our comrade, we can't..."
The Japanese soldier looked at the wounded soldier lying on the ground dying and wanted to explain something.
"You idiot, we can't protect ourselves now, do you still want to bring a wounded soldier to be hunted down?!" Makino Kanan interrupted the Japanese soldier's explanation with an angry roar.
"But......"
"Excuting an order!"
Facing the fierce and murderous gaze of the violent and angry Makino Kanan, although the Japanese soldier was extremely reluctant, he still bowed his head heavily: "Hi!"
The other two remaining Japanese soldiers also couldn't bear it, but they didn't dare to disobey Commander Makino Kanan now, and stayed aside as silently as ice, with numb faces on their faces.
Indeed, as Commander Makino Kanan said, they cannot protect themselves when crossing the river, and if they carry another seriously injured person, they will definitely not be able to escape the pursuit of the Chinese troops, so now they can only cut off their wrists.
The Japanese soldier pulled out the sharp dagger from the scabbard on his waist and slowly walked towards his seriously injured companion lying on the ground moaning in pain.
"Xiao Lin, please let me go, I saved your life..."
Seeing the Japanese soldier walking towards him, the wounded Japanese soldier whose face was distorted in pain, begged in a low voice, his eyes filled with tears.
"Miki-kun, forgive me, you are hurt too badly, let me take care of your pain."
The devil holding the dagger in his hand hesitated for a moment, then his face turned ferocious. The dagger suddenly pierced his companion's body, and a stream of blood flew out. Warm blood splashed all over his face.
"They are all warriors of our Japanese Empire, and the empire will never forget them."
Looking at the wounded Japanese soldiers who had lost their vitality, Makino Kanan said expressionlessly. The three remaining Japanese soldiers were filled with sorrow and did not know whether they would encounter such an ending. Their morale was extremely low.
"Cheer up, you are the brave men of the Yamato nation, let us fight bravely, victory will eventually belong to us!"
Looking at the three subordinates with their heads hanging down, Commander Makino Kanan had no choice but to open his mouth to boost their morale.
But now that ammunition is running out, what they need when they are hungry and hungry is not trivial encouragement, but food and ammunition, and Makino Kanan cannot provide them.
Under the leadership of Makino Kanan, they soon discovered another corpse nearby, that of Sato who came out to look for food.
But this time they didn't dare to get close to their companions who were lying on a thick pile of dead leaves. Who knew if there might be another booby trap.
"Let's go, let's get out of here."
Makino Kanan looked at the corpse lying there quietly in the distance, waved his hand, and led the three Japs into the forest and walked towards the distance.
When the Japs left, Zhang Hai, a sniper from the Flame Special Operations Group wearing a camouflage net, appeared here with a 98k sniper rifle in his hand. He glanced at the dead Japs and followed Makino Kanan and the others in the direction they left.
Go down.
Sniper Zhang Hai has been separated from the brothers of the Lieyan Special Operations Brigade for several days. He is tracking these little devils alone and killing them one by one to avenge his fallen brother Wu Hao.
There are only four little Japs left, and Zhang Hai only has four bullets left in his sniper rifle, so he is very cautious and will not waste bullets unless he is absolutely sure.
The weather in the mountains is strange and changeable. It was sunny just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, dark clouds rolled in, and heavy rain suddenly came.
In just a short time, the rain drenched the forest. The air was filled with abundant water vapor, and the raindrops fell on the skin, making it feel cold.
The rain also washed away the traces left by the Japanese soldiers in the forest, which made the sniper Zhang Hai who was chasing them stop involuntarily while walking.
Although he was once an experienced hunter in the mountains, and later received military training as a sniper in the Flame Special Warfare Brigade, he now found that he had lost track of the little Japanese.
Looking at the foggy mountains around him, Zhang Hai, who was also exhausted, had to brace himself up and walk along the path he came from, looking for clues again.
When Zhang Hai discovered the traces of the Japanese again, it was already noon the next day, the rain had stopped, and the air in the mountains was exceptionally fresh.
While he was standing on the top of a mountain, holding up the scope of a sniper rifle and searching for traces of Japs, the figures of Japs soldiers came into his sight.
Three Japanese soldiers in ragged clothes walked cautiously one behind the other, holding pistols in their hands. They stood very lightly, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.
Zhang Hai had already followed these Japs again, but what surprised Zhang Hai was that only three of the original four Japs were left, and the other one was missing.
Zhang Hai did not dare to be careless at all and did not take action against the three weak Japs. He searched around for traces of another Japs, fearing that he would become a prey.
However, the search continued into the evening, and Zhang Hai still found no trace of the other Japs. He might have fallen into the mountain stream and died, or he might have gotten separated. Finally, he decided to take action against the three Japs.
"boom!"
Seeing that it was getting dark, the three Japanese soldiers were preparing to find a dry place to rest for the night. When they continued to search for a way out of the mountain the next day, the dull sound of gunfire broke the silence in the mountain, and a flock of birds flew up in fright.
"puff!"
A Japanese soldier was shot on the left side of his face, and the bullet spurted out with blood and flesh from the right side of his face, and he fell straight to the ground.