"You little thing, don't bite it with your mouth next time. Isn't it disgusting? Use a knife sharply!"
Platoon leader Qin Shou forced a Jaap saber stained with blood and minced meat into Su Er's arms, and immediately turned his head as if to run away. He was afraid that Su Er would open his mouth and reveal his teeth stained with minced meat and blood.
, he felt sick and panicked.
Qin Shou and the others laid an ambush on the Japanese soldiers. Eight motorcycles rolled over on the ground with their lights on. More than 20 Japanese soldiers had been blown up by grenades and went to see the King of Hell. The brothers of the country and the army were very happy.
As if celebrating the New Year, he stuffed the belongings of the Japanese soldiers into his arms.
A brother from the national army touched the Japs motorcycle with the lights on and praised him: "Platoon leader, what do you think the Japs have in mind to create such a weird thing? Not to mention, it is more powerful than us."
Those cavalry are much more majestic."
While Qin Shou was touching the valuables from the corpse of the Japanese soldier, he said angrily: "Next time, if you crack open the Japanese soldier's head, you'll know what's inside."
The national army brother looked at the ferocious-looking Japanese soldier's head, showed a thoughtful expression, and said nothing.
Qin Shou kicked the corpse of the Japanese soldier over and raised his hand: "Be quick and retreat as soon as possible!" There were Japanese soldiers everywhere in this crisis-ridden city. Although they ambush the Japanese soldiers, he didn't want to
Put yourself in it.
"Platoon leader, what should I do with these Japanese motorcycles?" Someone asked for instructions on what to do with the Japanese motorcycles that were overturned by the bombing. Although they were overturned by the bombing, some of them only suffered minor wear and tear and could still be used after repair.
"Aren't you talking nonsense? I'll destroy it all. Don't leave it to the devils."
These Japanese motorcycles were majestic to ride on. Although Qin Shou was jealous, he couldn't take them away at the moment, and it would be useless if he couldn't bear to part with them. It would still save trouble.
The brothers from the national army began to pick up things and smash them. With a crashing sound, the Japanese motorcycle was smashed beyond recognition. A hole was made in a fuel tank, and the gasoline inside also flowed out.
Qin Shou smelled the smell of gasoline floating in the air, and an idea flashed in his head, and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop! Stop it all!"
"Platoon leader, what's wrong?" A brother was swinging a hammer he found from somewhere and slamming it down. Qin Shou was so startled that he almost took his hand off and raised his head, not knowing why.
Qin Shou pointed to the gasoline flowing out and said, "Pour this gasoline on the street, quickly!"
The brothers in the national army didn't know why, so they started smashing the gas tank and using the helmets of the Japanese soldiers to catch it and splash it on the street. Smelling the smell of gasoline in the air, a ruthless look flashed across Qin Shou's black face, "Little Japs, don't blame me."
You, Mr. Qin, are ruthless, you are doing your own harm!
The streets were doused with gasoline, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gasoline. In the middle of the street lay a row of corpses of Japanese soldiers and motorcycles that were smashed beyond recognition.
There were dense footsteps on the streets in the distance, and a large number of Japanese soldiers wearing steel helmets appeared. Their heavy leather shoes made a loud sound on the street. Soon they arrived at a messy street and saw those who had been attacked because of the attack.
The dead Japanese soldiers made them feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They hurriedly dispersed their vigilance and launched fire reconnaissance on the roofs on both sides, but there was no response.
There was fierce gunfire from the direction of the 18th Regiment Headquarters. The Japanese officers of this team were anxious to rescue them. They asked one detachment to stay behind to collect the bodies, and the others immediately went straight to the direction of the Regiment Headquarters.
A Japanese soldier may have been running too fast, and the gasoline on the street made the street slippery. He fell over, and the torch he was holding also fell to the ground.
Boom! As soon as the torch fell to the ground, the flames jumped up. Seeing the flames, the Japs officer's face changed wildly. Before he came out, the whole street turned into a sea of flames. The flames jumped up and scared Qin Shou who was about to shoot.
Shrinking his head, the hot air wave hit him, and he felt as if his face was about to be cooked.
The dozens of Japanese soldiers who entered the street had turned into burning men. Facing the scorching sea of fire, they ran awkwardly, but there were flames everywhere. They had no way to escape, and they were burning.
He screamed heart-piercingly and fell down, unable to get up again.
Hearing the shrill screams and the horrifying sounds of the little devils, Qin Shou's heart went crazy. He immediately sympathized with these little devils, but then he thought of the villages that had been turned into ruins along the way, with no humans or animals left, and he felt pity in his heart.
Sympathy quickly dissipated without a trace, this is war, no matter what method is used except life and death.
Because the gasoline on the street was lit by the little Japs themselves, only the dozens of Japs who entered early were harmed. The Japs soldiers behind were so frightened that they hurriedly backed away, watching helplessly as the living people were burned to charcoal. They wanted to go
He was rescued, but was forced back by the fire.
Looking at the soldiers rolling and roaring in the fire, the face of Major Shotaro Higashi who followed from behind had his facial muscles twitching under the light of the fire, and his face was filled with anger.
"Baga! Baga!" Damn the Chinese! Bastards! Major Higashi Shotaro, who followed from behind, no longer had the victor's attitude when he massacred the injured soldiers of the Imperial Army at Beita Temple. He saw his own soldiers being burned alive.
After death, he became angry and violent.
The traitor translator's face was red at the moment. He didn't know whether it was because of the fire or because he was frightened. Although the weather was cold, he kept stretching out his sleeves to touch the sweat on his forehead. He was almost burned to death. He was filled with fear. Damn it.
, these national and military forces are so ruthless that they even burn people alive with gasoline.
The air began to be filled with the smell of meat. When Qin Shou saw the Japanese officer roaring angrily and loudly over there, he cursed in his heart that he deserved it!
"Evacuate!" Seeing that there was no chance of fighting anymore, Qin Shou carefully lowered the roof and whispered to the brothers with strange faces to evacuate.
"Sir! Our transport squadron is under attack!" Just as Major Shotaro Azuma roared angrily, a Japanese communications soldier hurriedly caught up from behind and loudly reported.
"What!?" Major Shotaro Higashi's eyes were about to burst into flames at this moment, and he immediately led the people back in a hurry.
All their ammunition baggage is transported by the transportation squadron subordinate to the brigade. Higashi Shotaro knows the importance of the transportation squadron. Once it is lost, it will not only mean that their brigade will lose weapons and ammunition supplies, but also mean that they will starve.
Foster care and ammunition are fatal weaknesses for an army. Losing foster care and ammunition is like a tiger without sharp claws. It will lose its combat effectiveness. Moreover, their target is Nanjing now. At this juncture,
How could such a thing not drive Major Higashi Shotaro crazy?
But when he hurriedly led the team back, the entire transport squadron's cars, mules and horses were already engulfed in a sea of flames, and the soldiers of the transport squadron were hurriedly putting out the fire.
"Ah!" Seeing this scene, Major Shotaro Azuma roared angrily, pulled out his saber and slashed angrily, scaring the traitor translator into hiding away for fear that he would go crazy and chop himself.