Eight hundred and fifteenth chapter trapped in siege
Kameda Squadron and a company of puppet troops failed to break out in the end. They occupied a small forest with a radius of less than one kilometer on the left side of the road and fought stubbornly.
"Surround up! Quick! We can't let a little devil go!"
Wang Huzi, the commander of the first guerrilla battalion, had blood stains and minced meat on his clothes. He had just led his men to kill a Japanese team that had fallen behind.
Not a single one of the more than fifty Japanese soldiers escaped, they were all dealt with, so this was a long time coming.
"One platoon goes to the east to be on guard to prevent the little Japs from counterattacking for reinforcements!"
"Machine gun forward!"
"Bring over the captured Japanese grenade too!"
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A squadron of Japanese soldiers was surrounded, and the guerrilla officers and soldiers were as excited as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
Some dug bunkers, others set up machine guns. More guerrillas rushed over from the rain in the distance. After receiving the order, they rushed to their fighting positions.
The Japanese squadron hiding in the woods was also highly nervous. They looked out through the gaps in the branches and saw countless guerrilla officers and soldiers busy in every direction.
"You guard the west, you go to the east..."
The Japanese squadron leader Kameda was relatively calm. Although he lost a team in a short period of time, he finally found a place to hide.
As long as they persisted in the woods until dark, they could successfully break out under the cover of night. He believed that with their fighting power, the guerrillas would be unable to do anything to them.
Facing the wild wolf-like guerrillas coming up from all sides, they no longer dared to break out while fighting, as that would only consume them continuously.
"Sir, we don't have much ammunition..."
The so-called house leak happened when it rained all night. I thought it would be an easy task to serve as a rearguard and cover the retreat of the main force, but now that I was isolated and helpless, and my ammunition was about to run out, Kameda was in a terrible mood.
"Save the use of ammunition and use the machine guns and grenade launchers at critical times. If you hold on until dark, we will be able to successfully break out!"
Although machine guns are very powerful, they consume bullets very quickly, so they have to save bullets for rifles. The grenades carried by the grenadiers are now less than two per grenade group, and they dare not waste them.
In the past, the Japanese troops fought with abundant ammunition, but now they were short of ammunition. Kameda regretted why he didn't keep more ammunition.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers were still arriving, and they were still preparing for the attack, so they gave the Japanese some time to breathe.
After Kameda arranged defenses in all directions, he had to endure his fatigue and muster his energy to inspect the defense line to see if there were any loopholes.
The Japs had quickly dug foxholes in the woods. They were lying on the ground nervously, their guns pointed at the outside of the woods, and they could even hear the shouts and voices of the guerrillas outside.
"Squadron Captain!"
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind them, the Japanese soldiers turned their heads and saw squadron leader Kameda walking over with several second lieutenants from the squadron headquarters. The Japanese soldiers paid attention and saluted.
Seeing these subordinates whose uniforms were dirty, tattered and covered with mud and water, squadron leader Kameda wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't.
"Closely monitor the movements of the China guerrillas and report any situation immediately." Lieutenant Commander Kameda still maintained his serious expression and ordered.
"Hiyi!"
Although the Japanese soldiers were in dire straits, they were still full of energy, which undoubtedly increased Kameda's confidence in breaking through.
The Japanese soldiers were all well-trained. Although they were chased and beaten all the way by the guerrilla officers and soldiers, they now occupied this forest and quickly stabilized their position. They did not need orders from their superiors and the defense was very solid.
But the puppet soldiers were different. At this moment, they became frightened birds, with panic on their faces. They were responsible for defending the north of the woods.
Captain Kameda has always looked down on these puppet troops, but at this moment, the troops at hand are stretched thin, and the remaining one hundred Japanese have a very difficult time defending three sides, so they have to leave the north to the puppet troops.
"Keep here and get the reward of returning to the ocean!" Facing the puppet army with low morale, Kameda had to find a way to improve morale.
Although the puppet soldiers love money, they also know that they need life flowers. Moreover, it is still a blank check, so Kameda's effect does not improve the morale of the puppet soldiers much.
Squadron Leader Kameda had no other choice. After giving an explanation, he returned to the tent set up by the temporary squadron headquarters in the middle of the woods.
The injured Japanese soldiers were lying around the tent. Some of them were shot and some were injured. They were wailing and wailing at this moment, which made people feel upset.
"Sir, there are too many wounded. We don't have enough medicine and bandages. They are in urgent need of immediate treatment..." The Japanese health soldiers were helpless at this moment and could only report to Kameda.
The wailing of these wounded soldiers greatly affected morale, and it was inconvenient to take them with them when breaking through. Kameda thought for a while and said: "Since there is no medical treatment, then there is no need to treat them."
"Sir, this..." the health soldier was also very embarrassed.
Kameda had a straight face and said seriously: "They are all soldiers of the empire. They should always be prepared to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. This is their supreme honor, and now is the time..."
Soon a second lieutenant from the squadron headquarters announced Kameda's order to the wounded Japanese soldiers to commit suicide in order not to drag down the troops.
These wailing Japanese soldiers had already expected this result. After all, if they were seriously injured in the battle, the possibility of being abandoned was very high. They had also abandoned their companions before. This scene was so familiar, but now it was their turn.
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"Long live the Japanese Empire!"
A Japanese wounded soldier was stunned for a moment, but he didn't have any objections to this. With a pale face, he pulled out the sharp bayonet from the scabbard, pointed it at his own abdomen, and stabbed it in. He soon died of convulsions.
"no, do not want……"
Seeing the companions beside him pulling out their swords to commit suicide one by one, the seriously injured Japanese became frightened and did not want to end their lives just like that, so they struggled to leave.
"Baga! You have completely disgraced the Imperial Army of Japan!"
Seeing these wounded Japanese soldiers who were unwilling to commit suicide, the second lieutenant's face twisted ferociously.
He waved his hand, and the Japanese came forward to hold down the wounded soldiers. Their bayonets mercilessly wiped off their necks, blood spurted out, and all the wounded soldiers were killed.
"Cut off one of their fingers and take it back when you break out!"
The Japanese Second Lieutenant finally gave his instructions. After all, the body could not be taken away. Only the fingers could be taken away and brought to their families after cremation. This is the tradition of the army.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a sound of cracking in the air, and a grenade fell into the woods and exploded. Countless dead leaves and branches were shot out in all directions along with the fire and smoke of the explosion. Loud screams were heard, and someone was injured.
"Get ready to fight! The Chinese guerrillas are about to attack!"
The strange cries of the Japanese officers rang out in the forest, followed by countless bullets flying into the woods, causing the leaves to fall down like a goddess scattering flowers.