Two Japanese soldiers sat in the cornfield without caring, holding each other's hands and crying.
This bitch...is she so scared?
The mountain eagle, whose nerves were tense all the time, had already taken off the big bow from his back, and still had an arrow in his mouth. He was so shocked by the unscientific scene in front of him that he almost dropped the arrow shaft made by Tuomu, which was as thick as a thumb.
bite off.
The two teams of special forces running towards each other looked at each other in confusion. What's going on? Chasing the wrong person? This is not what a little devil should look like!
Judging from their more than one year of experience with the little Japanese, even if they were begging for mercy, it would be much more scientific than the two so-called elites wearing Japanese military uniforms who are crying now.
Mainly, they don't know what these two people have been through.
Miyamoto Kazuzu really wanted to cry. It was just that he was caught by a wild boar because of his stupidity. Anyway, one leg was broken, and both legs were also broken. The two imperial warriors with broken legs bravely and unyieldingly marched towards China.
People shoot, shoot, and shoot again.
That kind of bravery makes Miyamoto Kazuzu's blood boil just thinking about it.
Of course, the bravery of the imperial warriors cannot just be dissipated in the wind of the mountains of China. It must be passed back to the empire.
Naturally, Miyamoto Kawazu thought of the field radio carried by the companion who fell into the pit and was already stabbed into strings.
Aso, who was dragging a broken leg, crawled over with difficulty to help his captain open the animal trap. The two broken legs endured the pain and the brave and unyielding Japanese samurai struggled to lie down together in a large pit more than ten meters away.
With great difficulty, he used the tools he carried to drag his dead companion out of the pit together with the radio he was carrying.
While Aso was busy turning on the camera, Miyamoto Kazuzu had even thought of his lines.
"After investigation, Liu Lang's independent regiment was stationed in Jiuguan and was undergoing major repairs. The commander of the division was alerted. However, due to the cunning of the Chinese people, the special attack team was ambushed by the enemy and nearly the entire army was destroyed. Major Yuanyi led the pursuit troops westward.
Withdraw, I led a small team to retreat northward and was heavily surrounded by Chinese troops. I also decided to fight with the enemy until I returned to the embrace of Amaterasu. Long live His Majesty the Emperor! Long live the Empire of Japan! Miya, the captain of the 20th Division Special Attack Squadron
Benchuan and the second lieutenant telegraphed."
My blood boiled, especially when I thought of these two slogans, Miyamoto Chuanhe felt that his legs no longer hurt so much.
The radio station started successfully.
The communications department of the 20th Division received a signal from the Special Forces field radio station, and the telegraph operator quickly and frantically asked the Special Forces radio station in a code, asking for a reply.
However, Miyamoto Chuan and the two of them were dumbfounded. They only saw the field radio's upper indicator light flashing continuously, but could not receive any information.
At this critical moment when life could no longer be saved but the image of the heroic and unyielding imperial warriors could still be conveyed back to the division headquarters, the field radio was broken.
It's like a beautiful woman has undressed and laid down in front of you, but you sadly find that you are so desperate that you can only wave your hand and say: This time, I'll let you go...
Tell me, Miyamoto Kazuzu is going to cry?
He was going to die in obscurity, and he might even be stripped naked and hanged to death by the Chinese.
Don't tell me that the Japanese are extremely vicious towards China and are willing to slaughter villages and exterminate villages. In fact, if the Japanese are left alone and fall into the hands of the Chinese, the result will not be much better.
Miyamotogawa and his Japanese compatriots who spent more than two years in the Northeast were stripped naked and frozen into popsicles in snowdrifts.
The Chinese also want to vent their anger on the Japanese all the time.
"Baga, why didn't Minamoto Yoshihiro, you idiot, reply?" Bunzaburo Kawagishi watched the radio station's indicator light flashing desperately, but could not receive a reply from the special attack team. He was so angry that he almost dropped his tea cup.
The Chinese resistance in Jingxing County was extremely tenacious. Half a day had passed, and an infantry regiment had not even taken a step forward. Moreover, they actually had a large number of mortars, and the attacking Imperial Army was at least on that position.
Over 150 Imperial warriors were killed.
If there was no intelligence from the special attack team, he would have to use the veteran soldiers of the Cavalry Regiment to conduct forward reconnaissance according to the alternative plan.
Kawagishi Bunzaburo's brain ached when he thought of how awesome those guys were galloping every time they were dispatched. However, even he, an army lieutenant general, could do nothing about it. Most of the Japanese army were civilians.
Disciples, but only the cavalry still maintains the tradition. Only those with noble blood can learn the cavalry department and become a proud imperial cavalry.
Think about it, there are hundreds of people in a cavalry regiment who are all nobles. How proud must they be? Even the navy who looks at the army with his nostrils turned up is probably not as proud as them.
Bunzaburo Kawagishi dropped the cup, but Kawazu Miyamoto looked at his calf that had almost been pinched alive, thinking that he was as tired as a dog after running for 9 hours but was fooled by a Chinese child.
After entering the cesspit, I was deceived into leaving with several toffees. When I thought about the fact that I was about to be hanged to death by the Chinese and the empire didn't know about it, I was so sad that I couldn't even mention it, and I couldn't help crying silently.
He even forgot to call his comrades who had broken legs to set up a blocking position.
Human tears are contagious.
The other Japanese soldier was emotionally broken. Seeing the squad leader cry like this, he couldn't help feeling sad. He hugged the noble man's thigh and started crying, not even caring about the smelly excrement all over his body.
If you don’t know, you might think that this is the noble chief who has always loved him deeply!
As a result, the Mountain Eagle Team, filled with murderous intent, saw such a bizarre scene.
However, after a brief moment of shock, the mountain eagle's eyes turned cold, he stretched out his hand, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot out an arrow.
However, at a distance of forty meters, the sharp arrow arrived in an instant and penetrated directly into Miyamoto Kawawa's shoulder. The strong force directly brought the Japanese second lieutenant to the ground who was unprepared or had no intention of taking precautions.
Liu Tuanzuo once said that only dead Japs are good Japs. What's more, it's so "weird" that if something goes wrong, he will become a demon. Shan Ying will never give the little Japs who show weakness a chance to play tricks.
"Baga, you Chinese, are you all so despicable?" Miyamoto Chuan pushed away his companion who was trying to help him up, struggled to stand up unsteadily, and pointed at the mountain eagle who was nodding an arrow again and scolded him.
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The mountain eagle did not hesitate, and shot another arrow, shooting Aso, who was trembling with fear beside him, to the ground.
But this time, it was the throat. The sharp arrow shattered the Adam's apple and passed directly through the throat, revealing half a foot of the neck.
The Japanese soldier fell to the ground with a groan, his legs and hands fluttering wildly, and he saw that he was dying.
The Japanese samurai who had lost his fighting spirit was actually less effective than a rooster at this time.
That little devil actually wants to raise a gun? Moreover, even if he wants to survive, one is enough. Two are too many. Shan Ying, who has been fighting the Japanese invaders in the Northeast for a year, has seen too many tragic things.
When it comes to killing little devils, there is never too little and never too much.
And this was also his answer to this Japanese invader.
Miyamoto Chuanhe glanced at his companions struggling for life on the ground with a trace of pity, suddenly raised his head and laughed ferociously: "Haha, what a ruthless Chinese, but you are still late. Did you see over there?
My companion has already gone to kill a little shepherd boy, your Chinese little shepherd boy. He will use a samurai sword to chop off that little head bit by bit, and use his life to pay tribute to the warriors of our Empire of Japan! Ha!
A long arrow hit him between the eyebrows, and it trembled for several seconds. Miyamoto Kawazu's eyes dimmed, and he fell on his back with a ferocious look that had not been resolved.
The last second lieutenant-level officer of the Japanese special attack team who invaded the hinterland of Niangziguan defense zone was killed.
But Shan Ying's face showed no joy. He waved his hand and said, "Advance in search formation, find the remaining Japanese invaders, and kill them. Everyone, be careful where you step."
The mountain eagle's sharp eyes have already seen the big hole in the cornfield. The mountain eagle, who is familiar with life in the mountains, knows that it is used by the mountain people to trap wild boars. Obviously, the two somewhat embarrassed Japanese soldiers suffered this loss.
After a closer inspection, he found the corpses of two Japanese soldiers who fell into a trap and were stabbed to death by sharpened branches, which proved his judgment. This cornfield became a desperate place for several fleeing Japanese soldiers.
Fortunately, Zeng Zeng, the mountain bandit who was the best at tracking, led everyone in the team and moved forward through the cornfield, avoiding possible dangerous locations.
What worries Shan Ying the most at this moment is the little shepherd boy mentioned by the Japanese invader who was shouting before his death. Can he escape the pursuit of a heavily armed Japanese elite?
The mountain eagle was even certain that the little shepherd boy brought them to this cornfield.
Two Japanese soldiers were tricked to death, and two more were tricked into madness.
While Miyamoto Chuan was grinning, Mu Dun'er, who had already walked down the hillside, was driving his two beloved black sheep, running desperately along the bottom of the valley with his two short legs.
He had already seen from a distance a guy in a yellow military uniform sliding down the steep slope.
Obviously, the traps and animal traps in the cornfield did not keep all the Japanese. And the Japanese chasing down the hillside must have been coming for him. Mudun'er even saw the flash of light on the tip of the knife he pulled out.
of cold light.
Mudun'er doesn't want to die, he still wants to watch Xiaohei's goat milk feed his little girl until she becomes fat and white!
If you don't want to die, you can only run, and you can't run to the village.
The Japs had guns. Although Mu Dun'er was young, he knew that if the Japs entered the village, only the aunts and uncles would suffer.
But, how can a child of seven or eight years old outrun a strong adult man? Especially, that strong adult man is still called a ninja, even if he has been exhausted and turned into a dog.
However, more than a minute later, Mudun'er, who had run no more than 300 meters and turned around and could no longer see the cornfield, was overtaken by the Japanese army near a cliff.