My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Chapter 316

"Hayata, are your injuries alright?"

"It's just that the thigh was scratched by a bullet, it's okay."

Two Japanese soldiers were patrolling the edge of the team, chatting casually, but they didn't notice that in the depths of the dense forest not far away, countless figures were slowly moving from the low bushes.

"Hey... I don't know how many people died in the battle today. Our 18th Division really exists in name only."

The Japanese soldier named Hayata sighed heavily, and just took out the water bottle from his pocket to drink a few sips, when suddenly a black shadow fell in front of him in a parabola from the air.

"Langda?...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss.sd.com.h..." When he saw what was coming, he was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he only had time to let out a strange cry.

"boom!"

With the sound of an explosion next to his ears, Hayata's consciousness was instantly wiped out, and the companion beside him was also blown upside down.

"Enemy attack! Defense!"

The Japanese army was in chaos in an instant, and the noisy team was full of people, but everyone didn't know where the enemy came from.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

... More and more grenades fell on the Japanese team, and countless people were killed and injured. Only then did they realize that there were countless Chinese soldiers rushing out from the edge of the forest.

An imposing group of warriors descended down the mountain like fierce tigers. They wore grass rings on their heads and their faces were smeared black and black with mud.

"Kill!"

"Bang bang! bang bang bang!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Bullets and grenades sang a symphony in this forest, but the Japanese tried their best to fight back, but they couldn't resist a group of wolves and tigers at all.

The forest was full of flames, and the shouts of killing could be heard endlessly, but those enemies wearing grass rings surrounded them from all directions, and they fought more and more like there was no end, which gradually shook the little devil's heart.

"Withdraw! Come back quickly! Baga..."

The Japanese machine gunner behind kept urging his companions to retreat to make room for them to shoot, but the little devil who was bitten to death was so easy to withdraw as soon as he said it.

The distance between the two sides is too close. In the short-distance jungle battle, the mortar can't be used at all, and the grenade has lost its previous effect. Even the machine gun can't get an effective output environment because of the occlusion of our own soldiers. .

The only things that are easy to use are silent grenades and short and light submachine guns, and these two things are the most indispensable for a group of soldiers.

In order to be able to march quickly in the mountains and forests, they abandoned a lot of heavy firepower, such as 75 mountain artillery, 81 pressure, M2 old godmother, and things that need several people to carry.

Although I didn’t take any heavy weapons this trip, there are enough grenades and bullets. In order to make up for the lack of firepower, each platoon increased the carrying capacity of bazookas and flamethrowers. The supply of bullets.

The combat distance between the two sides is less than 30 meters. This is the stage where submachine guns and flamethrowers dominate. The rainstorm of pear blossom-like bullets hits the face. The little devil has nowhere to hide and is suppressed. There is nothing to do but leave a corpse outside.

"What's going on? Where did the Chinese people come from!?" Tanaka Shinichi was about to cry now, thinking that he would be safe temporarily by going into the mountains and forests, but he didn't expect it to be in the arms of the other party.

"Regiment commander, retreat quickly, the firepower of these Chinese people is too fierce, and the troops in front are almost unable to hold on!"

There is a blank in the center of the field, withdraw?Where else can I withdraw?

Most of the retreating Japanese troops were fleeing towards the mountains in the southwest. This is the best route to retreat because it is close to the Burma Highway and can avoid the pursuit of the Chinese armored forces.

But who would have thought that Long Wenwen, who had been in the mountains for seven or eight days, was waiting here.

A regiment of soldiers divided into three groups, first occupying the road along the road to prevent the enemy from continuing to flee westward, and then the troops of the two battalions interspersed from left to right, piercing into the heart of the little devil, and disturbing the muddy water again.

The sound of guns and guns was everywhere in the whole mountain forest, and the little devil who was already frightened became even more flustered now.

More and more Japanese were killed, and they were powerless to recover under the strangulation of two waves of troops.

At this time, the little devil would either kneel down and surrender, or flee into the depths of the dense forest to become a savage, or be shot to death by soldiers surrounded from all directions. There was no fourth way to go.

They finally tasted the feeling of being hunted all over the mountains and plains like a rabbit.

"Hurry up, don't be a bitch, little devils won't stop and wait for you, hurry up!"

Long Wenwen raised his arms and shouted, and led the team through the woods to continue chasing the little devils fleeing all over the mountains and plains.

"Head, there's a big deal ahead, look!" a soldier raised his arm and shouted.

"Hey, those people are a little different."

Following the direction pointed by the soldiers, Long Wenwen could see at a glance that there were not a few Japanese, surrounded by a few officers, running forward desperately. It looked like a big fish.

"Go up and kill them, keep an eye on those devil officers for me, I want to live!"

……

At the same time, Liao Mingyu also rushed to the front line with the guard battalion. The camp that originally belonged to the Japanese army was basically wiped out. Except for all kinds of supplies that were too late to take away, there were only corpses all over the ground.

The armored troops continued to move forward along the road, followed closely by the infantry of the 200th Division, while the Engineer Regiment had begun to clean up the battlefield, while the Second and Third Regiments went into the mountains to pursue and expand their victories. This was the first time they had fought such a long battle. Grind the little devil like a rabbit.

After all, more than 2 people in a division can be wiped out without saying that they can be wiped out. Except for those little devils who were killed, there are still thousands of escaped fish fleeing in the mountains.

"Go forward, hurry up!"

"Fucking hurry up! Don't bother me, I'll kill you guys!"

Many soldiers held rifles and yelled viciously at a group of Japanese prisoners, throwing the butt of their rifles at anyone who moved slowly.

If someone was injured and couldn't walk, the soldiers didn't talk nonsense, just tied it with a rope and threw it aside, letting their blood flow to fend for themselves.

Want to have a good time?dream!They didn't deserve it at all. Even if these wounded soldiers were killed with bullets, the soldiers felt it was a waste.

The Japanese prisoner of war drooped his head listlessly, like a bereaved dog, not even half a soldier.

But what is surprising is that these Japanese soldiers have a very high awareness of being prisoners. Although they put down their weapons, they still have strict discipline.

(End of this chapter)