All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 294, Sweeping and Sweeping the Enemy

"Da da da……"

There was a sudden gunshot, and the bullet passed through the chest of a devil vanguard.

With two holes in the chest and two holes in the back, the person fell down on the spot.

"There are enemies!"

Another devil, a few steps behind the vanguard, yelled and immediately raised his gun.

But that's all.

Eight or nine automatic firepower suddenly appeared in the woods.

The bullets were fired from the front and the left side, forming a fan shape, enveloping the dozen or so people who were on their way.

Hundreds of bullets were fired in a few seconds.

The devils couldn't even fire a single shot, and with horror and surprise in their eyes, they were all knocked down.

"Stop firing, Doubing, and go see if there are any alive."

A thin figure ran out from the bushes, and skillfully inspected the corpses on the ground. When he encountered a corpse that was still alive, he took out his dagger and slashed at the neck.

After killing a few devils, the cowardly and cowardly Douban has completely adapted to his mentality.

Killing the enemy will not be a little cowardly, like a machine without emotion.

After helping the enemy, Douban replied, "Brother Bula, the fourteen little devils are all dead."

"You bastard, I didn't expect Xiao Dongyang to be so ungrateful."

It's not spicy, and I'm quite disappointed.

In the past, it was too difficult to kill a little devil. It took a few lives to replace a little devil. Otherwise, I would not have the idea of ​​killing one to earn money and killing two to earn one.

The rhythm of killing devils now is completely unexpected, and it is easier than killing chickens.

The two continued to be vigilant, and the rest stepped forward to start raiding the devils. Weapons and ammunition had to be collected, and they would be blown up later, so they could not be left to the enemy.

They look down on the devil's [-]-type cover, and the crooked machine gun is not as easy to use as the [-]-type.

On the contrary, the devil's grenades can be used to make up for their consumption.

"Bah, bah, why does this rice have a sour smell, isn't it bad?"

"Don't eat it if it's broken, or you might get dysentery and kill you."

"Hey, there is a beauty in this photo. I don't know if it is the fiancee or sister of this little devil."

Kang Ya held up a black and white photo, attracting everyone's attention, wanting to see it quickly.

He quickly covered the photo: "Look, it's fine, a dime."

"You dare to charge a dime just by looking at it, fuck you, why didn't the devil beat you to death, a black-hearted profiteer!"

Immediately, several people rushed up to grab it, but Kang Ya couldn't stop it alone, and the plan to make money was over before it even started.

Everyone squeezed their heads together to look at the photos, and even commented.

"Japanese women are so beautiful. This should be a kimono, a traditional Japanese dress."

"If it's the little devil's fiancée, that's bad luck. She's become a widow before she even gets through the door."

"I think this little devil has a bad back. After he dies, such a beautiful daughter-in-law will belong to someone else."

"You might as well sympathize with yourself. You haven't even tasted the taste of a woman. Don't go to hell and still be a virgin."

Everyone couldn't help laughing out loud, ashamed of the young man, wishing they could dig a hole and get in.

In this group of people, except for the half-grown child of Doubing, no matter whether they are married to a daughter-in-law, or have tasted the taste of meat in the skin and meat business.

Leaving him alone will naturally become the object of teasing by the big guys.

Bu Lai already had the style of an officer, patted the man on the shoulder and comforted him:
"It doesn't matter. There are plenty of women who do that business. After the fighting dies down, the big guys chip in to find you a wife."

"Squad leader, there's no need to ask you to pay, just take the little devil off."

He pointed at Kang Ya, and saw that the guy had found a lot of good things while everyone was watching the photos.

Gold rings, silver bracelets, and mechanical watches should have been snatched by the devils, but now they are their trophies.

"That's right." Bu La called out to Kang Ya: "Search carefully, pick up the valuable ones."

"You don't need to say it." Kang Ya is a master who will not let go of a match, and thinks that even broken copper and iron are useful, and the whole thing is collected.

There are many good things on the little devil, and it is impossible to take them all away.

He had no choice but to pick up and throw at the same time, breaking the stick with the bear.

I thought it was in the past, whoever snatched it belonged to it?

It's different from the others, the rules have been changed now, things have to be handed over to the public and then distributed uniformly, if it's not spicy, they don't point out that he is busy, and he will cry when he goes back.

Similar ambushes and sneak attacks took place in various parts of the jungle.

The small group of more than a dozen or twenty Japanese troops who were dispersed disappeared little by little.

In the evening, more than 60 people were collected, and a third of them were injured with ribbons.

Maeda Shaozuo, who escaped from the gunfire and survived the death, was in a bad mood when he received the news.

He pulled out his knife angrily, and chopped the dead branches and leaves on the ground, venting his inner anger.

When we arrived at the airport, there were more than 400 in the detachment.

It was just a tentative attack, and then they didn't even see the enemy. They were severely bombarded by artillery fire, and it is estimated that more than half of the direct casualties were caused.

The enemy's shells seemed to have eyes, chasing and retreating after them.

Which god did he offend, to be so unlucky.

The captain and lieutenant officers of the detachment have all been killed, and only one second lieutenant is far away, carefully watching the chief's vent and dare not approach.

Hacking the knife into the soil, the out of breath Major Maeda slowly calmed down.

Anger doesn't solve any problems, it's his own motto in life.

When replaying the battle during the day, all the arrangements he made can be moved into textbooks, there is absolutely nothing wrong.

But why did it fail and fall into the current situation?

Maeda Shaozuo thought about it carefully, and there was a problem with the information.

They don't know the enemy, the enemy's artillery power, range, and the reason and technology for precise strikes.

If you don't know everything, no wonder you will be chased by the enemy's artillery.

Therefore, if anyone plans to attack the airport before they have figured out the enemy's artillery capabilities, they will definitely suffer.

However, there should be more than these people who escaped, why did more than [-] people gather together?

It's impossible to be a deserter. Being a savage in the dense primeval forest, I'm afraid there are no such stupid guys.

Unless, it was an enemy who was chasing.

"Sir, the people who sent out the search came back, and they found something..."

The second lieutenant saw that Maeda Shao Zuo had calmed down, and reported the situation truthfully.

The stumps and corpses left by the animals, the blown up rifles and ammunition made the major startled.

From these messages, many useful intelligence can be judged.

For example, there are many enemies in the jungle, with considerable combat power, which can easily consume the combat power of one or two squads.

Also, the enemy used submachine guns that could be fired continuously, so they dismissed their [-]-type rifles and destroyed them to prevent them from picking them up.

Therefore, their current strength must not be dispersed.

"Commissioner, have you contacted the Takeuchi United Team?" Maeda Shaozuo urged and asked.

The low-power radio station carried by the detachment, the telecommunication signal was interfered by the dense forest, and the transmission was not very far, so it could not contact the brigade headquarters further back.

So it can only be the Takeuchi United team closest to them.

Maeda Shaozuo must inform them of the situation, lest they rush in and follow in the footsteps of himself and others.

"Sir, they have been exercising before, and they just caught up with the telecommunication signal."

The communications soldier explained why the connection was slow.

"I will dictate, and you write it down." Maeda Shaozuo didn't care at all, he just sent a telegram immediately, telling the rear all the situation he had detected and his guesses and judgments.

Counting the division of troops in the middle, they will surely die in battle. There are nearly 450 people, and less than one-seventh of them are left.

As he spoke, his tone became lower and lower.

After such a disastrous defeat, whatever the ultimate reason, his personal future is coming to an end.

"Sir, is that all?" The communications soldier quickly finished the rough draft on the paper.

Maeda Shaozuo pondered and said: "I decided to lead the team to take the risk of investigating the airport. If there is no more news, it means that we have devoted our allegiance to the empire."

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor, Ichiro Maeda."

After writing it down on the paper, and confirming that there is nothing to add, the communication soldier opened the codebook, encrypted and converted each character, and turned it into a code that can be transmitted through the radio.

This one can be regarded as a farewell telegram.

Major Maeda felt extremely heavy, he lighted a cigarette rarely, and looked up at the sky.

The setting sun cannot be seen by trees, only the colorful clouds dyed red by the setting sun can be seen.

The sun was about to set, which seemed to indicate that his Maeda detachment was going downhill.

"enemy……"

The warning sound only uttered one tone, and then it was cut off.

Just as a warning is completely qualified.

The Japanese soldiers, who were resting, immediately stretched out their guns vigilantly and prepared to fight. They quickly pulled the bolt and pushed the bullets into the chamber.

The sneak attacking enemies did not cover up when they were exposed, gunshots sounded like popping beans, and the bullets swept towards them for free.

Followed by a series of flying grenades.

"Bang~bang~bang~"

Each grenade kicked up dust as high as a person, dozens of metal fragments, and wreaked havoc among the Japanese crowd.

"Don't give the little devil a chance, rush up and end the battle with one wave."

The Japanese soldiers were suppressed lying on the ground unable to raise their heads.

Those who thought trees could stop bullets were killed by steel core bullets with strong penetrating power in minutes.

Occasionally, a few probed to check, and found that the enemy was like a ghost, with colorful faces painted fast forward in the jungle, just like the mandrill in the jungle legend.

The enemy is already quite close, and there is no time to set up a heavy machine gun.

"Sir, we will cover you and retreat quickly!"

"Bastard, how can a soldier of the empire be a deserter? Take up arms and die like a man."

Maeda Shaozuo pulled out the command saber stuck in the ground, Yishu knelt down and waited for an opportunity.

His sword skills have been practiced diligently, presumably he has a chance to fight off a few enemies.

Maeda Shaozuo saw the rushing enemy from the corner of his eye, and he was holding a submachine gun and wearing the uniform of the British army.
It's just that for some unknown reason, a variety of colors are painted on the face, which looks quite weird.

Ten steps, seven steps, five steps.

Maeda, who silently calculated the distance in his heart, shot out like a spring, and the samurai sword pierced the enemy's chest like a spear.

"This blow has only one second to react, so he can't dodge it."

Maeda Shaozuo thought to himself, he seemed to have seen the result of the enemy's wide-eyed surprise.

With a series of crisp and dense sounds, five or six bullets passed through his body, like a giant hammer hitting him, and Maeda fell down in front of his eyes.

……how come?
"Damn, I'm scared to death."

The soldier spat at the dead body on the ground and muttered, "You're really backward, you have guns and bullets, who will fight with you!"

(End of this chapter)