Go back in time and be a chaebol

Chapter 194: Blood Debt Repayment with Blood (Additional update for boss Zzz’s ten thousand reward)

How could this be?
  The question of the soul emerged in Major Chang Jing's heart again.

He had confirmed... that the enemy troops were indeed Chinese. They could deceive people with anything, but they could not be deceived by words or appearance. It's just that their firepower is too powerful!

It was so powerful that he thought he was dreaming. After all, even the firepower of the Australian army could not match him. The firepower of these people was so strong that it was a bit abnormal - almost everyone had a machine gun.

Under the heavy rain of bullets, the Japanese troops rushed forward almost stepping on the corpses of their own people, although they did not stop because of machine gun fire and the explosion of grenades and artillery shells. But he couldn't rush forward at all, and just left a pile of corpses in vain.

But even so, they still shouted "Long Live" and launched another attack on the Chinese.

Just when they were trying their best to rush to the Chinese position, suddenly, with a violent explosion, those who were about to rush to the position were swept away by the sickle like wheat in the field.

Before the smoke cleared, screams and cries rang out. The bodies of the dead became a hornet's nest, while the living were struggling in a pool of blood.

This was the closest they got to the position - 20 meters, and then they were wiped out by two heavy directional mines.

Two "Death Scythes" and 30000 steel balls enveloped those small days like raindrops, turning their brave attack into a decisive death.

However, even so, the Japanese soldiers who shouted "Long live" still charged forward as if they were desperate.

"Hit me hard..."

The veteran shouted and asked the communications troops to use the radio to call for artillery fire. Soon, fierce artillery support came over.

The rain of bullets fired by STG44 and MG42 penetrated the Japanese army's body with a "whoosh, whoosh". As the shells fell like raindrops, the ground shook like an earthquake. Big trees fell over, flames rose into the sky, and hot shrapnel roared in the air.

Unable to retreat, Tadao Tsunei could only continue to advance towards the Chinese position, but at this time he had no way to go to the sky or the ground.

Corpse!

Hundreds of corpses almost crowded the entire position. The attacking Japanese soldiers would step on their own corpses every step they took. In front of the enemy's position, the Japanese soldiers who were blown up by directional mines formed a wall of corpses. An insurmountable wall of corpses.

Every attack only made the corpse wall higher and thicker in vain.

Finally, Tadao Tsunei gave up and ordered the troops to retreat backwards, but it was easier to come than to leave.

The soldiers not only warmly welcomed these little devils, but of course also gave them a warm farewell.

With the illumination of flares, the artillery fire directed by the observers continuously pursued the Japanese troops who were trying to escape into the rainforest. The death barrier formed by the shells falling from the sky finally completely shattered Tadao Tsunei's last illusion.

You can't leave without the owner's permission.

As dawn approached, the 455th Brigade that attacked at night had almost been wiped out. Only the last few machine guns were still firing back from time to time. After a round of suppression by 120 mortars, these machine guns were quickly silenced. Come down.

The Third Battalion, which originally guarded the position, immediately sent a company to sweep away the remaining Japanese troops on the battlefield.

The battlefield that appeared before them was no longer a battlefield. Instead, it was a slaughterhouse, with thousands of corpses scattered on this small battlefield. The battlefield was filled with the stench of blown-up internal organs, and black flies lay on the corpses. At that moment, there was a "buzz" sound, and swarms of flies flew up, revealing the minced meat and corpses on the ground. When the soldiers left, the flies swooped on them again, as if they were lying on a pile of shit.

Occasionally, there are some living people among them.

In fact, there is no difference between these living people and dead people. Their intestines were either broken by bullets, or their legs were blown off, and the bloody wounds were covered with flies. However, even so, these Army guys still did not give up. They even held grenades and tried to fight with them. The enemies perished together.

After seeing the enemy approaching, a wounded soldier smashed the grenade fuse on his helmet, held it in his hand, and waited for its explosion while breathing heavily.

"Mommy mommy……"

As he shouted "Boom!", the shock wave of the grenade explosion knocked a soldier to the ground. Seeing this, the veteran shouted.

"Don't use bayonets, reload your guns, and reload your guns when you see them..."

For a time, the battlefield was full of gunshots. Although some remaining enemies tried to resist, the Type 44 rifles were fired. How could they resist the powerful firepower of STG[-]? The so-called resistance only added some casualties, and when they were even more desperate, sometimes they clearly hit the enemy's chest, but the enemy stood still as if nothing happened. Standing up, in their astonished eyes, a shot penetrated their souls.

But there is more despair than resistance. In the rain forest, those wounded soldiers whose limbs were blown off or whose intestines were dragged on the ground are desperate.

"Panasonic, Panasonic! Give me a knife! Give me a knife..."

The soldiers dragging the stumps were begging for their comrades to end their lives, while crying and missing their loved ones.     “Mom, mother...”

"Give me a drink of water, Matsui..."

Someone grabbed Matsui who was lying on the ground and begged Matsui to give him some water. His other arm had been broken and blood was still spurting from the wound.

Who is he?
  The appearance of the bloody face could no longer be clearly seen, and the voice with a changed accent could not be identified.

It must be a guy I know.
  Matsui shook the kettle, which was already empty. The spout was still a little wet, so he touched the spout to the soldier's chapped lips. The soldier smacked his lips, smiled feebly, tilted his head and died.

Matsui, who was in this sea of ​​corpses, looked at the battlefield in front of him - there were almost no living people left!

Almost all the people who are alive are about to die.

Matsui, who looked a little dull, looked into the distance. In the light of the morning sun, he could vaguely see hundreds of black figures walking over. They were Chinese people.

From time to time, they raised their rifles, aimed and fired, as if they were counting the bodies on the ground with bullets.

Such a scene was familiar to him in the past. After all, he had used similar actions to clean up the battlefield. He had stabbed Chinese and British to death with bayonets, but now he was the target of being cleaned up.

Matsui touched the thousand-person seam in his front chest pocket, which his wife gave to him before leaving for the war. Matsui thought of his wife's instructions to him before leaving.

"Don't risk your life!"

It seems that he will definitely not survive this time!
  Matsui, who felt exhausted all over, just leaned against the broken tree stump, his head hanging involuntarily, and his wife with tears on her face always appeared in front of his eyes.

Huimei...she has been waiting for me to go home.

"Taro! You must come back alive, don't lose your life!"

At this moment, Matsui saw two shadows appear in his sight. He wanted to grab the gun and saw a pair of military boots on the gun. The sharp bayonet tip reflected dazzling light in the sun, lest he be afraid of the other party. Matsui, who fired the gun, raised his hands feebly and said in Chinese.

"My...surrender job!"

surrender!

I surrender!

It should be said that he can survive!

Well, the other party didn't fire as expected.

This is how Chinese people are, they are all kind-hearted.

At this time the bayonet was pointed directly at his chest.

"You surrender?"

"Yes, yes, I surrender!"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stabbed his chest with a knife. When the blood flowed out, Matsui heard the conversation between the two people.

"He surrendered, why did you kill him?"

"He's speaking Chinese!"

"What?"

"How can you speak Chinese if you have never been to China? Anyone who can speak Chinese must owe us a blood debt!"

Sometimes, it's just that simple!
  Blood debts must be paid with blood!
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