Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

"Captain, you're awake!"

Shimamoto opened his eyes slowly, and everything in front of him gradually became clear from blur, and finally saw the familiar faces clearly.

Surrounding him were all the commanders of the Second Battalion of the Independent Garrison. Excluding the few who were killed in battle, all the rest came, and even a few injured squad leaders rushed here on crutches and on stretchers.

Looking blankly at these officers with anxious faces, Masaichi Shimamoto's stalled brain gradually began to resume, and he also recalled some things that happened just now.

The Northeast Army in the brigade headquarters suddenly launched a sneak attack. He rushed out of the command post in a hurry, intending to gather the troops and launch a counterattack against the enemy, but he did not expect that he was attacked by the enemy as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the headquarters. When it was dark, he passed out.

As for what happened later, he didn't know!

Leaning slightly from the stretcher, Masaichi Shimamoto wanted to sit up at first, but as soon as his body moved, a sharp pain came from his ribs, and he couldn't help snorting from that feeling.

"Commander, two of your ribs are broken, and the health guard said you can't do strenuous exercise anymore!" Several officers hurriedly dissuaded him, hoping that he could lie on the stretcher safely and take a good rest.

"Get out of the way!"

Shimamoto scolded angrily, then pushed away the two squadron leaders who wanted to help him, then gritted his teeth and sat up a little bit from the stretcher, then got off the ground and stood by the table.

Although these actions are usually nothing, when he finished, his forehead was already dripping with sweat, as if he had just washed his face.

The surrounding Japanese commanders all stared at the captain, known for his iron blood, with reverence and admiration in his eyes.

"Hurry up and get the towel!" A Japanese officer woke up and shouted outside, asking the orderly to bring in a wet towel.

After taking the towel and gently wiping his head, Shimamoto raised his hands and fastened the loose collar button tightly, then glanced straight at the middle officer in the room.

"Everyone is a soldier of the Great Japanese Empire. You should know that soldiers must serve the public wholeheartedly and die. For the honor of the Great Japanese Empire and the future of the Japanese nation, even if you sacrifice your own life, you must do it!"

His cold voice echoed in the room, no one spoke, and everyone listened attentively to the captain's teachings!

"This time to encircle and suppress the Beida Battalion stationed by the Seventh Brigade of the Northeast Army, all the members of the Second Brigade march forward bravely, fearless of death, and their spirit is very commendable!"

All the Japanese military officers immediately stood at attention, and replied in unison, "Allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor, and fight for the Yamato nation!"

"Okay, this is a soldier with Bushido spirit!" Masaichi Shimamoto nodded in satisfaction, and then waved his hand, "Go out first, I have to think about the next combat deployment!"

All the Japanese officers responded, and then backed out!

After the officers under him withdrew, Masaichi Shimamoto breathed a sigh of relief, and then leaned on the table and sat down on the chair a little bit. It took more than a minute to sit down.

When his buttocks sat on the chair, Shimamoto let out a long breath. When he moved just now, he felt as if countless files were crushing his ribs in his ribs. That feeling made him have the urge to shout out!

But he can't take care of these anymore, because now there are more serious problems waiting for him, that is, where does the second brigade go from here!

The attack started at [-]:[-] p.m., and the second brigade had been fighting for ten hours. It was already [-] a.m. at this time. Although most of the North Camp was captured, the core brigade compound was always in the northeast Under the control of the army, as for those warehouses, the searched Japanese army found that they were already empty, and even if there were some leftovers, they were destroyed and turned into useless waste!

This means that his second brigade, after paying the loss of more than half of the brigade, has nothing to gain except occupying an empty barracks!

The more Shimamoto thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the broken bones under his ribs were throbbing with pain!

What to do, what to do?

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Unlike Masaichi Shimamoto, Luo Xiao is in a good mood now. He sneaked up on the devil, knocked out the devil's artillery squadron, and removed the biggest threat to the brigade headquarters compound. This result made people unable to be unhappy.

If Feng Changyuan and the first special warfare squadron and the second special warfare squadron of the Huya Special Warfare Brigade have already dealt with the two brigades that the Japanese army came to reinforce, then he can't be happy if he wants to!

Cheng Tianlei saw the excitement on Luo Xiao's face, so he asked curiously, "Luo Xiao, what's the fun, tell me, and make me happy too!"

Luo Xiao intentionally made a mysterious expression, and then said, "I won't tell you for now, I guess you will know the result in a while!"

Seeing that Luo Xiao refused to tell him what was going on, Cheng Tianlei couldn't help but muttered and walked aside, "What's so mysterious, don't tell him if you don't say it, you'll know sooner or later!"

Luo Xiao was amused by Cheng Tianlei's angry look!

Suddenly, Jiang Dahai, who was in charge of observation, yelled from the roof of the war room of the brigade headquarters, "Captain, look, the devils seem to be overwhelmed!"

"what!"

After Luo Xiao rushed to the bunker, he grabbed the binoculars on it and looked outside the gate of the brigade headquarters. He saw Japanese soldiers next to each other, densely covering the entire open space outside the gate of the brigade headquarters. Come through the gate!

Hundreds of people charged together, but no one in the crowd could hear a single word, and they all kept their mouths shut and charged forward. The heaviness made people feel extremely oppressed!

Luo Xiao held up the binoculars to look at the crowd for a while, then the binoculars extended towards the back of the crowd, stopped in the Japanese camp for a while, and then put down the binoculars.

Cheng Tianlei rushed to Luo Xiao's side with a machine gun in his hand, and said after lying down, "Luo Xiao, this little devil is really stubborn. The commander is dead and he can launch such a large-scale attack. It really sucks." heart!"

Luo Xiao shook his head and said, "No, although the entire Japanese army launched an attack, the Japanese army camp seems to be packing their bags and some supplies have already been loaded into the car. It seems that they are planning to retreat, so if you guessed right, the devil It's time to slip!"

"Slipped, how could it be?" Cheng Tianlei Wenting shook his head like a rattle, "Now the devils have gained the upper hand and trapped us in such a corner, unless their brains are burnt out retreat!"

"If the devil doesn't retreat, his brain will be burnt out!" Luo Xiao didn't know whether he was praising the devil or ridiculing him, but no matter what he heard, it was not a good thing to say, "Masaichi Shimamoto didn't die at all, he should be able to Guess his current situation, so retreating is his best choice!"

Hearing Luo Xiao say that Masaichi Shimamoto was not dead, Cheng Tianlei grabbed the binoculars of the people around him and looked towards the opposite side, only to see Masaichi Shimamoto sitting on a horse in the Japanese camp opposite, with a straight body, " It's really weird, I obviously shot him, but he didn't die!"

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