Anti-Japanese Elite Special Forces

The air in the Northeast wilderness in the morning is very fresh!

There is a faint milky white mist floating in the fields, rippling with the morning breeze, and crystal water droplets condense on the grass blades by the roadside, shining brightly in the newborn sunlight.

An early magpie jumped from the top of one tree to another, combed its black and gray fur with its beak, and chirped excitedly.

The early bird gets the worm, and this magpie seems to respect this saying very much!

Suddenly the magpie raised its head and looked into the distance. It seemed that it had discovered something, and it cooed anxiously twice!

On the horizon in the distance, a cloud of smoke and dust floated up, like a towering pillar, swaying from side to side and rolling towards this side, the cloudy feeling made people feel that the originally clear sky was polluted!

The magpie cooed twice, then spread its wings and flew into the distance, intuitively making it feel that there was an unknown danger accumulated in the smoke.

The time is not long, and the smoke and dust are much closer. Now it can be seen that the smoke and dust are formed by a group of people running on the dirt road in the field. In addition, there are noisy footsteps and shouts!

This team was all dressed in horse-dung yellow military uniforms, with military caps on their heads, steel helmets on their backs, leggings underneath, and sturdy suede shoes on their feet.

From some flags in the team, as well as the red circle marks on the soldiers' caps and helmets, it can be seen that this is a Japanese army.

However, the Japanese army, which used to be so powerful and mighty in the past, is miserable today. Their faces are covered with smoke and dust, and their clothes are covered with mud.

In the middle of the team, surrounded by a Japanese officer wearing the rank of Lieutenant Assistant, several Japanese officers were rushing forward.

"Hurry up, hurry up, speed up, Kazuo Fujino's 16th Regiment is ahead, as long as we join them, we will be safe!" Masaichi Shimamoto held back the severe pain of broken ribs, and kept encouraging his side The morale of soldiers.

In fact, he doesn't know where the 16th Regiment of Chief Fujino Kazuo is now. Maybe he just set off from Liaoyang, or he has already reached the edge of Fengtian City, or... Anyway, what happened in the end, Masaichi Shimamoto himself Not sure either.

But he must encourage the soldiers to go on. Even if there is no hope ahead, the Second Battalion cannot give up. Giving up means the entire army is wiped out.

Up to now, there are only less than 300 people left in the second brigade, and almost one-third of them are wounded. All heavy weapons have been discarded, and now people only have rifles in their hands.

"Even if these soldiers are taken out, I guess they are qualified for court-martial!" Masaichi Shimamoto smiled wryly. He understood that the mistake he made this time was too great, and he directly and indirectly ruined the three infantrymen. brigade.

"Don't think about it, let's take these soldiers out first!" Masaichi Shimamoto thought so, and then urged the team to speed up.

At this time, gunshots were heard about a mile behind their team. Following the gunshots, several Japanese soldiers who ran at the end fell to the ground, apparently being hit.

"The Chinese are catching up!" The soldiers yelled, panicked in their hearts, and some soldiers started to leave the queue and ran forward, no longer obeying the discipline of the army!

When life and death are at stake, the selfishness of human nature is completely exposed!

--boom--!

A Japanese soldier who ran in the front fell to the ground, startled the Japanese soldiers who ran out of the queue, and stayed in place one by one!

I inserted the pistol into the holster on his waist, and Shimamoto took a few breaths, and then shouted, "Baga, you are soldiers, and soldiers should look like soldiers. You would rather die than violate discipline!"

"Hey, captain, we know we're wrong!" After cursing, those Japanese swollen heads cleared up a little, so they bowed to Shimamoto one by one.

"Okay, then I'll give you a chance, or take out the gun and cover the retreat of the large army, and be a hero; or be shot by me, and be a deserter!"

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers chose the first option without even thinking about it. No one wanted to be shot as a deserter. If they died, they would have no face to see the Emperor.

"Captain, I request to lead the third team to stay and stop the enemy!" Momoshiro Momonoshiro, the leader of the third team of the first squadron of the second battalion, stepped forward and asked Masaichi Shimamoto.

Shimamoto was moved in his heart. He knew that Momonoshiro's third team had basically been wiped out by Luo Xiao and the others because of the ferocity of the battle. Now counting the personnel in the team headquarters, there was only one squad left.

"Then please, Momozhi-kun, the Second Battalion will not forget you!" Shimamoto Masaichi bowed deeply to Momoshiro, then untied his command sword with his own hands, and handed it to Momoshiro, "Momoko Your Majesty, this is my saber, I hope he can accompany you to break out of the Chinese encirclement!"

--Hi--!

Momanoshiro took the command saber handed over by Masaichi Shimamoto, and then pulled it out with a swipe. The blade pointed directly at Luo Xiao and the others who were chasing, "Warriors of the Yamato nation, go!"

More than a dozen Japanese soldiers shouted and rushed towards Luo Xiao and the others!

Looking at Momoshiro and the others who were fighting with the Northeast Army who were chasing after them, Shimamoto shouted, "Go!"

The Japanese army ran forward like they were going crazy, with the help of the dying struggle of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers, they temporarily held back Luo Xiao's footsteps.

Hearing the increasingly sparse gunshots and shouts behind him, Shimamoto realized in his heart that Momonoshiro and the others seemed to be finished.

With reverence for Momanoshiro, Shimamoto Masaichi desperately urged his subordinates to run towards Liaoyang. He knew that time was life, and he couldn't stay for a moment if he wanted to escape!

There seemed to be another gunshot behind him, and Shimamoto was full of anger. He didn't expect that people like Luo Xiao had such fast legs and feet, and it took only a short while to catch up again.

"Quick, quick, quick!" Shimamoto Shoichi shouted hoarse, and even temporarily forgot the pain under his ribs.

At this moment, a clear gunshot sounded in the woods ahead, and the bullet accurately hit the head of the Dongyang horse under his crotch, causing him to fall down!

With the sound of gunfire, a series of vigorous figures rushed out of the woods. These people quickly lay down from the canal to the edge of the woods, and the automatic rifles in their hands pointed directly at the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side!

"It's over!" Shimamoto buzzed his head. When he saw those figures wearing camouflage and moving quickly, he knew that he had fallen into the siege of his opponents!

Looking at the stern faces, the black muzzle, and especially the skillful technical and tactical movements, Shimamoto couldn't help clenching his fists, "What should I do, what should I do?"

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