infinite dominance

Chapter 103 The Disaster of the Japanese Army

It was already the third day of the battle, and Wang Feng didn't show any superpowers, just like an ordinary soldier fighting on the front line, watching the faces around him constantly changing, familiar, unfamiliar, old , immature, have been sad, regretted, and even confused.But every time the Japanese army rushed up, he rushed up with more soldiers, shooting, hacking, and fighting, like a robot with an alarm clock.

During these three days, although Wang Feng didn't know many people, almost everyone remembered this generous commissioner.A steady stream of good cigarettes and wines, gadgets that can sing by themselves, good stories to kill time, and those chocolates and toffees that have never been eaten before. If it is not on the battlefield, I really want to meet the Japanese women he said. Listen What kind of actress is it called? I really want to come to two to have a good time.

These are ordinary people, but they are so extraordinary on the battlefield.The kid who was sleeping and snoring didn't look like he was an adult, but in fact he was a ruthless man with six devils' lives in his hands.There was also that old ghost who was always pestering himself to eat and drink, squatting at the sniper spot, shooting and killing more than a dozen Japanese officers without blinking, and that seemingly disabled machine gunner, The next day, the Japanese army's charge was repulsed by the machine gunners led by him... Everyone here is a legend, but they are so ordinary in normal times, and the bloody battle just now seems to be invisible on their simple and honest faces.

Here, they are not soldiers who defend their homes and the country, let alone heroes with great aspirations, but ordinary people who simply want to live a little longer.There are also people who have mental breakdowns, crying loudly, and mental disorders. What is waiting for him is not hospital treatment, but a cold bullet that costs less than a few cents, and it is shot by his closest comrade-in-arms. He said, there was no wave in his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, if, I mean, if I can live, can't you take me to Japan to see the actresses there?" A pair of yearning eyes looked at Wang Feng, and the immature face under the age of 16 was full of shyness. "Uncle Shuanzhu always talks about how wonderful women are, but I have never seen them before. I want to see them."

Wang Feng didn't know why, his eyes felt hot, and he felt a strong impulse, he opened his mouth and said with difficulty: "Okay, I will definitely take you to see the actress, I not only let you watch, I also make you feel good."

Suddenly, a shout came, "Get down." The boy rushed to Wang Feng and pushed him to the ground. A strong roar sounded from the surrounding area. The strong air pressure made it impossible for Wang Feng to turn over.The Japanese army frantically dumped the bombs they had stored. The 105mm cannons and mortars roared rapidly. , Either he was killed immediately, or he was buried alive by the whole person.

The shelling that lasted for half an hour was finally over. A squadron of Japanese soldiers rushed forward in a skirmish line, and from time to time shot or stabbed a bayonet at the Sihang warehouse full of dead bodies to finish off the Chinese soldiers who had not died after the shelling. .

"Major, the inspection has been completed. The Sixing Warehouse has been donated, and all the Chinese people have died." A Japanese soldier reported loudly, and cheers erupted immediately.

"Hmph, a small four-row warehouse has caused the imperial army to suffer so much. You soldiers who came from the mainland are becoming more and more unreliable. Forget it, let's report it up." Shao Zuo snorted coldly , waving his hand and said, he was the first group of people to resist the attack of the Kuomintang army, and he was also the last soldier who fought the most fiercely. He was always full of a faint sense of superiority towards these later reinforcements.

"Huh, huh", the stone under his feet suddenly trembled for some reason, and a blood-stained hand stretched out from the soil.The Japanese soldier next to Shao Zuo pulled the bolt of the gun with a click, and Sanba Dagai was about to shoot, but Shao Zuo reached out to stop him.

"Leave this to me, let you see my Shendao Wunian Liu's saber technique." As he spoke, the major untied the pistol at his waist and handed it to his deputy, while he drew out the treasured saber and rubbed it carefully.The surrounding Japanese soldiers who had cleaned up the battlefield were also giggling and gathered around. For them, the Chinese man who was buried in the soil and was not killed by the bombardment was really pitiful.

Wang Feng pushed aside the dirt and rocks on his body, and tightly grasped a palm with his left hand, but the palm was broken at the elbow. He looked around with confused eyes, where is this, why am I here, what is in his ears? Humming, can't hear anything.

"Hey, Chinese people, you have a chance now. If you can beat me, I will pardon your crimes and let you go home. As far as I know, Chinese people are..." The major officer wanted to What to say, but he will never have a chance, his mouth makes a strange "ho ho", and at the end of his consciousness disappearing, he only sees a blood-red eye, tyrannical, destructive, and chilling.

The blade slashed across the throat of the major officer, and the black figure filled with tyrannical aura not only did not dissipate, but became even more intense. His scarlet blood eyes looked at the Japanese soldiers standing around stunned, and he let out a low growl, a line more than ten meters long The bloody sword light flashed, even the smell of gunpowder on the battlefield could not cover up the strong smell of blood.

The Japanese soldiers on the outside didn't know what was going on, so they rushed over one after another. They saw a Chinese man in a strange dress holding a knife sharply, and the corpses of Japanese soldiers who hadn't cooled off were scattered around. Fighting the bayonet, even if you kill the shadow with a [-] rifle at close range, you will accidentally injure your own people.

"Beep beep beep" The telegraph of the Matsumoto Regiment Headquarters was running crazily, and several telegraph operators were waiting by the side. As long as a piece of code came out, it would be translated and sent to the staff. After analysis, it would be sent to Colonel Matsumoto for review.

"Report to Colonel, a weapon of mass destruction suddenly appeared in the Sixing Warehouse, and Fujiwara Squadron has lost contact." A Japanese army staff officer reported loudly, which seemed even more abrupt in the somewhat noisy headquarters.

"What, Sixing Warehouse, hasn't it already been captured?" Matsumoto said doubtfully with a battle report in his hand. More than 300 people in a squadron died.

Angry in his heart, Matsumoto roared loudly: "I don't know what weapons of mass destruction are. I just want the Sixing Warehouse. The army of our headquarters has already arrived in Suzhou. I don't want my superiors to know that there is still a small nail behind us. I hope you don't either!" Let me down." After speaking, Matsumoto waved his hand to indicate that he could read the next one.

The staff officer had no choice but to come out in a cold sweat, and shouted at the telegraph operators: "In the future, this kind of information will be translated clearly before reporting, and ask what is going on over there?"

The telegraph operator hurriedly took over the military newspaper and re-translated it against the code book. There was indeed nothing wrong. The telegraph sent an inquiry, and the radio wave spread in the sky, but it was impossible to receive it on the other side. The entire brigade camp was filled with bright red blood, as if It was like being bombed by countless bombs.

(End of this chapter)