Rise From Eight Hundred

Rio Ozawa is now hiding behind a carriage full of food.

He gasps for air to recover his strength while keeping a sneak peek at the surroundings.

Although his eyes are full of despair, he has a glimmer of hope because of his choice just now.

Three minutes ago, the Japanese army captain who found himself with a group of incredibly powerful firepower finally realized that he had made an empiricist mistake. If he continued to insist as before, the heroic image of the Imperial Army would be maintained, but people would be almost dead.

In the end, the Chinese could easily reap the heads of the victors.

When he led his troops back down the hillside and returned to the mountain road, the Chinese gunfire gradually stopped, as if everything he and his subordinates had encountered was just a nightmare.

However, the corpses lying on the mountain road and the groans that had gradually become inaudible from the previous deafening wailing reminded the Japanese army captain that all this was true.

This result was really extremely desperate and frustrating.

Despair, because the loss was beyond the imagination of the Japanese army captain. In less than 20 minutes, only more than 80 cats and kittens were left out of the nearly 300 people he led.

And frustration, because the cessation of gunfire and explosions proved Ozawa Risei's guess that the crazy Chinese did not bring an arsenal, and their ammunition storage was not as much as they showed. If he held on for a while longer, he might be able to hold on until the Chinese bullets were used up.

But he didn't have so many lives to waste, not only him as a commander, but in fact, more than 70% of the losses had already put the soldiers on the verge of psychological collapse. Even if he didn't give orders, the whole army might be defeated, and then they could only let the Chinese slaughter them.

He had done what he could to the best of his ability. Whether it was determination or retreating at the right time, he was definitely an excellent squadron commander.

What's more, this Chinese army that ambushed them was not only well-equipped and well-fired, but also had a strong fighting will and excellent marksmanship. They should be the elite among the elite.

The six grenade launcher teams and 12 grenade launchers under his command were basically killed by cold guns.

It was premeditated and was done by the shooters specially selected by the Chinese. Ozawa Risuo came to this conclusion after seeing a grenade launcher who was only 20 meters away from him being killed.

The grenade launcher was a sergeant with at least five years of military service. He was very experienced and hid behind a big tree with lush branches and leaves. The extremely cautious grenade launcher just lay behind the tree and quietly stretched out his weapon. As soon as his arm was slightly exposed, he was hit by a bullet that seemed to have eyes.

The sudden severe pain made the grenade launcher subconsciously dodge to the side. He just exposed half of his head and was hit by another sudden bullet in the back of his head. The fragile back of his head was like a blooming blood lotus blooming in front of the Japanese captain.

The Chinese used superior firepower to suppress the infantry and focused on attacking threatening firepower points.

When their shooters finished killing the only grenade launchers and light machine gunners who could fight back, it would soon be the turn of the ordinary infantrymen.

This was like a pack of wolves hunting a herd of bison, using intimidation to scare away the strong male bison, and then attacking the female bison and calves, and there would be a cruel feast in the end.

It can be said that all the persistence of Ozawa Risei, who was feeling cold on his back, completely collapsed after he figured this out.

After immediately issuing an order for a full retreat, he threw away his white gloves and the command knife that he had cherished so much, wore a helmet he had picked up, and mixed in with more than 30 defeated soldiers and ran wildly along the foot of the mountain to the road they came from, until they ran to the baggage cart.

Because, on the extremely desperate battlefield, he smelled a breath of life from the fact that the baggage cart had not been attacked too much.

The Chinese wanted to kill their own people, but they also wanted to seize the supplies. Captain Ozawa Risei, who went down the mountain and hid in the gap between the carts on the mountain road, had a glimmer of hope again. Maybe he could still use this tactical concept of the Chinese to find a way out of death and get a glimmer of life.

Of course, the baggage cart at the end of the team was not attacked by terrible firepower. It might also be that they were in a special terrain. The section at the foot of the mountain was not like the front, which was close to the mountain covered with dense jungles. Instead, the mountain was abrupt and there were no mountains. It might also be difficult to hide soldiers and attack it.

But this is not important. What is important is that the baggage cart was not attacked. He now has a chance to breathe and time to think about how to use this opportunity to escape back.

Like his subordinates who fled here, the Japanese Army Captain was always looking at the surrounding environment with a terrified look, looking at where to escape from in a while.

The deep ditch on the other side of the mountain road had basically cut off everyone's hopes. Those who had been squeezed down in panic or driven down by grenades had all become fertilizer for the bushes at the bottom of the ditch. The feces-yellow figures lying on the green vegetation were particularly clear, and not even one of them was moving.

Even if they were lucky enough to only break their arms and legs, the result of losing the ability to move in such a mountainous area was self-evident. The carnivores in the mountains were probably drooling at the strong smell of blood.

As for whether reinforcements will arrive, the most optimistic Japanese army has no such ambition. The sound of gunfire in the river valley on the other side of the mountain has never stopped. The sudden loud noise before was twice as loud as the sound caused by the 105 howitzer.

Is the situation of the colonel and the main force worse than theirs? This may be the only comfort for the remaining Japanese army.

They are probably not the most tragic group of people.

This is human nature. Although it is dark and unbearable to look at, it is real.

Most people in this world can accept strangers who are better and happier than themselves, but they cannot accept their friends who are brilliant and dazzling. The terrible jealousy is like a poisonous snake that bites their hearts all the time.

The big guys were beaten together, which certainly made the Japanese soldiers who hid behind the carts like quails feel less sad, but their lives were still in danger.

They wanted to escape.

Forget waiting for support, what about escaping?

For example, escaping on the way!

Perhaps only fools would do this.

If the Chinese could ambush here, they would not ambush them on the way back. That was almost 100% certain.

The Japanese army captain who kept observing the surrounding situation dared to guarantee with his head that as long as he left the range of the cart, he would be targeted by the Chinese gunmen who were hiding somewhere, and then hunted him on the mountain road where there was basically no cover while he was running wildly, just like he used to hunt rabbits in the wild fields of his native land.

Now, there is only one way to choose, hiding in the gaps between the stone peaks on the side of the mountain road, and then looking for an opportunity to escape into the mountains, and get out of this dangerous battle and survive first.

However, Ozawa Risuke is so good that the only way out seems very tempting, but he can see this way out, there is no reason why the Chinese can't see it, but the Chinese just left them such a way out in this dangerous place.

Maybe, this road that seems to be a way out is more terrible than those dead roads.

At least, here, he can still resist the Chinese for a while because the Chinese hope to seize food and other supplies, but don't go in there and go directly to Amaterasu to drink tea.

Therefore, the always courageous Captain Ozawa Risei has not made a decision yet.

The Chinese on the mountain are like extremely patient wolves, waiting for the prey to change its escape route before showing their fangs.

The battlefield has become strangely quiet...

PS: Today is definitely a good day for Fengyue. The old book has been unblocked and renamed "Bloody Mountains and Rivers". This book is actually a sequel to the old book. Book friends who have not read Fengyue's old book can go and have a look. The website's fine-tuning team has changed some place names and country names, but the plot has not changed much. It is still a story of passionate battles. I hope book friends will like it.