"Haita, your injury is okay?"

"It's just that the bullet rubbed the thigh, it's OK."

Two Japanese soldiers were patrolling the edge of the team, chatting all over the place, but they didn't notice it. In the depths of the dense forest, countless figures were slowly moving from the low shrubs.

"Oh... I don't know how many people died in battle today. Our 18th Division is really dead in name only."

The Japanese soldier named Hayata sighed heavily. He took out a kettle from his waist and was about to take a few sips when suddenly a black shadow fell in front of him in a parabola from the air.

"Langda?...ah!" When he saw the thing clearly, his hair stood up, and he had no time to scream.

"boom!"

With the explosion sounding in his ears, Hayata's consciousness instantly disappeared, and his companion was blown backwards.

"Enemy attack! Defense!"

The Japanese army was in chaos in an instant, and the noisy team was crowded with people, but no one knew where the enemy came from.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...More and more grenades hit the Japanese team, and countless people were killed and injured by the bomb. Only then did they find that there were countless Chinese soldiers rushing out of the edge of the forest.

A group of soldiers with a rainbow of momentum were as fierce as tigers. They were wearing grass rings on their heads and their faces were blackened by mud. At first glance, they looked like the evil ghost in the mountain and made people shudder.

"Kill!"

"Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Bullets and grenades sang symphony in this forest. The Japanese fought back hard but could not resist a group of soldiers who were like wolves and tigers.

The fires surged into the sky in the forest, and there were endless shouts of killing, but the enemies wearing grass rings surrounded from all directions, as if there was no end to fight more and more, which gradually made the Japanese hearts shake.

"Retreat! Retreat to the back! Baga..."

The Japanese machine gunners behind kept urging their companions to retreat to make room for them to shoot, but the Japanese who were bitten to retreat so easily could evacuate.

The distance between the two sides was too close. Mortars were unable to use force in short-distance jungle wars, and the grenade launchers also lost their former role. Even machine guns could not obtain an effective output environment due to the cover of their own soldiers.

The only useful things are silent grenades and short and light submachine guns, and the ones a group of soldiers are the least lacking in these two things.

In order to be able to marches quickly in the mountains and forests, they abandoned a large amount of heavy firepower, such as 75 mountain cannons, 81, m2, and Lao Ganma, without any items that need a few people to carry.

Although there were no heavy weapons on this trip, the grenades and bullets were sufficient. In order to make up for the lack of firepower, each platoon increased the carrying capacity of Bazukka and flamethrowers. The original heavy machine guns even soldiers became baggage soldiers carrying bullets.

The two sides had a combat distance of less than 30 meters, which was completely a stage where submachine guns and flamethrowers were the only ones. Bullets like pear blossoms hit the face, and the Japanese had nowhere to hide. They were suppressed and could not raise their heads. They had no choice but to leave a corpse outside the defense line.

"What's going on? Where did the Chinese come from?" Shinichi Tanaka was now in tears. He thought it would be safe to get into the mountains and forests for the time being, but he didn't expect that he was exactly what the other party wanted.

"Chief of the division, please retreat quickly. The firepower of these Chinese people is too strong, and the troops in the front are almost unable to hold on!"

There is a blank space in the center of the field. Retreat? Where can I retreat?

Most of the retreating Japanese troops were fleeing to the southwest of the mountains. This side was close to the Yunnan-Burma Highway and could avoid the pursuit of the Chinese armored troops. It was indeed the best route to retreat.

But who would have thought that the dragon Wenwen, who had been cat in the mountains for seven or eight days, was waiting for the rabbit here.

The soldiers of the first group were divided into three groups, occupying the highway along the route to prevent the enemy from continuing to fleeing westward, and then the two battalions of troops penetrated left and right, plunging into the Japanese's heart, disrupting the muddy water again.

The sound of gunfire was everywhere in the forest. The Japanese who were already terrified was even more panicked. They were blocked from the front and chased them, and they became both rats who were angry at the end.

More and more Japanese were beaten to death, and they were no longer able to turn things around with the strangulation of two waves of people.

At this time, the Japanese would either kneel down and surrender, or rush into the deep forest to be savages, or be shot and killed by soldiers surrounded from all directions, and there was no fourth way to go.

They finally tasted the feeling of being chased by people all over the mountains like beating a rabbit.

"Hurry up, don't be like a sissy. The little Japanese won't stop and wait for you. Hurry up!"

Long Weng raised his arms and shouted, leading the team through the woods to continue chasing the Japanese who were running around the mountains and fields.

"Captain, there is a big deal ahead, look!" A soldier raised his arm and shouted loudly.

"Wow, that wave of people is a little different."

Following the direction pointed by the soldiers, Long Weng saw at a glance that a large number of Japanese people were gathering around several officers and running forward desperately. It seemed like they were a big fish.

"Let's get up and kill them, watch out for those Japanese officers, I'm going to survive!"

...

At the same time, Liao Mingyu also led the guard camp to the front line. The camps that originally belonged to the Japanese army were basically cleared. Apart from the various materials that were not too late to take away, only corpses and remains were left.

The armored troops continued to move forward along the highway, with the infantry of the 200th Division following closely, while the engineering regiment had begun to clean the battlefield, and the 2nd and 3rd regiments entered the mountains to pursue the battle in order to expand the results of the battle. This was the first time that the Japanese were crushed as rabbits after fighting for such a long time.

After all, more than 20,000 people in a division can be annihilated. Except for the Japanese who were killed, thousands of fish that escaped the net fled among the mountains.

"Go ahead, hurry up!"

"Damn it, hurry up! I'll kill you again!"

Many soldiers held rifles and shouted at a team of Japanese prisoners with fierce rifles. When they encountered someone who was slow to move, they immediately smashed them with a gun.

If there is any injured person who can't walk, the soldiers will not talk nonsense. They tie it with ropes and throw it aside, allowing their blood to flow away and fend for themselves.

Want a happy life? Dreaming! They are not worthy at all. Even if they use bullets to kill these wounded soldiers, the soldiers think it is a waste.

The Japanese prisoners of war hung their heads listlessly, like a stray dog, and there was no soldier.
Chapter completed!