Utsunomiya's little face was so scared that it was pale.

It’s not because the Chinese man on the opposite side began to shoot them accurately at the retreating point.

Instead, there was also gunshot from the left and right wings.

At least six people fell down while bent down.

That means that the Chinese are counter-encircling him.

Are the Chinese already so cunning? They had hoarded a large amount of troops across the river at the beginning, but they had been reluctant to send them, and only sent a sharpshooter to confuse themselves. It was not until this time that they began to counterattack?

If this is the case, the disappearance of the 30 or so soldiers who were circling the flanks would be sufficiently explained. They were surrounded by a large number of Chinese people and all died in battle.

Utsumiya was in panic and could only give himself an explanation, but ignored the disappearing squad area. There was no excessively intense gunshots coming from the Taisho machine gun, and even the Taisho machine gun didn't have time to shoot a bullet, and it was still thrown in the grass.

"Break through all!" Utsunomiya, who was frightened by his own guess, gave the most wrong order in his life.

This may be because he has never been a squadron-level chief officer. If he had been replaced by a squadron-level officer with strong practical experience, the most important thing he should do now is to find a bunker on the spot to stand and wait for assistance.

In this case, even if the main force fails to arrive, it can completely kill and injure the Chinese soldiers on the attack.

The Japanese infantry's marksmanship is not a good match. In addition, there are light machine guns and grenade launchers for fire support. Even if the 23 special forces led by Gu Xishui were added with Shen Laoliu and Mingxin, it would not be possible to eat the more than 50 Japanese soldiers in one bite without any damage.

In fact, even Gu Xishui was mentally prepared to pay the price of several people's sacrifices.

The battlefield is not a game, so many complete victories come, and no matter how clever the tactics are, they still require people to execute them. There is never a victory that is easily achieved without sacrifice.

But now, Gu Xishui, the young commander, has a much harder heart since his youngest sister died in battle. In order to kill more Japanese devils, he can give up his own life.

Just like now, as the highest commander of this group of special forces, he also joined the battle group with a semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

He knew in his heart that he was appointed as the deputy captain of the special squadron by Tang Dao. It was not because he had a high combat effectiveness, but because he had a clear mind and could formulate tactics based on the battlefield situation.

But this does not mean that his brain is not a warrior.

One more gun can kill one more Japanese, and the Japanese army can also reduce the chance of killing one's own troops.

Then, he was surprised to find that after the battle began, the Japanese army actually gave up defending the spot, but instead covered each other and retreated while fighting.

"Order all groups to shoot freely. Without orders, you must not charge at will. If he stops, let him stop, but if he runs, he chases me. I will kill them by breaking them." Gu Xishui quickly issued an order.

A soldier who followed him quickly conveyed the order.

An attack battle that originally required at least one-quarter of the casualties, followed the stupid military order issued by Utsunomiya in panic, turned into a wilderness chase battle.

The special forces led by Gu Xishui were like a group of hyenas scattered in the wilderness, hanging from antelope flocks from afar. They seized the opportunity and went up to bite them, dragging the prey out of the group and tearing them to pieces.

The Japanese army tried their best to escape, but they were only 2,000 meters away from the Bir River. That was the price they paid for more than a dozen people to die in battle and took nearly 2 hours.

Originally, the Japanese infantry's shooting skills were not inferior to those of this group of special forces. Each person carried an average of 120 rounds of ammunition, and his combat effectiveness was absolutely undesirable.

But first, he was blocked by a Chinese sharpshooter by the river for nearly two hours and was unable to make any progress. He was also besieged by the Chinese, and his morale had already fallen to the bottom. Second, as the grenade launcher was sniped by Chinese special forces, the entire queue could no longer pose enough firepower to the Chinese fire point, but the Chinese fire point could shoot unscrupulously.

All infantrymen who dared to stop and shoot desperately with the Chinese were torn to pieces by the terrible firepower points of China.

Yes, not only did the MG34 machine gun in Kuroko's hand with a firing rate of 1,000 shots per minute become a nightmare for Japanese infantry, but four grenade launchers 400 meters behind the Japanese army's slowly retreating line, which completely made the Japanese army lose their fighting spirit.

They finally knew the fact that the reason why their 14th Division was able to advance rapidly on the battlefield was not how awesome their infantry were, but that they had heavy artillery and dust equipment. When there was no such thing, they were really nothing.

After knocking off the last light machine gun of the Japanese army, the end of their 4 grenade launchers finally came.

The MG34 light machine gun, which was set up 350 meters away, suppressed the Japanese army, who had retreated all the way with only more than 30 people, in a field, while Gu Xishui and his special forces gradually approached.

Four grenade launchers fired 12 grenades in succession. After all the inventory had been emptied, the special forces crawling forward had approached 40 meters ahead of the Japanese defense line.

This is not a position to charge, but this is the distance where long-handled grenades can be thrown, but for the melon grenades equipped by the Japanese army, it is a little farther.

In order to be able to march quickly, the special forces are actually not willing to carry too many equipment for grenades, such as attacks. They are basically only two per person.

More than 40 grenades are enough for more than 30 Japanese soldiers distributed in an area of ​​only 400 square meters.

Looking at the rain of grenades falling from the air, Utsunomiya closed her eyes in pain.

He knew that his military career was officially over.

To be more precise, life is about to end.

But what made Utsunomiya the most unwilling was that his soul might never return to his hometown and would wander in this wasteland of China.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Because the corps headquarters cannot know the news that all their search teams were killed within at least 10 hours.

Because, since the battle started, his communications soldiers and the field radio station were smashed by the Chinese grenade launcher. It seems that it was the long antenna of the field radio station that exposed it, and the Chinese also stared at him for a long time.

Otherwise, the search team would not have completely cut off the final farewell to the wing headquarters in the first round of attacks.

And 10 hours is enough for the Chinese who escaped here to do too many things.

Yes, don't look at them being cruel to the Chinese, the Chinese are not much better to the Imperial soldiers.

Utsumiya had seen the consequences of the three imperial soldiers who were beaten to death by Chinese civilians with their own eyes. They were almost completely smashed by the Chinese with stones. When they thought that they would be killed mercilessly by the Chinese soldiers, their bodies would be smashed into meat sauce by the angry Chinese who were forced to leave their homes due to war. Utsumiya's body couldn't help but tremble.

Then, as the grenade explosion stormed by the air waves, Utsunomiya's eyes turned dark...

......

A chill came and Utsunomiya opened her eyes.

The sky is not as bright as before and is slightly dark, but this is not the reason why Utsunomiya's pupils shrink slightly.

In his vision, several people appeared with dead branches and leaves on their bodies and strange patterns on their faces.

I am still alive? Is this a Chinese? I didn't bother to wipe the water from my face. Utsunomiya got up and reached out to touch my waist. The samurai sword that the family bought with money before boarding the island was still hanging around her waist.

"Yes!" Xueliang's samurai sword was pulled out by Utsunomiya, and the tip of the blade was aimed at the Chinese people who looked at him with a teasing look on his face.

Although they didn't say anything, the mockery in their eyes was about to emerge.

"Baga!" Utsunomiya roared, not only a counterattack against the Chinese, but also aiding courage for himself.

Of course he knew that the reason why the Chinese let him draw his sword and look at him mockingly was because he had a knife in his hand, but they had guns in their hand, and there were many people and powerful people.

But the pride of the Imperial Japanese Army forced him to use cold weapons to show it.

"Our unknown captain, I advise you to put down your knife, sit down and have a good talk with us, otherwise you will be humiliated and ugly," a voice came not far away.

Utsumiya Junsheng looked at him, a young soldier sitting on the edge of the field with a messy face looking at him.

Utsunomiya's eyes suddenly turned red.

In front of him were two empire colleagues covered in blood. They were struggling desperately, but their heads were trampled by two Chinese soldiers, like two fish about to die.

"Bastard, let them go. They are soldiers. According to international conventions, you cannot abuse prisoners of war!" Utsunomiya roared.

"International Convention? Prisoners of War?" The young soldier raised his eyebrows and smiled.

He reached out and touched his chin, as if he was talking to himself, "I didn't expect that one day, a Japanese would talk to me about international conventions. What should I do when I encounter such a shameless person?"

"That's easy! Since I have decided to be shameless, I don't have to take my life together!" Shen Laoliu, who stepped on the head of a wounded Japanese soldier, said in a muffled voice.

Then, his feet slid slightly, stepped on the neck of the Japanese infantry under his feet, and suddenly exerted force.

"Crack!" A crisp sound of fracture came. The Japanese infantry groaned and kicked his legs unconsciously on the ground until he finally stretched out and trembled slightly.

A stinking smell came to your nose, which was the result of collective incontinence in urination and defecation.

Perhaps, not only was the Japanese army's feces and urine that had been stomped off and suffocated to death, but the one next to him, the Japanese army whose head was trampled and dared not move was scared by this tragic scene, and the legs were already wet and a large lump.

I can only say that the food of Japanese people is really good and they consume a lot of energy.

"Look, Master Captain, you are so shameless that your soldiers will be killed. Come on, explain to me what the international convention looks like and how should you treat prisoners of war? Should you build a house for them to serve delicious food and drink?" The young man did not change his face because of the sudden strong smell, but instead looked at Utsunomiya with a calm face and said.

Utsunomiya's eyes were bloodshot.

He did not expect that, coupled with the cruelty of the Chinese would be returned so soon, the coldness of the Chinese was far beyond his imagination.

"Baga! Yours are dead, all Chinese are dead." Utsunomiya raised his knife frantically and rushed towards the cold young man who was only ten meters away.

He knew that his temporary counterattack was meaningless, he was just seeking death.

It should be less than two or three meters before the Chinese bullets would penetrate into his body and deprive all his power.

However, this is considered a death in battle! Parents who are far away in their hometown should also get a pretty good pension.

At that moment, countless thoughts flashed in Utsunomiya's mind, but in contrast to this complex idea, the Chinese gunshots did not sound, and his relatively strong body was still running wildly.

However, he had no time to think about why the Chinese didn't kill him immediately. Now he just wanted to kill the young Chinese soldier with a cold face.

It seemed that as long as the man was killed, the blood of his and 94 colleagues would not be in vain.

Thinking of this, the Japanese Army Captain's eyes were dazed. Under his leadership, the search team was wiped out. It was probably the most painful defeat since the division entered the Chinese battlefield!

The young Chinese soldier looked at the shiny blade that was only two or three meters away from him, and a thick mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A great sword stretched over from the side, and the speed was not fast, but it was on the way to Utsunomiya. If Utsunomiya continued to move forward, perhaps he would be split into two pieces by the great sword before his samurai stabbed into the heart of the Chinese.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Hi!" Utsunomiya roared and slashed at the great sword with a knife.

It seemed that he wanted to cut the sword spine far thicker than the big sword of the samurai sword in his hand with one knife, but in the middle of the knife, his wrist trembled slightly and slashed out slantedly, slashing towards the younger Chinese soldier holding the big sword.

All his previous weakness finally achieved the effect he wanted.

Utsumiya is not an orthodox samurai, but he is the vice president of the Kendo Club in the school at the non-commissioned officer school. He can also be included in the top three in the entire non-commissioned officer school. This resume is not known. Utsumiya, who is proud by nature, has never told many people about his glorious resume.

That's because he always remembers the famous quote of his sword instructor: Everyone must have their own secrets, and maybe no matter when, this unknown secret can save his life!
To be continued...