Because the two Chinese commanders were too far away, they only saw the flames soaring into the sky, but they didn't know what was going on.

However, the Japanese army was much closer. At only two hundred meters apart, the flames were so hot and so bright that everything that happened on the battlefield was naturally in sight.

Captain Nao Matsumoto's eyes were burned for the third time before this dawn came.

The first time was a grenade explosion on one's own position. The red light flashed from the explosives was fleeting, but it was already very painful to the pupils.

The second time was a trench stained with blood.

Before giving the order to chase the attacker, the heart-wrenching howling of a soldier a hundred meters away did not attract his attention. He just ordered the communications soldier to shut up the silly.

When the Japanese captain who had finally made his way to the scene arrived, he finally understood why the soldier kneeling in the mud was like a sculpture crying like a fool.

A long distance from the distance, a strong smell of blood rushed into the nose of the Japanese captain.

That comes from the smell of blood.

However, how much blood can it take to convey this smell through such a distant space!

The closer the distance was, the heart of the Japanese captain kept sinking.

The increasingly bloody smell made him mistakenly think that he was running towards a slaughterhouse, not the trenches of the 2nd Infantry Team under his command.

When he stood on the side of the second-class private who was kneeling on the ground and buried his face in the mud and cried like a resentful soul, he looked around with the afterglow of the flares not far away, and the Japanese captain finally knew what had defeated the warriors under his command.

Even if he is just a private.

Even he wanted to kneel down.

The entire trench, which was 30 meters long, was filled with blood and corpses still flowing.

A small infantry squad, except for the second-class privates who were kneeling on the ground, were all lying quietly in the trenches.

Fourteen people, from the sergeant to the second class, pulled down one.

They were visited by the devil in their sleep, and this must be the case.

As you get closer, you can clearly see that most people have a ferocious expression.

The Japanese captain believed that they must be in pain at the moment of death.

But why didn't he resist? Why didn't he even say a sound of unwillingness to the last moment of death? Did the devil pinch their throats?

There is no need to deliberately look at the group of three-person sentries arranged by the 2nd Infantry Team more than 20 meters away. The Japanese captain knew that since the devil had visited this position and massacred the soldiers of a whole infantry team, the three sentries must be finished.

The Japanese captain, who desperately suppressed his inner grief and fear, was marching in the trenches, and his heavier cowhides with red mud.

That was because the blood of fourteen people mixed with mud and water, so that the soil in the trench had become softer.

Without trying to find the people who are still alive, the second lieutenant captain of the 2nd team following him had confirmed that they were all dead.

The causes of death were astonishingly consistent, including the knife wounds and the wounds of the 38th bayonet, all of which were cut into the heart and killed with one knife.

Nao Matsumoto could imagine the tragic situation more than ten minutes ago. The Chinese demon who sneaked into this trench was like the Chinese killing a pig. He covered the mouths of his soldiers with one hand and held the sharp blade seized from his army in the other hand, stabbed into the heart. Then, he let his body struggle and twist, waiting for the heart to lose blood supply, and the soldiers who completely lost their strength could only fall into a coma and then died silently.

One after another, until everyone in this trench died.

Without thinking about the despair of those who passed away at the last moment of their lives, just looking at the extremely fearful eyes of their subordinates around them, the Japanese captain knew that the courage of the imperial warriors was fading greatly.

It's really cruel!

"Devil! He is a devil!" The Japanese recruits who had been kneeling in the mud finally held their faces and cried loudly. "I want to go home!"

The mentality of the recruits completely collapsed.

The furious Japanese captain wanted to pull out his pistol and kill the fragile second-class private, but in the end he gave up.

It is not for the protection of his subordinates, but for Nao Matsumoto, he does not want another number of deaths in the battle report tonight.

There are too many dead people.

But many things are not enough for you to not want. The darkness before dawn is destined to be the nightmare of the poor Captain Matsumoto.

With his lieutenant squadron deputy and the second lieutenant squadron captain, the three of them quickly found three sentries more than thirty meters away.

The two whistle corpses wore steel helmets and leaned against the low wall with their heads hanging down. From a distance, everything seemed normal, but only when you approached, you would find that it was because of the role of the Type 38 rifle.

Xueliang's bayonet was penetrated from the neck and inserted into the back of the head, and their own rifles became a corpse bracket that could stand even if they died.

The strange figure cast on the low wall in the bonfire wind was like a shadow puppet scene that was being staged, making people who saw this scene burst into a cold air.

Of course, it's more humiliation.

Whether it is the tragic scene in the trenches or the weirdness here, it is the war book that deserves to be left behind by the damn Chinese.

"Baga!Baga!" The deputy of the lieutenant squadron pulled out his command knife, took a few big strides, and roared hard and slashed at the low wall wildly.

It seems that it is the Chinese devil.

Nao Matsumoto looked a few meters away with numbness until he was knocked to the ground by the scream of the lieutenant beside him.

Then, the Japanese captain who was stunned by the fall only heard a terrible loud bang.

When he looked up blankly.

The smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.

After a few seconds, the low wall was gone, the "shadow puppet" was gone, and the deputy of the lieutenant squadron who had just been full of momentum under his command was gone.

The power of the two grenades buried under the wall may not be enough to tear the human body into flying pieces, but blowing it up is not a problem at all.

How could a person whose anger is comparable to that of Mount Fuji erupts, pay attention to the slightly scattered smoke under his feet?

Perhaps, the calm Japanese lieutenant heard the sizzling sound of the leads, otherwise, Nao Matsumoto would not have to worry about the casualties of his infantry squadron.

He will be on this list too.

If you don’t want to add any more numbers, you can only 1 again.

Perhaps, the second lieutenant captain of the 2nd squad was not simply sad. Even though his casualties were almost 20 people, the squadron deputy was gone, and he even saved the captain squadron captain. If nothing unexpected happens, this position is probably his.

Especially, when I saw the flames soaring into the sky outside the battlefield a few minutes later.

The casualties of the 3rd Infantry Squad arrived just before his eyes.

It's so joyful and sad!

But this emotion must not be known by his immediate boss who was stunned.

Yes, the Japanese captain, who had worked hard for a long time to accept the fact that he had suffered heavy casualties under his command, looked at the distant battlefield, and finally couldn't control the sadness that had been suppressed.

Two tears flowed down her cheeks unscrupulously through the edge of the telescope placed in front of the captain.
Chapter completed!