As soon as the battle in the western suburbs of Mandalay started, the 215th Regiment of the 33rd Division of the Japanese Army, which was given the heavy responsibility of "through the enemy's depth" by the Japanese Burmese Front Command, realized that the opponent was "extraordinary". In fact, this did not require much sensitivity. In the eyes of the Japanese army, those who spoke the same language as themselves, used the same combat queue but carried the shaky 38 bayonet to kill him. In addition to those shameless "traitors", would there be others?

"Kill and give it to me!" The angry frenzy instantly swallowed the rationality of the Japanese officers and soldiers. At this moment, they had forgotten their mission. They had only one thought to tear the ultimate shame of the moving Yamato nation, which was close to them, tear them into pieces, and press them into meat.

Faced with the rain of bullets pouring towards him, it was said that the veterans' Peace Army soldiers dodged professionally and instinctively against each other under the cover of powerful artillery fire. Although their every move was full of confusion in fighting for some reason, they were still remarkable.

As the Peace Army approached the positions of the 215th Regiment, the battle became more and more intense. Large areas of Peace Army soldiers exposed to the open fields fell under the guns of their former comrades and compatriots. Blood flowed out of their bodies and gathered on the battlefield to form "slime streams" with a strong smell of fishy smell. As for their souls, can they fly back to their hometown through thousands of mountains and rivers, then he is the only one.

Only then did they realize that the large number of deaths of their companions did not urge the Peace Army officers and soldiers to destroy the morale of the Peace Army, but instead aroused the indulgence. These people who knew that they would be executed by the supervision team behind them immediately, and they would defect to the motherland and beheaded to death by their compatriots without hesitation. With this beastly inspiration, they ran and shouted, and moved forward at all costs.

Since the day they joined the Pingjun, they have tortured them all the time a complex and unrelenting emotions formed by contradictory emotions such as shame, self-destruction, gratitude, hatred, hope, despair, longing for their relatives have greatly catalyzed this beastly nature. Looking at the Chinese website all the way, thousands of Peace Army officers and soldiers who were racing against death collectively entered a state of self-hypnosis. This state is not unfamiliar with these former Japanese officers and soldiers. When they were fighting for the "Emperor", they often entered this state of killing land in their eyes. Compared with the past, although there is less "faith", it seems that this does not have much impact on the enthusiasm of Peace Army officers and soldiers.

Seeing that the most worried about the meaning of the battle before the war was cursed by the cruel and bloody battlefield, I actually passed the test "inexplicably". Just behind the attacking troops, Masao Nakamura, who was in charge of the battle, was surprised and happy. He turned around and howled in the strongest voice in his chest, "Change all the reserves! Long live Japan! Kill for Japan's tomorrow!"

Of course. In the current environment where guns and cannons are densely connected, not to mention that Nakamura is a physical body, it can't be spread far even if it is a big radio. Fortunately, the Japanese army is limited by communication conditions. It has always attached great importance to human communication. The Peace Army, which was born from several Japanese first-class field divisions, is also "family learning origin" in this regard.

At that moment, there were commanders distributed behind the attacking troops in turn, transmitting Nakamura's call relay to Hojo, a few hundred meters away.

Hojo is a clever ghost. How could he not know whether the Peace Army will have cohesion in the future and whether it can fight a tough battle. It depends on today's battle. Why don't you know how to use this god-given opportunity delivered by Nakamura?

"Everything is for Japan's tomorrow!" Amid the sound of the mountain, more than 2,000 officers and soldiers of the First Brigade of the Peace Army who were not involved in the battle were wearing "sovereign" faces, wearing bullets. Even this guy with a strong desire to perform was so perverted that he dared not, under the guidance of Hojo, the colorful "foot" (Japanese armor made of two pieces of leather and two pieces of iron) worn on his body during the day, with the ambition to reorganize Japan, with the momentum of "going to the trap", with the beautiful wish of "dying early and throwing to the hug" and storming towards their current enemies with the "ambition of oneself" with the beautiful wish of "dying early and throwing early" and storming them.

Just at this moment, a shrill whistle sounded, and the Japanese army, who could not bear the huge pressure from close range with the "traitor" who had the advantage of the number of people and had good shooting skills, launched a counterattack.

Five minutes after the Japanese army launched a counterattack, the 215th Regiment Army headquarters.

"Don't worry, you have violated the overall deployment of the commander of the Front Army. After this battle, you should prepare to have a caesarean section and apologize! I will personally take care of you!" He rushed from the rear, but was still one step late, and the infantry commander of the 33rd Division, who was like a water tank, was furious, and thrustly, pointing at the nose of the captain of the 215th Regiment, who was actually an abnormal number in the Japanese.

Never looked down upon this boss who was able to climb up to his head and answered, "I'm sorry! General Araki! I think you probably don't have this chance!" He then took a 38-shot shot from the staff officer, and walked towards the crowd not far away, rushing towards the melee field with a loud crowd and shouting and killing sound.

Seeing this, the staff and orderly soldiers in the wing headquarters also picked up weapons they could find and trotted to follow the wing leader.

In a blink of an eye, the huge core bunker that was still crowded just now was only Araki's heavy and turbid breathing. The heavy psychological pressure caused by the strong contrast made several staff members who followed Araki and the guards' heads seeped out beads of sweat the size of rice grains of sweat. They did not dare to disturb their boss, who was angry, but their hearts were so tense that they had to be next to each other.

After a long time, a Nakasa wearing glasses mustered up the courage to come to Araki's ear and whispered: "General?"

"Hold up the phone number to the left-wing 213 Regiment and ask them to send no less than two brigades of troops to reinforce!" Araki said dejectedly.

"The order of the Front Command?" The doubts from his subordinates made Major General Araki, who could no longer suppress the shame and anger in his heart, burst out. He grabbed the thin and thin Zhongzuo, pointed at the bunker and looked at his mouth, and shouted fiercely: "I don't care if the bastard's family died a hundred times, but the 33rd Division only has three infantry regiments? If the entire 215th regiment is destroyed, will you bear this huge responsibility? Or will I bear it!

The major general who usually likes to squint his eyes and smile lewdly, his thunderous sound was amazing. He scared the older Nakazo Lian to stumble out of the bunker without even smearing his spit on his face.

I hope the 213th Regiment can come faster. As long as we can quickly defeat these damn traitors and bring everything back on track, then perhaps, this thing that violates the order can still be covered up! Major General Araki prays for his future in his heart.

At this time, if Araki knew that the self-righteous order he had just given, which was based on the overall situation, would he still be like this? Of course, the answer is no. After all, the responsibility for command errors is to be escorted back to the country and not die! Unfortunately, the battlefield may be the most realistic place in the world. Where can there be space for words such as if and if?!

On the battlefield, even if there is a low night sky as a cover and the extra caution, it is difficult to hide the mobilization of thousands of people from the opponent, let alone the Japanese army is in a hurry. Soon, the patrol cavalry all over the battlefield reported the latest movements of the 213th Regiment to the horse that was lying behind a hill.

Of course, Yoshino would not be staying here alone to watch the scenery. Nearly 200 horse lovers were either wearing cages or taking the opportunity to take a break, and there were several Chinese cavalrymen with no word for peace on their uniforms. What's more, in front of this hill was a small depression, and more than a thousand officers and soldiers from the guard corps led by Nishizojiji, commanded by Yoshino, were lying there densely.

"Your Excellency, do you think this is a trap?" In fact, Yoshino, who is quite a military man, can't tell the truth of it.

His words are not so much about asking for advice, but rather a kind of "respect" to the special envoy of the "master" of the Peace Army.

"Yoshino! Take action as planned!" The Japanese-speaking captain envoy was quite arrogant. Facing Yoshino, who was three or four levels higher than him, he didn't even have a promise to make a social engagement.

"Hayi!" If other Chinese captains were so despised by Yoshino, even if he was a special envoy who could not offend, Colonel Yoshino, who still had some self-esteem, would probably have a rebound in his emotions. However, this person's special identity made him unable to feel rebellious. After respectfully expressing his obedience, Yoshino issued an order to attack with a solemn gesture.

Looking at the large "bayonet" that suddenly emerged from the depression in front, and then looking at the rows of Japanese Peace Army cavalry holding sabers shining with cold light, the former second-class privateer Cheng Jiazuo, the third mixed brigade of the Japanese Taiwan, seemed to be like a different life!
Chapter completed!