Chapter 3 Morning Star (Five Middle School)

In less than three minutes, a Japanese vanguard team was cut off by the Chinese cavalry that suddenly appeared. The big Chinese officer who led the team felt that he was not satisfied with the killing. He twisted his body on the back of the Huang Feima, stretched out his little finger, pointed hard at the ground, and then gently knocked the stirrups with his feet, leading the cavalry to the length. Even the rifles thrown by the Japanese soldiers were too lazy to dismount and pick up.

"Bastard." "Silly pig, coward." "Don't leave if you have the ability. Stop and stop and fight to the death with the imperial army." The Japanese soldiers in the river were so angry that they cursed by the arrogance of the Chinese officers. However, they both stood there. No one had the courage to take the lead in chasing the other side. Cavalry. Although the number of Chinese troops on the other side was small, they were unscrupulous cavalry. Without heavy fire support, carrying a rifle to chase the cavalry was an absolute act of seeking death. If the other party was chased and turned around and killed, the person chasing the front would not even have a chance to escape.

"Cross the river, cross the river immediately, why are you standing there? Cross the river, cross the river immediately." Seeing that the Japanese soldiers around you were still standing still, the captain Kawada Kunaki urged with a command knife, "Cross over, kill all the Chinese, avenge Lieutenant Tachiha and revenge."

"Kawada Army, the Chinese have left on horseback." I couldn't bear to see Kawada Kunaki being mad at the verge of being so angry that the combatant Shirakawa Shiro pulled him and whispered to remind him.

"If we leave, we will be just a river. Can they still run out of China? Chase me and chase me immediately. Even if I chase it to the horizon, I will not let them go." As an old officer with many years of experience in fighting with the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Forces, Kawada Kunihara Nakasa knew that his soldiers could never catch up with the Chinese cavalry with their legs, but they would let the other party slip away without doing anything. How could he swallow this? The news came back to the Kwantung Army headquarters, and how would his former colleagues use his first battle after entering the grassland as a joke.

"Bullets, in order to quickly cross the river, the soldiers carried not many bullets, especially heavy machine guns and light machine guns. They had almost wiped out all the ammunition they carried with them just now." Shirakawa Shiro pointed to the depressed Japanese soldiers beside him, and pointed to the transport vehicle on the river bank behind him, and continued to whisper.

He felt that he could not bear such a great humiliation when he was slapped by the Chinese. Especially the other party's behavior of slapping him and running away after slapping him, which made the feeling of shame hundreds of times. But now he is fighting on a strange land. Who is the opponent, which aspect, and how big the specific scale is, it is all a disgrace to him. Therefore, no matter how unwilling he is, everyone must swallow this anger first. Never lose his mind because of anger, let the opponent catch a bigger opportunity.

Thinking of this, Shirakawa Shiro stretched his finger to the hills on the other side and continued to whisper, "If we don't carry enough bullets, we will cross the river rashly. If the Chinese have other ambush behind the hills, we can come out on the way to cross the river and block us all in the river."

"If you kill, kill it. Without bullets, the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire can also capture the opposite river beach with their hands and blades." Kawada Kuniha turned around and interrupted viciously, but in the end he did not insist on ordering the Japanese soldiers to cross the river immediately. Instead, he called several of his main officers to his side and changed to a relatively stable strategy. He first transferred all the heavy machine guns back to the river bank, found a suitable position to cover the entire army, and then the first squadron, which had enough ammunition, crossed the river to establish a beachhead position, and the second squadron helped the transport squadron to transport two cars, more than ten carriages and the cargo on the car to the other shore in batches.

After such a struggle, the time to cross the river was greatly extended. It was not until around 4:30 in the afternoon that all the remaining Japanese soldiers arrived safely on the other side of the river without landing. They sent people to attack and search for the short hills where the ambush had been hidden before. Where could they find half a figure? Only a group of already cold horse manure remained, proving that the ambush had been waiting here for a long time.

"Baiga,,." As more and more information was sent, Kawada Kunihara Nakasa was so angry that he ran away again. There was only a small piece of the trampled field near the hills. This shows that the number of ambushers would definitely not exceed one squadron. If the area occupied by the horses was lying down was also taken into consideration, the cavalry that had cut Taro Taro and others into pieces of meat may have only one platoon. The imperial elite armed with half a squadron was swallowed up by a platoon of Chinese cavalry at a price of zero casualties. With such a "glorious" record, not to mention that there was no such thing as the entire Chinese battlefield. From 1931 to now, there would be no second case. In the next few years, I am afraid that no one else could break this record.

Shame, this is no longer a shame for Kan Akira Kawada, but a shame for the entire Kanto Army and even the entire Japanese Empire. You should know that since the full war with the Chinese government, no battle has been done by the soldiers of the Japanese Empire with fewer strikes and more, and they can achieve brilliant victory in the brigade. Who has ever been beaten by less than one-tenth of the Chinese soldiers on their side like now?

No, you must retaliate. You must retaliate against this humiliation as quickly as possible. Otherwise, not only will the soldiers of the Dongmeng dispatched detachment feel that they can't raise their heads when they see the Chinese soldiers in the future, but the Kwantung Army headquarters will not tolerate the generals who have created such a shameful record and will continue to stay in the position of the captain to affect the image and morale of the entire group.

Thinking that he might soon follow the footsteps of the first Blackshishi Village consultant, Kawada Kunaki was shuddered. He was a soldier who graduated from a regular military academy. In any case, he could not accept the fate of Junji Fujita. Instead of being taken back to the Kanto Army headquarters to humiliate him and then sent back to the country to train in the reserve service, it would be better to draw out his sword to maintain his dignity as a samurai.

"Kun Kawada, several search teams sent by the First Squadron have returned, and there are no ambush nearby. Sorry, I just thought the enemy was too scary." I found that Kawada Kunizaki's condition was getting worse and worse, and the combat staff officer Shirakawa Shiro came forward in time to share the pressure for him, "If you continue to march forward, maybe."

"Master Suzuki, your first squadron attacks and advances immediately." While gritting his teeth, he thought about how to find the place, Kawada Kunaki made a loud arrangement, "If you find an enemy, you must bite it firmly and find an opportunity to wipe it out."

"Hiyi." Major Saburo Suzuki, the squadron leader of the first squadron, agreed, but his voice was not very loud. He was sunbathed for noon in the sun and was slapped cleanly by the Chinese cavalry who suddenly appeared. He felt a little unhappy.

The Japanese soldiers in the first squadron, like their direct commanders, felt listless. According to the organization, the small team of Japanese soldiers under Taro Taro's troops also belonged to their squadron. Without even figuring out who the enemy was, they were killed by the Chinese cavalry that suddenly appeared. The rabbit died and the fox was sad. They could not help but feel cringed and sad in their hearts.

"Raise your head up for me. Have you forgotten your oath to His Majesty the Emperor so quickly?" Shirakawa Shiro, another combat staff officer, realized that the overall morale of the First Squadron had dropped sharply, walked up to them quickly and shouted sternly.

"I can't forget it." The Japanese soldiers in the first squadron shivered when asked, stood up straight, and responded with a loud voice.

"Hit up and tell me what you said to His Majesty the Emperor and his family and friends who came to see him off before getting on the boat." Shiro Shirakawa first pricked up his ears and then asked at the top of his voice.

"Hundreds of death, hundreds of deaths, let the corpses go home with honor, and let the guns and cannons in their hands open up a rich land for the Yamato nation." The officers and soldiers of the first squadron, including Saburo Suzuki himself, stood up like an addict who had just sucked up opium, and yelled in unison. The sounds were heard in circles, causing countless echoes in the wilderness.

"Hundreds of death, hundreds of deaths." Other Japanese soldiers, including the lowest-ranking transport soldiers in the team, stood up straight and raised their voices to echo loudly. Each of them had red faces, and the big tendons on their necks jumped up, old high, old high high.

After all, since they were sensible, they were instilled with the spirit of the Bushido sacrifice as the emperor. The Japanese soldiers of the First Squadron quickly forgot the sorrow of their fellow sacrifices. They shouted loudly and stood up to chase the Chinese cavalry in the direction of retreating, watching them walk about two hundred meters. With the assistance of the combat staff Shiro Shirakawa, the captain Kawada Kunaki Nakasa sent the machine gun squadron, the brigade headquarters, the second squadron, and the transport squadron on the road one after another. Then the two jumped into the back row of the cabin of a half-empty military vehicle. While chasing the team, they discussed how to get rid of the embarrassment.

"From the firepower configuration of the ambush, they should come from the Independent Battalion of the Jinsui Army." Knowing what Kawada Kyoto was most worried about at the moment, Shirakawa Shiro analyzed very considerately, "The total number of ambushers is about 500 to 700, and it is likely that the Eighth Route Army guerrillas have fully cooperated."

"Well, I thought so just now, so I accepted your proposal and did not immediately retaliate against the enemy." Kawada Kunaki leaned his head on the back of the seat and rubbed his temples to respond. This was the only "truth" in the telegram that reported to the upwards. Other statements were all exaggerated propaganda by the Chinese government. Those who believe were either blinded by the Chinese government's propaganda organization or had bad intentions.

"Given that the Jinsui Independent Battalion and the Eighth Route Army guerrillas near Heishizhai have always had the habit of joining forces to dispatch, we should temporarily show weakness to the enemy and wait for a better fighter." Shirakawa Shiro thought for a while and continued to persuade him patiently.

"Well, let me think about it again." Kawada Kunaki smiled, without comment, then slowly opened his eyes and poked his head out of the car window.

The marching team outside the window is very neat, with each two combat units being separated by the same distance. From the side, it looks as classic as the illustrations in textbooks.

"This is a strong army in the world, the strong pillar of the Great Japanese Empire, the sword and shield of His Majesty the Emperor. As long as this sword is raised, there will be no one in the world."

"Well, whee, whee." Another series of bean-like gunshots burst out the pride that had just surged in Kawada Kuniha's heart. He turned his head and forgot. He saw that the Chinese cavalry that had killed all the vanguards before appeared in front of the first squadron again. The Chinese soldiers on the horse were instigating the mount to open the distance between them and the first squadron at high speed, while turning their bodies backwards, pulling the trigger, light machine gun, and officially, the box cannon fired continuously, and the imperial soldiers of the first squadron ran away with their heads, (Note 1)
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