Chapter 5: The Little Child (16th Middle School)

The hat was a bit big. As soon as the words were finished, two main machine gun shooters who had just been hit by a flying foot immediately opened their throats and shouted injustice, "President Shirakawa, don't misunderstand, we have tried our best, we have tried our best. When we were in the dark, the machine gun fell into the pond. We removed the bullet from the bullet cabin in order to ensure that there was no malfunction. Unexpectedly, the Tuba Route Army retreated as soon as possible, without any warning in advance."

"Yes, yes, it's too dark. We ran for several miles in the dark. We were so tired that we were inevitably distorted. Even if you transferred a full-time sniper to come up and fired in a hurry, you might not be able to hit the enemy." All the more than 20 Japanese soldiers holding 38 guns around us also emphasized with a hurry.

Although the voice was quite loud, they were a little bit confident in their hearts, because when they opened fire to intercept the guerrillas, these guys did have the intention to deal with the errands. It was not out of mutual appreciation for the eighth Route Army, but out of a subconscious instinctive escape from unknown risks. After all, the two sides were only more than 100 meters apart at that time. If the eighth Route Army was forced to make a desperate attempt, it would be better to take the other party's horse hooves with their 20ths, even if there was a light machine gun to help.

One hundred meters, the war horse sprints only six seconds. Each time the bolt is pulled, the 38 rifle can only fire twice in a row. The crooked light machine gun can sweep five to six magazines with ammunition. Under such low light conditions, the Japanese cannot guarantee that they will shoot all the guerrillas. As long as two or three soldiers rushed to their side on horseback, the only thing waiting for them was to stretch their necks and be chopped. This afternoon, the tragic appearance of the Supervisor team being driven by the Turkish Eighth Route Army was still vivid in my mind. No Japanese were willing to repeat the mistakes of their predecessors.

"Is that right? It sounds like there is a little reason for you, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, they can run tonight, but they can't run tonight." Shirakawa Shiro shrugged and refused to comment on everyone's explanation. Although he has always held a staff position, he was born in a general family and was influenced by his father's experience. He was definitely not an outsider in commanding the soldiers. After a little thought, he understood the crux of the night.

The level of these guys under his command was very different from that during normal training. The reason was that they witnessed the bravery of the Tujiao Route Army with their own eyes and secretly felt timid in their hearts. Therefore, they wanted their opponents to run faster, as they would be better. This made Shirakawa Shiro increasingly agree with Kawada Kuniha's previous idea, that is, they must wipe out the group of Tujiao who had just slipped away at any cost. Otherwise, if these twenty or so fires that had been tested on the battlefield were returned and joined with the Red Beard, they would sooner or later become the confidant of the Kwantung Army. If they were not done well, the rule of the Japanese Empire on the entire Dongmeng grassland would be extremely severely threatened.

"Then, should I send a signal to Chief Kawada to tell him that the encirclement operation has been lost and has been lost." The two Japanese squad leader came forward and reminded with salivating faces, "The sooner the Chief Kawada noticed the latest changes in the situation, the sooner he could catch up and meet with us, and then go to chase the guerrillas together."

"Then let it go! The artillery soldiers should have enough blown up." Shiro Shirakawa still showed a calm attitude and agreed with a sneer.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just because I'm lucky and born in a good family?" The two Japanese squad leader complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to delay any delays in his hands and feet. He immediately pulled out the southern turtle box and according to the rules agreed in advance, he called the signal of the failure of the "surrounding action" to the sky.

"Squeak,." "Squeak,." "Squeak,." As soon as the three ghostly fire-like signal flares were lifted up, illuminating the surrounding world awkwardly green.

The sound of shelling in the distance stopped abruptly. He had been bombarding the positions for so long, but he did not see any reaction from the guerrillas in the telescope. Kawada Kunaki also vaguely felt that the situation was a bit out of control. After seeing the signal sent by Shiro Shirakawa and others, he immediately ordered to stop the shelling, and then clicked his hand to retreat from the battlefield to lead the false commander of the crime, and called him to his side with his eyes, "Take your people with you and go up and search for the positions that attack the Tujiao Eighth Route Army. If you dare to retreat without authorization this time, Xiao Jun, don't blame me for not giving you a chance afterwards."

"Hi Yi, Hi Yi!" The night wind on the grassland was very cold, Xiao Zhongtang, the acting commander of the first regiment of the Security Brigade, was so hot that his head was full of sweat. While saluting Kawada Kunizaki, he shouted loudly, "Don't worry, if the mission is not completed this time, I will not need you to deal with it. I will use a gun to blow my head to show you!"

"Just understand the importance." As for the puppet army who are used to swearing as farts, Kōaki Kawada would not believe their promises. He waved his hand and continued, "Go, don't waste time, I will order heavy machine guns to follow you and press the formation for you."

"Hiyi, I will leave immediately." The little lama knew that this time, I was afraid that the target of the heavy machine gun was his back. The cold sweat on his face was drizzling like the spring rain in March. He saluted Kawada Kuniha again and ran to greet his own team. While running, he kept cheering himself up. "It's okay, it's okay. If so many shells were smashed down, the trenches of the Eighth Route Army Route Army would have been blown up long ago. If I could catch someone who was knocked out by the shell from the earth, I might be able to make a great contribution this time. God, you just think that I had been chanting the Buddhist scriptures in the temple for many years. I was so pitiful to me. Let the Eighth Route Army run away quickly. I was really scared of them."

As if he heard his prayers, this time the security brigade approached the position tremblingly, but was not attacked. Except for two guys with very bad luck who accidentally blew the thunder buried on the side of the Tujiao Route Army, hundreds of other numbers rushed into the trenches that were completely invisible.

Following the traffic ditch that was blown into jagged shape by the shells, I continued to touch a long distance. Standing in front of two huge craters living nearby, the little lama stretched his neck and announced the arrival of victory loudly. "Let's straighten your waist, don't be careful anymore. The Eighth Route Army was completely wiped out, and the Eighth Route Army was completely wiped out. Go back quickly and report to Kawada Taejun, saying that with our full cooperation, the Eighth Route Army had been blown up by the shells."

"Bang,!" Suddenly, a slap came from the side, causing Venus in front of him to emerge. Shiro Shirakawa, who had been impatient, wiped his hand with gloves that could not see the color, with disgust on his face, "Whatever you shout, don't you know what shame is? No matter how stubborn the Tujiao Route Army is, it is your compatriot at least."
Chapter completed!