Chapter 3 Storm (Thirteenth chapter)

In an instant, the Japanese officers around him opened their mouths and were in a state of dismay, just like Shiro Shirakawa.

The ammunition was burned out. At present, Kawata Brigade continued to drag the 93rd Regiment of the National Revolutionary Army, even self-protection became a problem! Just after the last bullet in the gun chamber was exhausted, they could only lead their necks and kill them. As for the Xing'an brigades who were chasing themselves, when they heard the gunshots of the 93rd Regiment's counterattack, who knew whether they would turn around and run for their lives immediately? Anyway, it was more than the first time they did this.

The food was burned up. Even at this moment, Kan Akira Kawata immediately cut off his arm and gave up the first squadron that was blocking the attack of the 93rd Regiment. He took the rest of the Japanese soldiers to evacuate the battlefield. What awaited them would be a long and difficult escape route. This is the grassland outside the border, not a densely populated North China. The population density is one per ten square kilometers. It is the most common phenomenon that you can't see any village after walking dozens of miles. Even if you grab grain, you can't find a target for robbery, and you can't grab cattle, sheep and food. No matter how many soldiers are removed from the battlefield, the final result will be the same. When they are so hungry that they can't even lift their guns, thousands of wild wolves emerge from the horizon to complete the final cleaning for nature.

However, losing ammunition and food supplies is not the most terrifying thing. What is more terrifying than losing food and ammunition supply is that a team completely lost their souls. Not far from Kawada Kunishaki, Shirakawa and others, groups of empty-eyed and wooden defeated soldiers gathered. The sabers of the Chinese cavalry did not hit their backs, and Kawada Kunishaki's bullets did not hit their chests. However, their souls seemed to have already escaped from their bodies and didn't know where to escape. At this moment, the only groups of walking corpses were trembling when they heard the gunshots. Seeing the sword light, they were incontinent. It was almost impossible to turn them into warriors who could fight the imperial warriors again.

It's over, it's over, Kawata's brigade is completely finished. The evil Fatty Zhang, the despicable Fatty Zhang, he has clearly locked in the victory, and he still has to continue to use cavalry to retaliate for a round, in order to completely defeat the confidence of Kawata's brigade. His purpose has been achieved, and he has made a fortune again. From then on, when the entire Kawata's brigade hears his horse's hooves, he can't help but think of today's scene. Even if he replenishes the soldiers' brigade, there is no confidence or morale in the field battle.

Kawada Kunaki could not accept such a tragic result no matter what. His dream was to drink horses in the South China Sea of ​​China, leaving his own glory in the entire Chinese war zone, rather than failing to find a name on a small ferry crossing where there is almost no name on the map. His dream was to step on the corpses of Chinese soldiers like Ishihara, Hanaya Masashiro and Itagaki Seishiro, step on the corpses of Chinese soldiers to the peak of fame and glory, instead of being humiliatedly removed from office and being taken back to the headquarters of the Kanto Army for trial. Thinking of the future that will completely fade from now on, Kawada Kunaki felt bored, stood up and staggered away a few steps, sighed helplessly, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at his temple, (Note 1)

"Stop." Shirakawa Shiro's eyes were fast and he noticed that Kan Akira Kawada's expression was wrong. He immediately stood up and chased after him, pushing away the other party's pistol.

"Bang." The bullet flew over Kawada Guoaki's scalp, bringing a burnt smell. Kawada Guoaki failed to die in one suicide, and all the courage in his body disappeared immediately. He squatted down, hugged his head with both hands, and whimpered, "Let me die, let me die, Kawada Brigade is over, what's the point of living as a commander?"

"The Kawada brigade is not over. If Tokugawa Ieyasu commits suicide immediately after the battle of the Three Kingdoms, it will be impossible to achieve the final hegemony. Kawada Jun, cheer up and cheer up." Shirakawa Shiro picked up Kawada Kunizaki from the ground and slapped the other party's back hard. "Besides, looking at the whole of China, this is just an insignificant battle. The victory of this war ultimately belongs to the Great Japanese Empire. You and I will eventually raise a glass to the final celebration banquet together." (Note 2)

"The final victory,! The final victory banquet belongs to you. I, I am afraid I can only envy you in prison at that time." Kawada Kuniha glanced at Shirakawa Shiro and smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes. He had just walked in front of the gate of hell. He must have no courage to commit suicide for the second time. However, the punishment he is about to face may not be much more comfortable than suicide, unless, unless the Shirakawa family will spare no effort to clear him of the charge.

"You and I must." Shirakawa Shiro immediately understood Kawada Kuniha's thoughts and nodded vigorously. Although his family's back was deep and his military rank was high enough, he was just a gilded combat staff sent by the superiors. At this moment, he did not have enough prestige to organize the remaining defeated soldiers under his command. Therefore, no matter what, Kawada Kuniha cannot be let go of himself at this critical moment. Otherwise, those waiting for Kawada's brigade would be an ending of annihilation. He, as a combat staff member, would not have any chance to escape from Shengtian.

Thinking of this, Shirakawa Shiro let go of Kawada Kantaki, took two steps back, looked at the other party's eyes, and promised confidently, "A failure does not mean anything. Our Shirakawa family will never look at the person they choose differently because of a failure. Moreover, this time we were forced to take risks by others, and we fell into the trap of the Ninety-Three Group. If we have to be responsible, it is not your turn and I to lose."

Hearing this, two regiments of hope immediately rekindled in Kawada's eyes. He bowed deeply to the combatant Shirakawa Shiro, "Shirakawa, I will remember your kindness today for the rest of my life."

"The preface is that you need to cheer up and take everyone out of here safely. You must cheer up, you must." Shirakawa Shiro supported the other party with both hands and asked in an orderly tone.

"I know what to do." Kawada Kunaki took a deep breath and swept across the entire battlefield. Near the river bank to the south, the most elite first squadron in the entire brigade was still struggling to resist the attack of the 93rd Regiment. No one, or few people knew that their ammunition and military rations had been wiped out. On an unknown hill one kilometer north, the Chinese cavalry were gathering again and ready to pounce down at any time. Together with the 93rd Regiment, the last blow to the Kawada Regiment. The east and west directions were endless wilderness. The spring grass had just grown on the ground, and the shallow one could not escape the horse's hooves. The legendary Morikawa Regiment and several other friendly troops who were ordered to entangle the 93rd Regiment were walking somewhere deep in the grassland. At any time, it was possible to expose their sharp teeth to the 93rd Regiment or flee when they heard the wind.

"Morikawa United came from afar and needed to understand the situation of the opponent from us." Shiro Shirakawa's voice rang in his ears at the right time, causing his eyes to lit up again. He quickly turned his eyes to the remaining defeated generals beside him. Kawada Kunao showed the majesty of the captain and called out in a deep voice, "Second Squadron, Major Matsumura Dotake."

"At." The second squadron leader Matsumura Duobu, who had just escaped from the sabre of the Chinese cavalry, fought a cold war and responded timidly.

"More than half of your second squadron were killed. You, the squadron leader, have the obligation to seek justice for the warriors under your command." Kawada Kunaki sighed again. It was not so much a threat, but rather a threat. "So, I will give you another chance to prove yourself. You will lead all the soldiers of the second squadron to advance northward, go there, and completely expel the Chinese cavalry from the battlefield."

"I, me" Matsumura Dotake's face turned white immediately, and he stuttered, "The remaining soldiers of the second squadron are only enough to shrink into a small team. I, I am afraid that I will not be able to complete the task you assigned to you."

When we went to the rescue team just now, the Songcun Squadron ran the fastest and suffered the most severe blow from the Chinese cavalry. At present, all the soldiers in the entire squadron were only one-third of the time when they were full. Many of them had completely lost their souls and had no combat power at all. Not to mention taking the initiative to attack the Chinese cavalry, even if they stayed in place to build a defense line, they might not be able to withstand the opponent's full charge.

However, Kawada Kuniaki didn't want to give Matsumura Dobu a chance at bargaining. He raised his hand and slapped the other party hard, "Baga, this is an order, no dispute, you, do you want me to execute military laws?"

Matsumura Budo was beaten to the point where he turned around for several times. He finally stood firm again and looked at Shirakawa Shiro with red eyes, hoping that the latter would say a few words for himself and cancel this almost mortal task. Unexpectedly, Shirakawa Shiro, who had always been easy to talk to, suddenly became vicious, walked forward, and gently sorted out Matsumura Dowu's epaulette, "This is the test of the empire for you, Matsumura Master, have you forgotten your oath when you boarded the boat?"

"Matsumura, Matsumura dare not forget." Matsumura Duobu knew that he was doomed, nodded and responded sadly, then rushed out of the command knife and shouted at the soldiers under his command, "The second squadron, the time has come for His Majesty to be loyal to His Majesty, Yusha."

"Broken Jade." The crowd responded in a scattered voice. Even the soldiers who were most poisoned by the Bushido spirit had withstood the desperate blow just now, it was impossible for them to muster up the courage again in a short period of time and actively challenge the Chinese cavalry, which was almost twice as large as their own.

"Master Oda, fill in the guns of the Second Squadron, and then, you lead the Third Squadron to supervise the battle." Kawada Kunaki didn't even look at the reaction of the soldiers of the Second Squadron, frowned and gave a stern order.

"Yes." The captain of the third squadron, Masao Oda, was granted a general amnesty, and his legs were closed together and he received the order loudly. It was impossible for Kawada Kunaki to stay without any troops. The second squadron was sent out, so the third squadron would naturally live a little longer. Therefore, he was willing to accept the task of supervising the battle. Although he did this, he was a little sorry for the friendship between him and Matsumura Dotake.

"Crazy." A sound of pulling the gun bolt sounded in the crowd. There were far more soldiers surviving in the third squadron than in the second squadron. Most of the Japanese in the hearts were similar to the squadron leader Masao Oda, hoping to die behind his teammates, rather than joining them in the jade break.

Some people also took off their bullet bags with a bit of compassion and handed them silently to the palms of the soldiers in the second squadron who were empty-handed at this moment. The latter looked at them like a dream, with neither gratitude nor resentment on their faces, and all that was left was nothing but endless confusion.

"The Second Squadron sets off." Seeing that almost every soldier in the Second Squadron had a gun in his hand, Kawada Kunaki did not dare to delay the time and gritted his teeth to issue an order, "The Third Squadron, execute the order."

The soldiers of the third squadron immediately set off the machine gun, flattened the rifle, aimed at the entire second squadron. Facing the muzzle that was close at hand, looking at the Chinese cavalry a kilometer away, the Japanese devil soldiers of the second squadron quickly chose to accept their fate. Under the leadership of the squadron leader Matsumura Doju, they shouted desperately, picked up the rifle, rushed to the distance without looking back. On the road, there were pools of blood that had not yet dried up, and there were incomplete corpses.

"Yaozaku, His Majesty the Emperor is watching you." Kawada Kunaki shouted at the backs of the cannon fodders, and said directly that he was hoarse.

In the hazy tears, he saw that the second squadron was getting closer and closer to the Chinese cavalry, and they were entangled in a blink of an eye, red smoke rolled, and countless people fell into dust in an instant.

"The jade broken." Kawada Kunaki finally shouted emotionally, jumped into the car, raised his command knife, and headed far west, "Break through the siege, keep the seeds of Kawada brigade, so that he can break through for Matsumura Jun in the future."

"Break through, follow the captain to break through." Shiro Shirakawa followed him and jumped into the same command car, kneeled in his seat, rushed to the third squadron and all the Japanese officers around him, and the soldiers waved their arms, "Morikawa United is not far away, break out and meet with them, and then we turn around and kill all the Chinese cavalry."

"Break through, break through, and join the Morikawa United." Other Japanese officers woke up as if they were dreaming, either jumped on war horses or walked on foot, and fled before the third squadron that challenged the Chinese cavalry was annihilated.

"Boom," a shell landed on the position of the first squadron of Kawata Brigade, which was responsible for the breaking of the rear, and blew the Japanese plaster flags flying up and down in the smoke and dust like a rag.

Note 1: Ishihara Kanir, Hanaya Masashiro and Itagaki Seishiro, the three major Japanese officers who instigated the September 18th Incident, had not had high ranks at that time, but with this gamble, they all became the best in the army and became idols of the younger generation of Japanese officers.
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