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Chapter 295 Despair, and even more despair
"Huhuhu..."

Toshiaki Mukai was panting heavily, his face full of bad luck.

How could I be so unlucky, it was a coincidence that I caught up with the enemy's night attack.

The scapegoat fell on his head with a bang, and he didn't even have a chance to explain.

Catch troublesome enemies, easy to say.

He has never fought such a tiring battle, and he has been running for five hours all the way, which is a test for everyone's physical strength.

Especially when the enemy is in front and they are behind, you have to be careful of the booby traps on the road ahead.

It makes people nervous.

Everyone was as tired as a dead dog, their legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every movement required great perseverance.

What supports them to continue chasing is a belief, a belief to survive.

Toshiaki Mukai still dreamed of becoming a general, but of course he couldn't accept the fate of apologizing by caesarean section.

A soldier ran non-stop, his body couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes were turning up and his mouth was foaming, and he seemed to be dead in the next moment.

"Sir, he is dying, let him stop and have a rest!"

Toshiaki Mukai was exhausted himself, and he also knew that the others were reaching their limits.

Rest, he can rest when he dies, and it is eternal rest.

In order to live, you have to work hard for your subordinates.

Toshiaki Mukai said coldly: "Leave him behind, and the rest are not allowed to fall behind, but follow me!"

Everyone knew what would happen if a soldier who was foaming at the mouth and unable to take care of himself was thrown into the ice and snow.

If there is no one to rescue him, he will just be frozen to death.

Everyone was shocked, and never dared to mention the rest, and gritted their teeth to keep up with the team.

When it's time to be ruthless, you must be decisive. Toshiaki Mukai has the ruthless heart of a general.

At the same time, his experience in leading troops to fight is also extremely rich.

Although the threat of caesarean section by the head of the brigade was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, forcing him to squeeze all his potential to pursue the enemy.

But he didn't mess up his position, and pressed all his brains on it.

Instead, the team of hundreds of people was divided into three groups.

A team of ten or so people at the front explored the way, and was responsible for biting the enemy tightly and grabbing the enemy's tail.

In the middle is a large army, with more than people led by him to hold the ground, which is the main force of the battle.

The thirty or so people at the back, led by a small captain, acted as a reserve team.

In front, there was suddenly intense gunfire.

It's not from Gail, it's a bit like the sound of machine guns that night nine days ago.

Toshiaki Mukai was overjoyed. After chasing all night, his legs became thinner, and he finally bit the enemy's tail.
"There is an enemy ahead, hurry up, speed up!"

Finally, the end came to an end, and the soldiers, as if they had received an amnesty, squeezed out the last bit of strength in their bodies and ran forward desperately.

The distance between the front and rear teams was not too long, and after 2 minutes, they saw the situation ahead.

On the hillside, two th Routers were shooting back and forth with machine guns, and the suppressed soldiers down the slope could not raise their heads.

This is the one left behind by the enemy to delay the end.Toshiaki Mukai pointed to a second lieutenant: "You lead people around from the side."

And he himself immediately pressed up with a large force.

Toshiaki Mukai knew very well that the two enemies were obviously not enough to account for, and they must be eliminated as quickly as possible to catch up with the main force of the enemy.

He didn't care about the other party, so what about a machine gun, there were only two of them, and a bullet and a grenade could wipe them out.

"Finally caught a big fish, I'll beat him to hell."

Li Yunlong excitedly picked up the submachine gun and shot it. The man who had been holding back for a long time was released, and the bullets were accurate and ruthless.

Two short bursts directly knocked down the outcropping enemy.

In a blink of an eye, all the special forces members appeared, and more than a dozen submachine guns fired together.

Completely overwhelms the enemy in terms of firepower.

The bullets were still hitting the thief accurately, and the Japanese army, who was about to take away the enemy in a wave, immediately lay down.

Ever since Mukai Toshiaki became an officer, he had no habit of taking the lead in charging.It is often the commander who sits in the rear and makes decisions.

At this time, he was no doubt lucky that he was not pressed in the snow waiting for the bullets to fall like the soldiers in front of him.

But as the supreme commander of this battle, he is extremely unfortunate.

As soon as a dozen of the enemy's machine guns fired, it was like a basin of cold water was poured on his head.

His joy and happiness were extinguished, and the fate of despair was a big step closer to him.

"This is a hard bone!"

Toshiaki Mukai could tell at a glance that the other party was not someone to wait for.If he wanted to destroy it, even if he had a mouthful of iron teeth, most of them would have to collapse.

It's easy to choose whether to cut yourself open or let your subordinates sacrifice for their own merits, isn't it!
The reserve team followed.

Just now a dozen people were sent to outflank from the left wing, and at this time the reserve team was outflanking to the right wing.

Putting all the reserve teams on means playing all the cards in one's hand.

Attacking from three sides, if he failed, he would have to apologize by cutting open his stomach.

But they are attacked from three sides, will they still fail?
Mukai Toshiaki inserted the scabbard into the snow and watched the situation on the battlefield.

Compared with Li Yunlong, who charged at the enemy with a submachine gun, and Wang Xikui, who was lying on the commanding heights and holding a -piece cover in his hand, was more like a commander.

His command only speaks at critical moments.

Bang, accompanied by crisp gunshots, a bullet flew across the snow and hit the enemy's forehead, completing its mission.

"There are enemies coming up from the right, about a dozen of them."

The soldiers below were reminded, and the two submachine guns turned their muzzles. As soon as the little devil showed his head, he was hit by bullets head-on.

Li Yunlong put on a new magazine neatly, glanced at the firefight on the right, and said disdainfully: "There is nothing new about outflanking."

Having said that, it is a bit slow to fight like this.

The second group detoured up from the left wing, what's going on now?

Zhang Rongjun, the leader of the second group, took five soldiers and outflanked from the left wing according to the plan.

According to Li Yunlong's words: It's called stabbing the devil's eyes.

The commanders of both sides wanted to go together, but Zhang Junrong encountered the little devil who wanted to go around.

Isn't that a coincidence.

The little devil's eyes widened in surprise.

Zhang Junrong was also puzzled, what a coincidence.

Both sides raised their guns and fired at each other, and the special forces were all automatic fire submachine guns, which took advantage of it at this time.

Before the enemy's cover was raised, their guns were aimed at the enemy, and they pulled the trigger to shoot them all.

The Bobosha submachine gun, which shined brilliantly in the Soviet-German war, caused the German army a headache.

The firepower of this gun is fierce, and it is too fierce.

Little Japanese with single-shot rifles paid the price for their lack of weapons.

In a blink of an eye, they were all beaten into a hornet's nest and fell down.

"Happy, so happy!"

Zhang Junrong replaced the new magazine neatly, and exclaimed excitedly.Regardless of the consumption of bullets, holding a machine gun is a joy.

It was an unexpected joy to kill the enemy in front of them. They still had more important tasks, and the soldiers continued to move forward in great strides.

Toshiaki Mukai saw all the situations in the three battlefields, and his eyes were already full of despair.

He couldn't help but think of the winter of , the competition between him and Noda Takeshi, which was widely reported by the newspapers.

The soldiers in the army admired their bravery very much, and the officers praised them very much, and the future was bright.

As a victor, they entered the enemy's capital.

Occupy their house, rape his wife in front of the master.

Enjoy the fruits of the winners.

"How much I want to go back to that time!" Toshiaki Mukai sighed.

At that time, the imperial army was victorious, and no enemy was their single enemy.

Unlike today, he was forced into a desperate situation by the enemy.

If you can't win, you will die if you escape back.

Mukai Toshiaki drew his pistol, and with the few people around him, he wanted to make a final fight.

In the special operations team, one group is the offensive group, and Yang Zhongpeng is impatient and courageous, leading a group is just right.

The second group is the defense group, and in terms of responsibility, it is the post-warning group.Zhang Rongjun was chosen as the leader of the second team because of his down-to-earth and steady personality.

A group of devils were wiped out halfway, and Zhang Junrong didn't stop thinking on the way to the goal.

What motivates the enemy to be there?

Once the gunshots are fired, the enemy will not fail to hear them, and their whereabouts have been exposed.

"Stop going."

"Throwing grenade, fire two rounds first to see what happens."

There are two sides to the meaning of scaring the snake.

One was broken, and it was discovered by the enemy.

One is to startle the enemy, see the enemy's reaction, and then make corresponding arrangements.

The three-kilogram grenadier is the most convenient support firepower for light infantry.And its weight is nothing to the carefully selected special forces team members.

The soldiers in charge of supporting firepower put the submachine gun back, quickly set up the grenadier, and aimed at the enemy's previous hiding place, and it was two shots.

Being discovered, what else could Mukai Toshiaki say, he held up the bastard box and shot at the enemy.

People like him are afraid of death, and even when they die, they will hold their backs.

But when the trigger was pulled, the gun jammed.

"Eight Grid Road!"

Toshiaki Mukai finally understood what it was like to have his teeth clogged when drinking cold water, and threw it out angrily.

Zhang Junrong knew what was going on when a few three-eighth caps were exposed. With one pull of the trigger, two short shots were fired, and the bullets flew against the enemy's scalp.

The grenadier blasted two more shots, blowing the enemy out from behind the bunker.

The team members used this cover to rush up three steps and two steps. After some inspections: "Three are dead, and one officer is alive and has passed out."

Stunned by a grenade?

It is rare for Japanese officers to be captured. Zhang Junrong left one guard and led the rest to outflank the enemy brigade.

Already suppressed by a group of firepower, most of the Japanese army was wiped out, and they were pinched back and forth, leaving no room for escape.

They didn't even have a chance to raise their guns to surrender, and they were all rushed by the angry soldiers with submachine guns.

After chasing them all night, they were as tired as dogs, and the soldiers were suffocating fire in their hearts!

Li Yunlong didn't feel any sense of accomplishment for easily eliminating hundreds of devils.

They all took submachine guns and fired two or three thousand rounds of ammunition, which was already a great waste for the Eighth Route Army, which was used to thrift.

If you can't eliminate the enemy, it's a big loss.

Fortunately, hundreds of guns made money, including two crooked handles, plus a large number of bullets and grenades, which is enough to make up for the loss.

Li Yunlong said: "Clean up the battlefield, find a suitable place, and bury it."

This is not mosquito meat, although it cannot be taken away right now, but if it is hidden, there will always be a chance to dig it out later.

"Regimental Commander, I caught a devil officer. This old boy wanted to commit suicide with a bastard box. Unexpectedly, the gun jammed. He didn't die. We blasted him unconscious and captured him."

Zhang Junrong pushed Mukai Toshiaki who was tied up, holding a bunch of bastard boxes in his hand, and he was having fun.

Li Yunlong took it over and checked it. The firing pin of the gun was broken.

He was also happy, "What kind of suicide is not good, use a bastard box. Fill your brain with water!"

The Eighth Route Army wiped out more Japanese troops, and captured bastard boxes.

The biggest problem with this gun is the firing pin problem, the damage rate of the firing pin is too high.

In layman's terms, the rate of misfire is too high, and sometimes even if you want to commit suicide, you will use this gun at your own risk.

In the past, when a Japanese soldier was captured, the enemy fired 7 shots...all jammed!
In the end, he saved his life.

The bastard box has more than this problem. It jams frequently, and the clip is easy to fall off when shooting, and it is easy to misfire.

The bullet has very weak penetration at longer distances.Sometimes even the slightly harder wooden doors cannot be penetrated.

No one wants to use this gun except if there is no other way.It's just a waste snack.

I don't know what the person who designed the bastard box thought.

Li Yunlong casually tossed the rotten gun to the soldier next to him, "Call Consultant Yuan and ask about the situation of this little devil."

He didn't know when Yuan Lang learned Japanese. Anyway, he could communicate with the Japanese, and he just needed to find out the information.

They were all dead, but he survived alone and was taken prisoner.Toshiaki Mukai didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

He vaguely remembered that the Eighth Route Army treated the prisoners preferentially, at least they would guarantee the safety of the prisoners.

To survive as a captive?

Toshiaki Mukai was at a loss in his heart. He looked at the soldier in front of him, his tanned face was no different from the peasants on this land.

Is he the commander of the army in front of him?

"Major, your name, position, and army number?"

It was a familiar language, and he suddenly thought that the questioner was a native.

He didn't think it through yet, and just responded with silence.

Two soldiers held him down and searched him roughly.Military ID cards, wallets, and other odds and ends were all confiscated.

Toshiaki Mukai suddenly remembered something, and there was a trace of panic on his face: "Didn't you say that you treat the captives preferentially? How can you rob the captives and give them back to me!"

Li Yunlong wondered: "What did he say?"

"Let you treat the prisoners preferentially."

"If you don't cooperate, you still want to get preferential treatment. What a fucking shame. I gave him a face? Damn it." Li Yunlong was very upset by cursing, why didn't the little devil be killed by the cannonball!
And that garbage pistol, at the critical moment of suicide, how could it be broken?
Yuan Lang ignored Li Yunlong's cynical complaints. He rummaged around, trying to find something that could prove his identity.

In the wallet, he suddenly found a piece of newspaper that had been cut out.

(End of this chapter)