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Chapter 300, there are only dead generals, there will be no generals who surrender
"too fast!"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Sakamura Ken sighed sadly.

Being ambushed by the Tuba Road, he was not unexperienced.However, such a battle has never been fought.

The defeat was too fast, and the enemy's attack was too fast.

Before they had time to organize a breakout, the enemy had already charged up and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

It's over, Sakamura Ken has realized that this is the moment for them to die for the imperial country.

But the head of the brigade...

The staff of the brigade headquarters surrounding Niu Daoman were in chaos at this time.

Military officers who dedicated their lives to the Great East Asian Jihad and the Empire, and who have been brainwashed since childhood, all have this awareness.

The big deal is death.

But the comatose brigade leader couldn't let the enemy capture him.

Then I can only... help the general Yu Sui.

They are a group of subordinates, and no one can make this decision.

time is limited.

Seeing the soldiers on the periphery fall down one by one, Tubalu was about to hit him.

"Eight Grid Road!"

Unable to bear the pressure, the combat staff drew out his samurai sword and chose to charge the enemy.

evaded his responsibilities.

"Asshole, make a decision!"

The remaining lieutenants looked at each other in blank dismay, hoping that one person would stand up and make a decision.

"very noisy……"

Gunshots, screams, and screams, Ushidoman, who had fought for half his life, woke up to a familiar voice.

He sat up weakly and looked over.

30 meters away, Balu, who was wearing a gray military uniform, was holding a cover with a bayonet in his hand. In a group of two or three, he was besieging the imperial soldiers who were still resisting.

I don't know what happened when he was unconscious, but the situation is already very clear.

"General."

"General."

The officers surrounding Ushidoman seem to have found their backbone.

Niu Dao cast all eyes on them, full of questioning.

No one could meet the general's eyes, they did nothing, which directly made the situation worse.

So they bowed their heads guiltily.

Eighth Road was about to kill, and Niu Daoman had no time to ask no matter how many questions he had.

His voice was hoarse: "Give me a gun, the soldiers of the empire must never be captured by the enemy."

Would rather die than be a prisoner, not only because of the distorted Bushido spirit, but also because of honor.

The collective is above everything else, and if no fighters are taken prisoner, it is more terrible than death for them.

A Browning pistol made of gold was handed over to Ushijima Mitsuru.

As a high-ranking military officer, he certainly didn't need the kind of Southern Fourteen that would be cumbersome even to commit suicide.

Ushijima raised his pistol.

Holding a machete in his hand, Zhang Dabiao led his men to surround them.

Three lieutenants, five majors, and the one surrounded by them should at least be a major.

Zhang Dabiao said the only Japanese he knew: "You can choose to surrender, and our Eighth Route Army will treat the prisoners preferentially."

No one answered him.

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire."

"boom!"

The bullet passed through the head, splashing red and white all over the ground.The pistol fell, and Ushijima fell sideways on the stretcher.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

All the officers, surrounded by their chief, shot themselves with guns.

In a blink of an eye, they all lay down.

The soldiers were shocked by this scene, what a terrible enemy!
Since then, I have never been afraid of death.

"Mother, is it so terrible to be a prisoner of Lao Tzu? I don't want to die!"

Zhang Dabiao cursed angrily.

"Respect them for being a man, who the hell, don't take off their clothes, search for the booty."

When it was said to search for spoils, the soldiers ignored the shock, put their guns on their backs, and searched skillfully.

"My God, it's a gold pocket watch."

"This is a lieutenant officer, and he also has an officer knife!"

The soldiers talked about each other's gains excitedly, and tacitly kept the one in the middle.

Zhang Dabiao stepped forward to pick up the golden pistol, glanced at Ushidoman's military rank, "It's a major general."

stunned for a moment.

"This old man is the supreme commander of the devils, the head of the major general's brigade."

Zhang Dabiao, a person who rarely smiles, grinned rarely.

Unexpectedly, it really caught a big fish.

The only regret is that the devil committed suicide, not him.

In fact, the difference is not that big, without them killing the enemy and surrounding them neatly, the little devil would not be able to commit suicide for no reason.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dabiao has no regrets.

"The third company quickly cleaned the battlefield, and the first company and the second company followed me."

The elimination of nearly Japanese troops was far from over, and they had to move on to the next battlefield.

Li Yunlong commanded the second, third and fourth battalions, and the ambush of the enemy went smoothly at first.The morale of the Japanese army was low, and they were divided and surrounded, so they could only retreat steadily.

Encircling and annihilating the enemy is only a matter of time.

When a large group of enemy troops turned back for reinforcements, things changed again.

Knowing that there were reinforcements, the little devil suddenly became more confident, and launched an attack on his own initiative, cooperating with the outside line to attack the position of the third battalion.

Li Yunlong used three infantry battalions, like three pockets, to divide and surround five or six hundred enemies.

The third battalion is the last link, but also the most critical link.If they can't stand it anymore, then the fourth battalion and the second battalion will follow.

The battle situation will be completely overturned, and the whole regiment will pay a heavy price.

Facing the situation of attack from inside and outside, the commander of the third battalion gritted his teeth and defended his position.Coupled with the continuous artillery support from the artillery company, it barely withstood it.

"Correspondent, go to the head of the team and ask for support."

Now is not the time to show off, the crisis is like an egg, if there is no effective support, the whole battalion will be wiped out here, but it will be a big deal to drag the whole regiment into the water.

"Battalion Commander, support is here, it's a cavalry company!"

The warrior pointed to the galloping cavalry in the distance, shouting excitedly.

The third battalion commander shouted in surprise: "Cavalry company!"

Because the defense battle of Huangyadong was a mountainous battle.The cavalry could not be used at all, but became a burden.

Therefore, the cavalry company was excluded from the actions of the whole regiment and was responsible for staying in the camp.

He had no idea that the cavalry company would come.

"Cavalry company, charge!"

Sun Desheng was shouting.

The whole regiment participated in the battle, but leaving them alone, I was already full of anger.

Hearing that the comrades in arms killed a lot of devils, but their cavalry didn't even get a little light, which made them even more angry.

Gathering all the qi together became the charge of the cavalry company at this time.

The saber was shining brightly under the sunlight, and the soldiers of the cavalry company showed determination and murderous intent in their eyes.

The momentum of more than a hundred cavalry galloping is no less than a thousand people charging.

The Japanese army, who was preparing for the next attack, naturally found the cavalry rushing towards them on the flanks.

"Quick, mount the machine gun."

The officer yelled in horror.

More soldiers were also flustered, and the hands that pulled the bolts were shaking.

The charge of the cavalry was like a person standing on the road facing hundreds of cars coming towards him.

Fear can take over a person's mind.

Most people are completely unable to calm down in the face of the cavalry charge. The sense of oppression hits their faces.

Gunshots are ringing!

The crooked handle made a rattling sound, and the sprayed bullets knocked down the galloping cavalry.

But it was already too late. The few machine guns that were set up hastily were only enough to fire one clip. Knocking down a few cavalry was of no avail to the overall situation.

The single-shot cover is even more like a joke.

Before firing a few shots, the cavalry burst into the face.

On the way to charge, the soldiers who were shot down by the enemy did not die in vain.

They covered their teammates with their lives and rushed into the enemy group.

For the cavalry, the hand-to-hand combat is a carnival, a feast of beheading.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Enduring the violent wind and rain, and risking falling on the road of charge, it finally came to the moment of harvest.

Every kill by Sun Desheng was a sharp slash, and the devils blocking the way fell down one by one.

Wang Youcai followed closely behind, and they used their usual training vigor to chop up the little devil like a scarecrow.

In a blink of an eye, the cavalry company killed one of the devils' queues, leaving the devil's corpses all over the ground.

"happy!"

Sun Desheng turned his horse's head, flicked the blood on the knife, and shouted: "Cavalry company, charge!"

In training in the past, horsepower was rarely wasted like today. Such intense running is a heavy burden on the horse.

Maybe after the battle, many horses will fall to their deaths.

But at this time, time is life, if you give the little devils a little more time to react, they will all fall on the way to charge.

With the killing energy just now, the cavalry company launched another charge.

"Come on!"

"kill--"

The soldiers were shouting, and the sabers soaked in blood were chopping.

Some little devils raised their bayonets and tried to fight back.

More were running around, and the officers' orders could not stop them.

The Japanese army, which had lost its organization, became a straggler and was even more unable to resist the ravages of the cavalry.

The repeated charge of the cavalry made the third battalion commander's blood boil: "Eighth Company, Ninth Company, follow me."

Leave the Seventh Company alone to block the enemies on the other side trying to break out.

He rushed out of the trench with two companies and cooperated with the cavalry to attack the enemy.

Machine guns were firing, disintegrating the remaining resistance, and the soldiers' bayonets pierced the devil's chest.

Li Yunlong, who came with the last strength of the regiment headquarters, found that he seemed to be a bit late.

The little devil has been completely defeated, the plight of the third battalion has been relieved, and it is nothing to do with him.

"Okay, the cavalry company fought well, finally I didn't hurt them for nothing."

A company of cavalry costs almost more than a battalion of infantry.

What you want is the final effect.

The cavalry company played with prestige and effect, no worse than an infantry battalion, Li Yunlong was very satisfied.

I feel that half a year of hard work was not in vain.

After watching for a while, he found that the number of devils here was only about three or four hundred.

What about the rest of the devils?

Li Yunlong couldn't help frowning, whether the first battalion got entangled with them, or...

A group of little devils, no matter where they appear, will affect the outcome of the battle.

"Captain."

Zhang Dabiao rushed over with two companies from the first battalion without stopping.

After briefly reporting the situation, Li Yunlong was very surprised, and killed another devil major general, Zhang Dabiao, you kid is lucky enough!

After careful calculation, this is the third devil major general killed by their regiment.

If a major general can exchange one hundred thousand oceans, they will get rich.

Li Yunlong didn't think too much about this aspect, he couldn't help thinking: there are five or six hundred devils in the middle, where did they go?

The devils who have not yet appeared are the most terrifying. For this reason, Li Yunlong did not dare to send the first battalion to the battlefield, but held it tightly in his hands as the last reserve team.

The Second Infantry Battalion, attacked by the Eighth Route Cavalry, has been defeated.

"Oops."

Yamashita Toshihide suddenly heard the bad news and quickly ordered to stop the advance.

"Sir, why did you stop?"

They circled in a large circle, avoiding the enemy's sight, and ahead was the battlefield of fierce confrontation.

As long as they suddenly appear and go into battle, they will surely defeat the enemy and rescue all the surrounded friendly troops.

At this point, how can you stop!
Shunxiu Yamashita closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "We can't fight any more, we won't be the last stone to crush the camel, all of this is in Balu's calculation."

As if to verify his words, the vanguard at the front brought bad news.

"Sir, the Eighth Route tanks have appeared, and the surrounded imperial army can't resist the tanks at all."

"Tanks, there are tanks on the Eighth Route?" the staff officer whispered in surprise.

At first, it was hard for him to imagine that Tuba Road, which couldn't even be equipped with guns, had tanks.

The second reason is that the lethality of tanks on the battlefield is too great. A steel box that is completely indestructible by bullets is equipped with machine guns and cannons and drives towards you.

That is something more frightening than facing cavalry.

Will this be the last bargaining chip in Balu's hand?
If not, then what is more powerful than tanks.

Toshihide Yamashita muttered to himself: "It's wrong, everything has been wrong since we stepped into the enemy's ambush.

We are fighting a wrong war with the enemy.

The eight roads are waiting for work at leisure, occupying a favorable terrain.

And we, a weary and demoralized army, were ambushed on the march and put at a very disadvantage.

Eighth Road already fully knows our situation, and we don't know how many Eighth Roads have participated in the ambush.

Heavy artillery, cavalry, and tanks are all beyond our expectations. "

"I want to see your sir."

In the escort team led by Sakamura Ken, a messenger carrying news was sent at the last moment.

And this person also escaped luckily, and chased after him according to the footprints on the snow.

When he was brought in front of Junxiu Yamashita, he immediately shed tears: "Sir, it's over, it's all over."

The thoughtless sentence confused Toshihide Yamashita.

But the communication soldier's subsequent explanation made him weak in shock for the second time today.

The general is gone! ?
Was ambushed by Tubalu again?
Junxiu Yamashita squatted down holding his forehead. In this way, he was the one who sent the general to a dead end.

Feelings of remorse and self-blame welled up in my heart.

"Sir, now is not the time to think about that, what are we going to do next?"

The staff had lost their minds, Tubalu was too cunning, and they split an ambush into three parts.

I always feel that no matter what I do next, I will fall into the enemy's calculations.

(End of this chapter)