The last prisoner was handed over to the miraculous doctor for treatment. According to the miraculous doctor's estimation, he could be interrogated in 3 days. However, judging from the process of interrogating the two Japs just now, torture is not of great significance. What is the Bushido of Japs now?

I am particularly interested. I really want to know what power can make a person so fearless in the face of death!

"Kitten, do you know what the Japs' Bushido is?"

"I've heard some about it, but I really can't understand the spirit evolved by this perverted nation like Japan!" Mao Mao said, pouting in the direction of the cave.

Seeing that Kitty didn't know much about Bushido, I didn't ask any more questions. We all changed our clothes and then returned to the independent group's camp.

"Crazy Chen, get the fuck out of here!" Before we even saw Crazy Chen's yard, we heard the loud voice of the regiment commander! A group of us glanced at each other and then slipped towards the yard of regiment leader Chen.

In the past, through the low fence, a group of us hunched our necks and listened.

"Hand over those three little devils to me, don't think I'm a fool!" A regimental commander's voice penetrated into my ears across the wall.

"What three Japs, Old Liu? You know, the Independence Regiment has never taken any prisoners!"

"Don't fucking pretend, those three little devils will die in our regiment! You fucking..."

"I said, Lao Liu, what's the matter with you? Why are you crying while talking!"

"Fuck, it's not that your soldiers were killed. Of course you're damn fine. In order to catch these three Japs, three of my soldiers were killed. When Erhu saw one of the Japs injured, he wanted to carry him back. Unexpectedly,

The Japs suddenly grabbed Er Hu's knife and stabbed him from behind... then stabbed Er Hu's neck and stabbed it straight out of Er Hu's mouth. Er Hu's mouth was stuck with the knife and could not be closed until he died.

18, he's only 18, he's still a child! The other one also took advantage of the soldiers not paying attention, grabbed the knife and stabbed two of my soldiers to death. They didn't die on the battlefield, but they died like this.

How do you want me to report the funeral? How do you want me to say it? You want me... you want...!" The last regiment leader was already crying.

"Then why don't you fucking kill them, and you still feed them well and feed them!"

"Do you think I don't want to? I was talking to the political commissar and thinking of a way, and I let you kidnap me take them away. Give me back those three Japs, at least the two who killed my soldiers.

Me!" We broke into the gate and saw a regiment leader grabbing Crazy Chen's collar with both hands, tears streaming down his cheeks! The iron-like man's face was already covered with tears.

"Report!" A soldier appeared behind us.

"Come in!"

"Report, Commander, the Third Battalion encountered a small group of Japanese soldiers on the way back. The soldiers who came back to deliver the message have been sent to the medical station."

"What, you motherfucker, his three battalions can't defeat one small team? What are you talking about? Assemble the team! Hurry and set off!"

"But we haven't asked for instructions yet?" the political commissar said.

"What are you asking for? After asking for permission, everyone will be dead! If there is a problem, I will take responsibility for it! Let's go! Will you go, Old Liu?"

"Nonsense, of course I'll go!" As soon as he heard about the enemy situation, the regiment leader immediately regained his temper.

"Let's go too!" the captain said, facing the angry look of the group leader. It seems that this guy must have guessed that we stole the person!

When the sun was about to set, we arrived at the battlefield! Some older villagers were helping to collect the corpses. The crows circling in the sky made people feel like they had entered a cemetery. The blood-red sunset slanted on the condensed blood on the ground, which made us feel...

The color becomes brighter red!

"Where are the people? Is there anyone who can breathe? Third Battalion Commander! Er Fat! Tiger! Get the hell out of here!" Looking at the corpses on the battlefield, Madman Chen shouted like crazy and grabbed them.

The corpses still carrying body temperature swayed, "What's going on? Uncle Li, I am Crazy Chen, Crazy Chen from the Independent Regiment, do you still remember me?"

"Captain Chen, it's us old bones who are dragging you down. Your soldiers met the Japanese here to save us. They didn't retreat until they ran out of bullets. They are all dead. Such a good boy

They are all dead, not a single one escaped, they are all good! They are all good! We can't help you, we can't help you..." The fellow who cried so hard that his eyes were blurred said while stroking his tears.

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"Political Commissar, you lead the Second Battalion to do some ideological work in the village and then take the cotton-padded clothes back to the camp! First Battalion Commander, you lead the soldiers to carry the bodies of the brothers back, then clean them up and bury them. Captain, you take your Camel people with you.

I'll chase those devils together!"

"No, this is too dangerous!" the political commissar stepped forward and took Crazy Chen's hand.

"We are either going to fight, or we are going to see which devil did it. In the future, we can avenge our brothers and know who the creditor is!" Captain Chen looked at the political commissar and said, having said that, if we really catch up, we won't fight.

That's weird.

"Are you kidding me? If you can hold back, the sun will rise in the west! I will never allow you to go!" the political commissar said seriously.

"Rat scout, the third son behind the scenes, and everyone else, remove all heavy equipment and pursue with light equipment! Let's go!" Ignoring the entanglement between Madman Chen and the political commissar of the Independent Regiment, the captain decisively gave the order to set off. This is not belonging to anyone.

The benefits of the military - freedom.

"Captain, can you still catch up? Judging from the blood coagulation time, the devil must have been walking for two hours!" The beast followed the captain and whispered.

"We don't know the number of their wounded. If there are many wounded, it's still possible!" The captain said while running quickly, adjusting his breathing.

We kept running in and out of the mountains and forests. I felt like I had never run such a long distance before. Except for rats and wild beasts, everyone was suffering from various symptoms of hypoxia. I felt like my lungs were filled with blood.

It was like a fire was burning, and the hot feeling made me feel that no matter how much I breathed in, it was not enough. This was the third time I felt like this. This was a reaction of the body reaching its limit. Once it passed this limit, the body would

It will burst out with a feeling of comfort. I have had this feeling many times during the devil's daily training. I even feel that I am beginning to like this feeling of challenging the physical limit. Is this masochism? In our

Among this group of people, Rat and Beast have the best physical fitness and the funniest crosshairs. Their saliva is constantly overflowing from their mouths, sticking out their tongues like pugs, and making all kinds of weird noises from their mouths: "

Phew! Ha! Hey!”

I don’t know how long I ran, but the old man in front of me suddenly stopped. I was so scared that I almost bumped into his waist.

"Ghost~~~Ghost!" This was the first time I saw a rat speak breathlessly.

"Hidden!" the captain said after swallowing.

As soon as my body stopped, I felt a fishy smell rising up my throat. While my chest was rising and falling violently, I had to keep my breathing to a minimum! This feeling of holding my breath was really uncomfortable!

"Really or not, only 5 people died, how did this battle go?" Looking at the death and injury of the Japanese in the telescope, I felt a little incredible, so I murmured in a low voice.

"Look at the weapons in the hands of the last eight and tenth Japs at the back of the team!" the devil's voice came from beside me.

"Optical sight? Sniper?" Seeing two Japanese soldiers holding 38-inch caps with sights really startled me. If there is anything I least want to encounter now, it is the enemy's sniper.

Well, I would rather meet artillerymen than my colleagues.

"Look at their machine gun, it's not crooked anymore! This gun looks more like our Czech style!" Beast continued what I said.

"Captain, the Japanese are about to enter the stronghold, what should we do?"

"Retreat, this situation is very important. What the third battalion encountered is not an ordinary Japanese team. Let's go back and interrogate the remaining prisoners. I have a hunch that the last prisoner will not be easy!"

"Finally caught up and left without firing a shot?" I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the captain say retreat. Is it possible that everyone was so exhausted just to watch the Japanese return to their stronghold?
Chapter completed!