When the Japanese lieutenant saw the Chinese army appearing on the flank, he ignored Zhao Zhiguo and the others and directly commanded the troops to rush towards Gao Cang and the others.

"Grandma, has this little devil taken medicine?"

Seeing the little Japanese counterattack, Gao Cang directly held the machine gun, stepped on the stone with one foot, and fired a shuttle at the rushing Japanese soldiers.

The little devil has never seen such a posture. They don't want their lives. Is there anyone more desperate than them?

"Gao Cang, stop fighting and lead them to the next target."

Zhao Zhiguo and the others have a natural advantage, and they have the Great Immortal of Thorns blocking the little devil's speed for them.

The little devil punched the cotton, but it had no impact at all.

The little devil came to Zhao Zhiguo for a decisive battle in a fierce manner, but Zhao Zhiguo did not give the little devil this chance at all.

When the little Japanese found the target and the troops were about to rush forward, the Chinese army immediately moved.

They had no choice but to pursue, but when they were about to catch up with the Chinese, another Chinese army came out from the flank and caught them off guard.

The little devil was tired of dealing with it. He was full of anger, but he had no place to vent it, and he was tricked all over the place by his opponent.

But as long as the road on this mountain was easier, they would endure it. The thorns all over the mountain pricked them like hedgehogs.

More than a dozen Japanese troops could no longer keep up with their large army due to thorn problems.

Captain Xiaojiazi admitted that they had encountered an opponent, but they could not retreat or even rest. Once the troops stopped, the hatred and shame accumulated in their stomachs would be like a deflated ball.

Once they lose these, they don't even need the Chinese army to attack them, the pain of the thorns will defeat them.

The little Japanese captain understands that everything is over. The Chinese army has been prepared for a long time, but without any preparation, they broke into an unfamiliar area and opened the door to hell for them.

Zhao Zhiguo was a man walking his dog with a leash in his hand. Wherever he went, the little devils would follow him. Wherever the little devils followed, there would be an ambush.

Even if they were wearing aunt scarves on their heads, they could not break the Arhat formation that Zhao Zhiguo had laid for them.

When Zhao Zhiguo drew his troops to their false position, only more than 200 scarred Japanese troops were left.

The Japanese captain finally saw his target, and he looked up at the Chinese army's position.

This is the destination of their actions, and if nothing else, it will also be their burial place.

The main force of the two companies had been waiting for them in the position for a long time. The faces of the veterans were very calm. They looked down at the Japanese troops at their feet and loaded their bullets with hatred.

"rush!"

The Japanese captain issued the last order in his life. The light and heavy machines on both sides of the road were not hidden at all, and they poured all their firepower on the little Japanese.

The thick smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, blood was flying, and the invaders paid the price with their lives.

In an inconspicuous place in the distance, two Japanese soldiers in full camouflage quickly recorded the firepower of the Chinese army on their notebooks.

No one could pay attention to them, they witnessed the entire battlefield.

"Da da da"

The sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the mountains. Under the fire from both sides, the Japanese army with only half of its strength could no longer pose any threat to the position.

"Clean the battlefield and burn the little devil's body."

They couldn't let the little devil's body rot. It was too close to their position. As long as there was pollution, in an era when there was a lack of medical treatment and medicine, the disease would be more lethal than the enemy's bullets.

Zhao Zhiguo did not realize that anyone was observing the battlefield. After everything stopped, the two hidden Japanese soldiers quietly withdrew from Zhao Zhiguo's defense area.

"Damn it, these little devils are just here to die. They don't have any tactics, they just hit and charge."

Dianhou had fought with the Japs before, but he had never seen the Japs so crazy.

There was no artillery cover, and they didn't even bring a machine gun, just rifles and grenades.

"How are our casualties?" Zhao Zhiguo was more concerned about their troops.

"Fortunately, twelve people were killed and more than thirty soldiers were injured."

"The casualties of more than forty people are close to one-third!" Zhao Zhiguo felt distressed. "After the corpses of our soldiers are cremated, those who are close to them will be sent back to their places of origin. Those who are far away will be buried on this mountain and a monument will be erected.

Don’t write anything.”

Although this land is still under their feet, in the future a full-scale war will begin with the Japanese army, and their retreat will be inevitable.

If a monument is erected to the fallen soldiers, the Japs will definitely take revenge.

"I understand, do you want to write a battle report and submit it to the regiment headquarters?" Dianhou asked.

"Let Qin Dongsheng write the battle report. By the way, why didn't I see Qin Dongsheng?"

Zhao Zhiguo looked around the position and found no trace of Qin Dongsheng.

"The first time I fought with the Japanese army, I encountered a little Japanese who was desperate for his life. His mental endurance was about the same as that of a new recruit."

It was also the first time that Dianhou encountered such crazy little devils. They had no regard for their own lives. This was not how the war was fought.

When the army encounters such a battle, the only ones who can still laugh after the battle are veterans.

At this time, the recruits' legs were weak and their hands could not help but tremble, including Qin Dongsheng, who was on the battlefield for the first time.

Zhao Zhiguo found Qin Dongsheng in a corner of the position. At this time, he was squatting on the ground, his right hand constantly pressing his shaking left hand, but his right hand did not obey his orders.

When Qin Dongsheng saw the company commander approaching, he stood up shakily while holding on to the wall of the trench. Dianhou quickly went over to support him.

"How do you feel?" Zhao Zhiguo asked with concern.

"Company Commander, I...I have embarrassed you." Qin Dongsheng lowered his head in shame.

"It's okay, you are all warriors. Although you are scared, I didn't see a single deserter. You have proven your courage."

Everyone is afraid in the face of fear, but they still bravely stick to their posts.

"A murderer?" Zhao Zhiguo asked again.

"After beating two little devils to death, I saw...the white...brains..."

Before Qin Dongsheng finished speaking, he was vomiting loudly, and Dianhou quickly patted his back.

"The first time was not easy. I remember when I shot and killed for the first time, I vomited worse than you. I didn't recover for seven days."

Zhao Zhiguo thought of the first time he had a fight with a drug trafficker at the border, his behavior was almost the same as Qin Dongsheng's.

"After this time, you will get used to everything, but I have to give you a task. You have been in the battalion headquarters before, so you must be good at writing battle reports. After writing, have Liu Qingsheng send it to the regiment headquarters."

Zhao Zhiguo did not mean to make things difficult for Qin Dongsheng, but gave him a task to divert his attention. Otherwise, he would think about the fact that he shot a Japanese soldier in the head all day long, and he would probably not be able to recover in ten days and a half.
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