Sato Nogo has never been the kind of person who adheres to the so-called bushido spirit.
If he was so rigid, he would have died in the Battle of Black Cloud Mountain.
In the Battle of Black Cloud Mountain, two divisions with 40,000 troops were defeated, but he escaped. This is the best proof!
Now, he doesn't want to die for that damn Shinozuka...
The point is it's meaningless.
After all, it was just a wrong payment.
It is not meaningful.
Sato Nokai is a man of action.
After having an idea in mind, he immediately started mobilizing troops to evacuate.
No matter what, you can’t be fooled here!
Of course, some Japanese army officers also raised questions.
But those who greeted these scumbag Japanese officers ranged from loudmouths to those who would kill them with a single shot...
At this moment, as fast as the wind...
Who dares to slack off when it’s time to escape?
You will die if you slack off!
Sato Nogo led the 1,000 Japanese soldiers he gathered and began to evacuate from the northwest.
At this moment, everything is at stake.
Sato Nogo quickly broke through the Oni Alliance Army's defense line.
After all, they are all a bunch of cannon fodder, their weapons and equipment are not good enough, so it is normal to break through.
"We have found out clearly over there that the enemy only has one battalion of five to six hundred troops..."
"Rush over and go straight to the west gate."
"Did you hear everything clearly?"
"rush!"
"Hurry!"
Sato Nogo clenched the bastard box pistol in his hand and walked quickly...
…
"Commander, there is a group of Japanese soldiers heading northwest."
"Do you want to focus on the fire?"
Song Shanpao, the commander of the anti-aircraft artillery regiment, came over and chuckled.
His anti-aircraft artillery regiment has not fought since it was brought over...
This heart has long been impatient.
Just now I saw the Katyusha rocket launchers of the Heavy Artillery Reinforcement Regiment firing so hard, so Song Shanpao was a little worried.
I also want to try my hand at it or something.
"Are those Japs heading to the northwest?"
"Approximately how many Japs?"
Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said casually.
"Almost more than a thousand..."
"Commander, this is quite a lot..."
"Commander, let our anti-aircraft artillery regiment fire a few shots..."
"The anti-aircraft gun will get rusty if it is not fired for a long time..."
"Commander...Commander..."
Song Shanpao said with sincerity.
"Northwest direction..."
"It's Zhang Dabiao's guard camp..."
"There are just over a thousand Japs... If you ask your anti-aircraft artillery regiment to fire a few shots, how many will be left?"
"When the time comes, monk Zhang Dabiao and those boys should settle the score with labor and management."
"Forget it, save a few shells."
"A mere thousand Japs have crashed into the guard camp so they can practice their skills."
Fang Yu shrugged, not worried at all.
Hearing Fang Yu's words, Song Shanpao suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, and suddenly felt that he had no energy...
Ah this...
The taste is not obvious.
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The battlefield in the northwest.
The monk holds an AK47 assault rifle on his left and right sides, and an mg42 general-purpose machine gun in his right hand.
At this moment, my eyes are distracted, looking at the starry sky...
"Why……"
"They are all good guns..."
"A good gun is much more important than a good wife..."
"But there are so many good guns but no enemy..."
"It's boring."
"It's all for nothing."
"It's like marrying a Daji and going home, only to find that you can only look at it but not touch it!"
"It's so uncomfortable!"
"Little devil..."
"Little devil!"
"Little devil..."
The monk couldn't help but muttered along.
"What's the point of calling you?"
"Can you summon the Japanese?"
"If you ask me, the commander would not dare to form any ghost alliance..."
"This charge was all done by the Ghost Alliance Army!"
"Damn, we are herding sheep here!"
"I rushed here for hundreds of miles just to fight the Japanese, and now I haven't even touched a single Japanese hair!"
Duan Peng, commander of the Third Guard Company, couldn't help but complain.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"You guys usually only know how to charge forward and cause too many casualties to the troops, so the commander came up with the idea of forming a ghost alliance army to charge on your behalf and reduce your casualties."
"You guys don't understand the commander's good intentions at all!"
Guard company commander Wang Dakui shrugged and continued.
"Little devil, little devil..."
"Little devil, where are you..."
"Little devil..."
The monk called there again.
"Little devil!"
"Little devil!"
Suddenly, the guard battalion commander Zhang Dabiao ran over with excitement on his face.
"Battal Commander, what's wrong with you? Why are you following the nightmare just like the monk?"
"Have you gone crazy thinking about Japanese invaders?"
Wang Dakui rolled his eyes and couldn't help but muttered.
"You know shit!"
"The little devil is really here!"
"Oh shit!"
"The monk's mouth is open."
"I really called the little devil here."
"Looking at the scale, I estimate there are thousands of little devils!"
Guard battalion commander Zhang Dabiao said with excitement.
"Grass!"
"Here is the little son of a bitch?"
"Damn it!"
"That's a long time to wait!"
"quick!"
"quick!"
"Fight the devil!"
"Fight the devils quickly!"
“The labor and management have been waiting for this day for who knows how long!”
"Fuck it! Fuck it!"
"Come on!"
Hysterical roars followed, and the monk's eyes instantly turned blood red.
For a moment, I wanted to rush forward directly.
I've been holding back for too long.
Now I suddenly had the direction to vent my feelings, and for a moment, I couldn't bear it anymore.
I just want to run at top speed!
Speed! Improve! Keep improving!
The entire guard camp.
About 400 ak47 assault rifles, 27 98k Mauser sniper rifles, 36 mg42 general machine guns, 18 m2 60mm mortars...
Moreover, all guards in the guard camp are also equipped with a Browning pistol!
Fully staffed!
Because the guard battalion was originally expanded from the Wolf Sword Special Forces.
All soldiers are the most elite backbone of the entire army!
First-class equipment, first-class soldiers...
At this moment, the combat effectiveness must also be top-notch.
The Major General and Deputy Chief of Staff of the 1st Japanese Imperial Army, Sato Nogo, rushed over with a thousand Japanese soldiers. At this moment, he was also ready for a full-scale battle...
Although this soldier belongs to the Japanese's baggage regiment and engineer regiment, those who can be mobilized to break out must be the elite of the Japanese's baggage regiment and engineer regiment...
"Imperial Warriors!"
"The road to freedom lies ahead!"
"Follow my lead!"
"free!"
"free!"
"Come on!"
"There is only one battalion of enemy troops ahead!"
"At most five hundred people!"
"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"
Sato Nogo's eyes showed a fiery look.
In the last step, there must be no deviation at all!
The sad soldiers will win!
According to the normal rhythm, the thousand imperial warriors under his command should be able to tear through the defense line within ten minutes.