Just as his opponents underestimated him, he also misjudged his opponents.
Make mistakes and you will pay the price on the battlefield.
When the red flare shot into the sky, everyone was on the highest alert, and the group found the location where their sentry last appeared.
Sitting on the cold muddy ground was the body of a soldier!
He was stabbed through the heart by his own triangular sword and died!
The soldier with his back leaning against a big tree and his eyes wide open was twisted in a weird way. The corners of his eyes were cracked due to extreme anger and pain, and blood flowed down his cheeks in two shocking blood lines.
Obviously, it was not that he had not tried to resist, but the attacking opponent was too strong. When he pulled out the triangular army thorn and stabbed him, he not only blocked him, but also covered his mouth and nose with one hand, and forcefully stabbed him with the other hand.
Twist his arm, hold his hand and stab the Triangular Army back into his heart.
The murderer was very cruel, just like a cheetah killing its prey after it got tired of playing with it. The process of piercing the heart with a military thorn lasted at least tens of seconds.
It must be extremely painful and extremely unwilling, otherwise, why would he be able to crush all the big teeth in his mouth? There still seemed to be a fire burning in his already gray hole.
"Old Zheng!" Lu Zhongda let out a heart-breaking roar.
The officers and soldiers of the surrounding reconnaissance company were all in tears.
How do they not hurt?
The 60 people who originally formed the special squadron have been reduced to less than 40 after successive wars, and more than one-third of the number has been lost.
Later, it was expanded into a reconnaissance company. Among the original 30-odd people, Niu Er, Heizi, Lu Sanjiang and others were promoted to company platoon leaders, and the rest were mostly squad leaders and training instructors.
These brothers who were lucky enough to survive the battle ate at the same table, slept in the same bunkhouse, their noses were filled with the smell of each other's stinky feet, and they even used the same towel to bathe and brush their teeth in the same toothbrush.
They are not siblings from the same mother, but they are already better than full brothers.
Because this mission was difficult, the commanders and deputy commanders of the reconnaissance company who received the military order unanimously decided to send all veterans to fight. Then they thought that one more brother would be eliminated.
The ferocious enemy didn't even make any attempt to hide the prey he had captured, and just let him die in battle.
Obviously, this is a demonstration, to tell everyone here that the previous defeat is just a small defeat for them, and that he has enough ability to make his opponents bloody.
He succeeded, and successfully made the Chinese soldiers present feel heartbroken.
"The partner with Lao Zheng is Xiao Wu. He is not here. The Japanese army obviously wants to catch someone alive and ask for some information about our unit." As the top commander of the reconnaissance company here, Heizi seemed calm enough.
He immediately ordered everyone around him to look for traces of the enemy's departure, and suppressed his grief and reported to Tang Dao who crouched down and closed his comrade's eyelids.
Tang Dao said nothing, but his face was as cold as ice.
"Except for the small amount of blood stains left on Lao Zheng's chest, there were no other drops of blood. The Japanese master should have knocked out Xiao Wu with one punch, causing him to instantly lose the ability to resist. This was the fault of our reconnaissance company headquarters. After this battle, the reconnaissance company
We must even increase the amount of training in close-range hand-to-hand combat." Seeing that Tang Dao was silent, Heizi knew that Tang Dao must be very angry, so he could only continue to speak with difficulty.
"Now, it's not a matter of holding your reconnaissance company accountable. As long as the Japanese army still wants to obtain information, Xiao Wu still has the possibility of survival." Tang Dao stood up slowly and glanced at Hammer, who was sniffing around hard.
His eyes seemed to be filled with deep blood at that moment.
He knew that it must be Fujiwara Senzuo. Except for that terrifying martial arts master, no one dared to kill a single enemy under the intimidation of a team with such terrifying force value.
Fujiwara Senio not only has superior combat power, but his mind is far superior to ordinary people. He should have carried some special drugs to cover up the smell he left behind. This also made it impossible to find someone to track even with the hammer's super sense of smell.
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Afterwards, he even more blatantly declared a challenge!
His stern eyes when his comrades died in battle were the letter of challenge that Fujiwara Senio sent to him.
You are so brave! Then, let's have a good fight! Not to mention that you are still in the mountains where I have heavily stationed troops, even in your occupied area, this time, I will definitely let one of your troops go.
Although he was already the supreme commander of thousands of men, Tang Dao was still the frontier eagle who dared to rush into the sky full of artillery fire to save his comrades.
His eyes were full of blood, and his blood was burning!
"Order, temporarily suspend the transportation mission, and instead pursue and annihilate the remaining enemies. Also inform the officers and soldiers of the 17th Division to come to negotiate. I need to talk to their highest commander, activate the field radio, and pick up Commander Zhao of the 17th Division!" After Tang Dao finished speaking, he knelt down and hugged him.
He picked up the dead soldiers and strode down the mountain.
"Sir, let me..." Shen Laoliu wanted to step forward to replace Tang Dao, but was stopped by Mingxin patting his shoulder.
Through his keen perception, Mingxin sensed Tang Dao's anger and sadness, and personally gave this special soldier who had been following him half a year a fight, which was the last thing he, the leader of the regiment, could do for him.
After the bodies of the dead soldiers were placed, Tang Dao, who had regained his composure, would let the Japanese close combat master know what the price was.
But everyone underestimated Tang Dao's anger, including several special forces officers who were closest to him.
"Commander Zhao, I need your help. If you agree, the last favor of sending equipment will be wiped out. Our regiment will send another 8 Type 41 mountain cannons as a thank you after March!" Tang Dao's message to the 17th Division Headquarters
Zhao Shoushan was shocked when he received the telegram.
He didn't know who could stimulate Tang Dao to such an extent that he even did not hesitate to use 8 mountain cannons as a ceremony.
Getting the full help of the 17th Division is just the first step for Tang Dao.
The next operation is a group of special forces, all trying to wipe away the sweat!
The top-secret military mission issued by the theater headquarters was directly thrown aside by Tang Dao. The Japanese major general, who was closely watched by the top leaders of China and Japan, was just a wild boar tied like a rice dumpling. He was just removed from the first
He took it out of the carriage and threw it casually into the wooden shed that had been cleaned but still filled with the smell of death.
Yamashita, who had been looking for opportunities to seek death since he woke up, suddenly found that the Chinese were completely dismissive of him. They even seemed to have forgotten to feed him broth to sustain his life, and even asked questions in Chinese for the first time.
The answer I got was: "Our chief said that if we can't save our brothers in these two days, we will strip you naked and hang you on a tree. It doesn't matter if you can't survive, as long as we Chinese people can see it through photos."
It's enough to see that the little Jijiji of Major General Xiaojiizi is really small.
You're going to die, why are you wasting broth and making balls?"
"I protest, I protest that you don't abide by international agreements!" Yamashita almost burst into tears when he heard this.
Damn it, who provoked the Chinese to this point? The key is that stimulation doesn't matter, but the victim is him, a former major general of the Imperial Army, isn't it?
If he is stripped naked and hanged as the Chinese say, then even the last fig leaf of the Imperial Army will be ruthlessly torn off by the Chinese, and his Yamashita family will become a mockery of everyone on the island.
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Scumbags have such double standards. If you tell him the rules, he will say who has the stronger fist. When you take out the knife, he will say in turn that we still have to consider the rules.
Unfortunately, what he met was Tang Dao.
Not to mention that Tang Dao's anger at this time was enough to ignite this barren mountain. Even when Tang Dao was in the best mood, he could be regarded as a major general, lieutenant general, or general. As long as he was a Japanese, a dead Japanese would be a good Japanese.
Kuroko's answer to Yamashita was not to scare Yamashita. Those were Tang Dao's original words.
As long as the comrades kidnapped by Fujiwara Senzuo cannot be rescued, Tang Dao will immediately kill Yamashita and use him as a sacrifice.
Tang Dao is not some big shot with the world in mind. He is just a soldier. He has only one belief. If you kill my brother, I will repay you a hundred times. Until one day he also dies on the battlefield. Naturally, there will be later generations who will fight against the Japanese army for him.
Recover interest.
As for the old man who the theater headquarters is still waiting for, if he comes to question, what the hell, Yamashita can't die of illness? Even if he doesn't die of illness, can't he take the time to strangle himself to death?
Tang Dao, who had committed a crime, could even ignore the military orders of the principal, let alone a stingy old man.
Anyway, the special forces knew that no matter whether they killed Fujiwara Senio and his bullshit special agent team or not, as long as their brother's life could not be saved, Yamashita would definitely be dead.
Their Tang Tuanzuo always practices what they preach.
The platoon leader of the 17th Division who was alerted by the signal bomb and rushed over saw that he was actually the famous Commander Tang of the Four Elements Regiment. If he dared to delay, he immediately reported to the superior.
In less than an hour, a colonel stationed in the area immediately led two infantry battalions to this unknown hillside.
Not to mention this, Commander Zhao of the 17th Division, who received Tang Dao's telegram, personally ordered that the other two infantry regiments not far apart each send out an infantry battalion to rush here.
Regardless of the regimental commander or battalion commander who arrived here, they will all be temporarily under the command of Tang Dao, the commander of the Four Elements Regiment!
Under Tang Dao's order, except for one infantry battalion who was ordered to establish a defense line around the hillside, 600 infantrymen used three lines of defense to completely surround the core wooden shed. The other three infantry battalions directly began to search the mountain.
However, the huge force of more than 1,800 people turned out to be just for the 10 Japanese soldiers who escaped.
In addition, Commander Zhao, who was furious because all his infantry squads were killed in a surprise attack by the Japanese army, ordered the entire division to deploy three times more troops at every intersection in the defense area, and ordered the entire division to enter a wartime state.
In other words, although Sou Shan employed 1,800 men, in fact, in this area of only 20 kilometers in radius, an infantry division and five military dogs belonging to the infantry division were used.
Originally, due to limited supplies, the proportion of Chinese military dogs raised was not large. However, the 17th Division was originally stationed in the northwest. Senior officers had a hobby of hunting rabbits and badgers in autumn, so they used their resources to raise some Shaanxi fine dogs.
These hunting dogs, which ate imperial food but hunted for personal preference, may have average fighting ability, but they were good at hunting, especially when the Japanese army left more than a dozen remains for the hunting dogs to sniff.
Humans can't smell the smell of beef and canned fish on the Japanese soldiers, but that doesn't mean China's most distinctive hunting dogs can't smell it.
The command to identify each department was so rude that it made people's hair stand on end. He asked: "Fujiwara Senyu is a bastard!" The reply was: "Fuck him!"
No matter how proficient the Japanese are in Chinese, they may not be so fluent when faced with the "Three Character Classic" that only Chinese people can speak fluently!
A huge war machine was completely activated because of Fujiwara Senzuo's carbine.
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An area less than eight miles away from Yesanpo.
Fujiwara Senzuo, who was carrying a Chinese soldier tied like a rice dumpling, suddenly stopped and looked towards the distant mountains.
"Our Four Lines Regiment will definitely settle the score with you, and the commander of our regiment will not let you go." Apart from saying this, the Chinese soldier who was knocked unconscious by his palm never spoke again, even if
The angry Miyamoto Ono and others violently broke off his hands and feet.
No knife is used, because there is fear that the blood will spill out and attract the pursuit of Chinese military dogs. The Chinese elite team that was ambushed was carrying a big dog. It was definitely not used as a decoration, otherwise Fujiwara Senzuo would not have been so cautious.
Sprinkle the powder.
"It turns out that your Commander Tang is actually here too!" Fujiwara Senio looked at the nearly unconscious Chinese soldier being held in his hands and suddenly whispered.
Then, he felt that the blood flow of the Chinese soldier being carried accelerated at a certain moment, even if it was just for a moment.
This is undoubtedly an extremely determined soldier, and he has seen the ferocity of the man in front of him, but he still cannot fully understand the horror of the man in front of him.
A seemingly casual question, but it was chosen at the moment when the soldier was about to fall into unconsciousness. Without him needing to say anything, his suddenly accelerated heartbeat and blood flow rate had already proved Fujiwara's conclusion.
Fujiwara Senio was originally not sure that Tang Dao was here. After seeing the behavior of the Chinese soldiers, he knew that asking him directly would not reveal the true situation even if he killed him, so he chose this unexpected moment.
Then, he got the answer he wanted most!
"I really didn't expect, Tang Jun! With your respect as the leader of the regiment, you would actually carry out such a dangerous mission. However, you must be very angry now! Do you really want to kill me? You know, I am always there
I don't miss you anymore!" He stretched out his palm and knocked the Chinese soldier who was holding him unconscious completely. Fujiwara Senzuo looked at the distant mountains with a hint of joy in his mouth, and his tone was joyful and gentle.
The Japanese soldiers who retreated with Fujiwara looked at each other in disbelief. They were already in awe of their despairingly powerful boss, but they couldn't understand why he was smiling like a DER!
The ambush mission was not completed and 16 people died on the battlefield. The Chinese will definitely use heavy troops to pursue them. It is still unknown whether everyone can escape. In this situation, they can still be happy?
Boss, I'm afraid you're out of your mind!
Mortals don't understand masters. Even though they were all elites selected by hundreds of thousands of Japanese soldiers, they were mentally weaker than Sen. Fujiwara.
What they call living is just for killing!
But some people live to evolve!
Of course, Tang Tuanzuo's response to this has always been: Don't pretend to be cool, otherwise you will get slapped with thunder!
Fujiwara Senzuo, who has been walking in the world of showmanship, never expected that he would reunite with his old rival on the battlefield after four months.
He could only imagine Tang Dao's anger, especially after seeing the declaration of war he had made with a corpse.
Tang Dao, will he catch up in person?
Thinking that he stayed in the army just to confront this old opponent again, killing him would clear away the haze of being almost knocked unconscious by that man a few months ago, and then he could once again enter the supreme martial arts, Fujiwara Battle.
Xiong was a little anxious but also had a hint of fire in his heart.
For him, death is not terrible! What is terrible is that the shadow of that person keeps lingering in his thoughts.
Fujiwara Senio is full of confidence. He has never slacked off in the past four months, whether it was on the training ground or in a life-and-death fight.
Now, after experiencing the battlefield, he is at least 10% stronger, both physically and mentally, than he was four months ago.
On the other hand, Tang Dao was already the supreme commander commanding two to three thousand men. I heard that he even got engaged during his long march.
A commander who can only hide behind death, a man entangled by a woman's tenderness, will he still be the iron-blooded warrior who will decide life or death with every move?
A cold light flashed in Fujiwara's slender eyes, he exhaled gently, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "I'm waiting for you to come, but you, don't let me down!"
Hearing the rapid footsteps and slight breathing of several subordinates who were only twenty or thirty meters away from him, Fujiwara Sentio sighed slightly. Even if he was stronger than him, running wildly for nearly half an hour without stopping,
I feel a little weak, not to mention these subordinates who are weaker than myself, they are finally tired.
If they keep running like this, they may tire themselves out without the Chinese catching up with them. Then what strength will they have to fight the Chinese?
"Everyone, please rest for ten minutes. Then, under the command of Lieutenant Miyamoto, we will retreat to the north. The field radio must not be turned on during the journey. Only when we reach a safe position can we send a report to the East Route Army Headquarters, asking them to send out the rest of our special agent team.
The personnel will come to pick you up and wait." Fujiwara Senio ordered, standing in front of his subordinates who were breathing heavily but still standing neatly in front of him, with no trace on his face.
"Fujiwara-dono, won't you retreat with us?" Lieutenant Miyamoto, who was personally named by Fujiwara Senzuo, took a step forward and asked.
"Those elites of the Four Elements Regiment and Tang Dao have received that letter of challenge, not to mention they still have people in our hands. They will definitely pursue us. The goal of the nine of us together is too big.
Moreover, their most important target is me, Miyamoto-kun, do you understand?" Faced with his subordinate's somewhat concerned questions, Fujiwara Senzuo frowned slightly, but finally explained.
"Also, although you will be the top commander of my special agent team, I have another suggestion. If the Chinese use heavy troops to search the mountains, you'd better divide into four groups to break out! To avoid...
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Although I didn't make it too clear, the meaning was very clear. Breaking out into small groups can avoid the tragic situation of being blamed for everything.
This also shows that Fujiwara Senzuo is well aware of the seriousness of the current situation, but he still has to act alone.
There is no doubt that this is extremely dangerous.
"Your Excellency..." the Japanese lieutenant's voice was choked with sobs.
Obviously, Fujiwara Senzuo's order of using himself as bait to attract the pursuers and leaving his last words really moved him to death.
"You guys, do you have any more questions? As for trying to persuade me to change my mind, don't say any more. Soldiers must obey military orders as their bounden duty."
"Hi!"
"If you encounter Chinese farmers in the mountains, kill them all to avoid exposing their whereabouts. May your military fortunes be prosperous." Fujiwara Senio nodded slightly when he saw that his subordinates were all solemnly accepting the order.
Then, carrying the Chinese soldier who had completely fallen into a coma, he turned around and disappeared into the dense forest without any hesitation.
"Prosperous military fortune!" Eight Japanese soldiers watched as their commander disappeared into the dense forests of the Chinese mountains.
Of course, Fujiwara Senio and the eight Japanese soldiers did not know that the furious Commander Zhao of the 17th Division had already mobilized troops to block their retreat to the north. Whether it was the top Japanese martial arts master who used his body as bait or the eight elite Japanese soldiers, what they faced
, three infantry battalions with more than 1,800 troops pursued them one after another, and thousands of people weaved a large net in the mountains.
