Because the two Chinese commanders were too far away, they only saw the flames rising into the sky, but had no idea what happened.
But the Japanese army was much closer, only two hundred meters away, the flames were so hot and so bright, everything that happened on the battlefield was naturally visible.
Captain Naoo Matsumoto's eyes burned for the third time before dawn.
The first time was when a grenade exploded on one's own side. The red light from the explosive was only fleeting, but it was already painful to the pupils.
The second time, it was a trench stained red by blood.
Before issuing the order to chase down the attacker, the heart-rending cry of a soldier a hundred meters away did not initially attract his attention. He simply ordered the communications troops to silence the idiot.
And when the Japanese captain who finally got free arrived at the scene, he finally understood why the soldier kneeling in the mud like a sculpture was crying like an idiot.
Across this long distance, the strong smell of blood rushed into the Japanese captain's nose.
That's the smell of blood.
But, how much blood does it take to convey this smell across such a long distance?
As the distance got closer, the Japanese captain's heart kept sinking.
The increasingly strong stench of blood made him mistakenly believe that he was running towards a slaughterhouse instead of the trenches of his 2nd Infantry Team.
When he stood next to the private who was kneeling on the ground with his face buried in the mud and crying like a resentful spirit, and looked around through the afterglow of the flare not far away, the Japanese captain finally knew what had defeated the warriors under his command.
.
Even though he is just a second-class soldier.
Even he wanted to kneel down.
The entire 30-meter-long trench was filled with blood and corpses that were still flowing.
An infantry squad, except for the private who was still kneeling on the ground, was lying quietly in the trench.
A total of fourteen people, from sergeants to privates, just one person.
They were visited by the devil in their sleep, it must have been like this.
As I slowly approached, I could clearly see that most of the people had ferocious expressions on their faces.
The Japanese captain believed that they must be in pain at the moment of death.
However, why was there no resistance, why was there not even a sound of reluctance at the last moment of running towards death? Was it the devil who had grabbed their throats?
There is no need to deliberately look at the group of three sentries deployed by the 2nd Infantry Squad more than 20 meters away. The Japanese captain knew that since the devil visited this position and slaughtered an entire infantry squad, those three sentries must be finished.
Already.
The Japanese captain, who was desperately suppressing his inner grief and fear while marching in the trench, became increasingly heavier and his cowhide boots were stained with red mud.
That was because the blood of fourteen people mixed with the mud and water had soaked the soil in the trench even softer.
He didn't try to find anyone who was still alive. The second lieutenant of the second team who followed him had already confirmed that they were all dead.
The cause of death was surprisingly consistent. The stab wounds and 38-style bayonet wounds were all caused by a stab wound to the heart, killing him with one stab.
Naoo Matsumoto could completely imagine the tragic scene ten minutes ago. The Chinese devil who sneaked into this trench was just like the Chinese killing the New Year pig. He covered the mouths of his soldiers with one hand and held the weapons captured from his army in the other.
The sharp blade pierced the heart, and then, no matter how hard the body struggled and twisted, waiting for the heart to lose blood supply, the soldier who completely lost his strength could only fall into a coma, and then die silently.
One after another, until everyone in this trench died.
There is no need to dwell on the despair of those who died at the last moment of their lives. Just looking at the extremely frightened eyes of his subordinates around him, the Japanese captain knew that the courage of the once confident warriors of the empire was greatly diminished.
It's really cruel!
"Devil! He is the devil!" The Japanese recruit who had been kneeling in the mud finally cried loudly with his face in his hands. "I want to go home!"
The mentality of the new recruits was completely shattered.
The furious Japanese captain wanted to pull out his pistol and kill the frail private, but in the end he gave up.
It was not out of protection for his subordinates, but because Naoo Matsumoto did not want one more death toll to be included in tonight's battle report.
Too many people have died.
But there are many things that you don’t just want to do. The darkness before dawn is destined to become poor Captain Naoo Matsumoto’s nightmare.
Together with their lieutenant and squadron deputy and the second lieutenant of the second squadron, the three of them quickly found three sentries more than thirty meters away.
The corpses of the two outposts were wearing steel helmets and leaning against the low wall with their heads hanging down. From a distance, everything seemed normal, but only when you got closer did you realize that it was because of the Type 38 rifle.
The sharp bayonet penetrated from the neck to the back of the head, and their own rifles became corpse supports that allowed them to stand even if they died.
The strange figure in the firelight swaying in the wind of the campfire cast a dark shadow on the low wall like a shadow puppet show being performed, making those who saw this scene feel chilled.
Of course, it's more humiliating.
Whether it's the tragic scenes in the trenches or the weirdness here, it's all a letter of war left by that damn Chinese.
"Baga! Baga!" the lieutenant squadron deputy drew out his command knife, stepped over with several strides, screamed with all his strength and hacked at the low wall frantically.
It seems that it is the Chinese devil.
Naoo Matsumoto looked numbly a few meters away until he was thrown to the ground by a scream from the second lieutenant beside him.
Then, the stunned Japanese captain only heard a terrifying bang.
When he looked up blankly.
Smoke filled the air.
A few seconds later, the low wall was gone, the 'shadow puppet show' was gone, and the lieutenant and squadron deputy under his command who was so impressive just now was also gone.
The power of the two grenades buried under the wall may not be enough to tear the human body into pieces flying around, but there is no problem at all in blowing them up.
How could a person with an anger comparable to the eruption of Mount Fuji pay attention to the slightly scattered green smoke at his feet?
Perhaps, the relatively calm Japanese second lieutenant heard the sizzling sound of the fuse, otherwise Captain Matsumoto would not have to worry about the casualties of his infantry squadron.
He will also be on this list.
If you don't want to increase the number, you can only +1 again.
Perhaps, only the Second Lieutenant of the 2nd Squadron was in a mood other than pure grief. Even though the casualties under his command were close to 20, the squadron deputy was gone, and he also saved the First Lieutenant. If nothing else, this position is very good.
Eighty-nine years are his.
Especially when you see the flames soaring into the sky outside the battlefield a few minutes later.
The casualties of the 3rd Infantry Squadron arrived right in front of his eyes.
It’s such a mixed bag!
But this emotion must not be known to his sluggish boss.
Yes, the Japanese captain, who had worked hard for a long time to accept the fact that his men had suffered heavy casualties, finally couldn't control the sadness he had been suppressing when he looked at the distant battlefield.
Two tears streaked down the captain's cheeks through the edge of the telescope placed in front of him, flowing down unbridled.
That Chinese devil actually has even more terrifying devilish methods.
