Yoshida looked at the resources around him again. There were still eleven soldiers who could fight, two could barely follow, and two could barely move. In such a harsh combat environment, soldiers who could not move must not be a drag on everyone.
Yoshida walked up to a soldier lying next to the trap, raised his hands to the soldier, and shouted: "Long live Tianhuang, long live Tianhuang."
The soldier who couldn't move cried out in tears and wisely touched the rifle on the ground. Unfortunately, the rifle was too long. Although the imperial warrior was very strong, he still couldn't pick up the rifle and shoot himself after a long time. This imperial soldier
The warrior looked at Major Yoshida helplessly and murmured: "Mom, mom."
Yoshida took out the King Bar box, pulled the bolt, and pointed the gun at the head of the Imperial Warrior. He gritted his teeth, turned around, and pulled the trigger. There was a "bang" sound, and a small bloody eye opened on the Imperial Warrior's head.
, went back to Danwan Island to meet my mother.
The other two soldiers carried the imperial warrior who could not move. The warrior looked at the dead warrior in front and took off a melon grenade from his chest. The two soldiers who were carrying him quickly put him down and walked away silently.
Gone to the side.
"Long live the sky." This imperial warrior used his last strength, shouted a boring poison-like slogan, and fired the grenade. After a "boom", an innocent bamboo tree next to him was blown up.
The bamboo pole rang several times, and the "croak" fell down. The chest of the imperial warrior was blown to bits, and it was black and still smoking. Unfortunately, the special force commander seized a grenade and the iron
Dan must have felt very sorry for this grenade when he saw it.
Yoshida looked at the shattered looks of the two sons of the Imperial Army, and couldn't help but think of his sons who served on the Yamato and were loyal to the emperor. The eldest son had died in the Midway Islands, and the younger son's Yamato was still sailing at sea.
, Yoshida faced the small island on the other side of the ocean, lowered his head and bowed.
The sergeant and other soldiers also followed the major and bowed deeply in the direction of home. They already felt that death was around them. Perhaps this was the last time they bowed in the direction of home.
Yoshida, who was about to say something, turned around and looked at the imperial warriors in front of him, but said nothing. In the end, he shouted the instinctive slogan: "Long live Tianhuang, long live Tianhuang."
"Long live the sky, long live the sky." A group of executioners who were once extremely vicious and cruel used ignorant slogans to anesthetize their fragile nerves in the end.
Just when the old Japanese with a strong sense of ritual and the young Japanese were screaming, Brother Chao finally found the shooting target. Through the gap in the bamboo forest, Brother Chao saw a Japanese who was shouting slogans.
Brother Chao clearly saw the Japs face through the sniper scope. He was dark, had a big mouth, small eyes, and a flat nose. There was a big black mole on the left side of his face, and there was a bunch of disgusting ghost hairs on the mole.
The more Brother Chao watched, the more disgusted he became. He was too lazy to look. He gently pulled the trigger with his finger, and the bullet flew past like an arrow. The bullet hit the devil's forehead. The bullet penetrated from the devil's forehead into his head full of shit. The devil didn't.
He said nothing, there was no pain, no coldness, he fell to the ground and was dead on the spot.
Brother Chao's shot tore a big hole in Xiao Benzi's so-called hypocritical appearance of advocating etiquette.
"Hidden." Yoshida shouted and hid behind the bamboo. The Japanese hid one after another, looking at Major Yoshida, waiting for Major Yoshida's order.
Yoshida's eyes widened, and traces of blood filled them. Yoshida had lost his so-called reason, forgot about the bullshit Sun Tzu's Art of War, and was ready for the last fight.
"Warriors, take off your hats." When Yoshida shouted, the imperial warriors knew that the last moment had arrived, and they all took off their dog-skin-like military hats with two ear flaps and threw them on the ground.
"Warriors, fix your bayonets." Yoshida shouted, looking around at the ten soldiers in front of him. The soldiers clicked their bayonets on the ground, holding rifles in both hands, with a white cloth strip wrapped around their bare heads.
There is a round, red dot printed on it, which is comparable to the dog-skin plaster of the Chinese Taoist priests, except that the dog-skin plaster of the Chinese Taoist priests is black and looks calmer, while the little devil's plaster is red, and the scarlet color is so intense that I believe that nothing can be done.