The sound of machine gunfire from behind the cemetery stopped, and the rain of bullets disappeared. However, the Japanese and puppet soldiers who had just suffered a fatal ambush still huddled behind their respective covers and did not dare to show their heads. They just fired at the cemetery in panic.
, as for where the bullets fired from their rifles went, no one can say for sure, "Go over and see what's going on." An Imperial Association Army squad leader was pointed at by an angry Hashimoto and walked away shrinking.
Several Imperial Alliance soldiers moved toward the cemetery.
It's really a great virtue of his ancestors. This kid and his people actually touched the machine gun position abandoned by Kessler and the others without any injuries. It was because of his caution that he escaped again. "Don't fuck him."
They were rummaging around, so I took care of these machine guns and waited for the imperial army to deal with them." The squad leader used his feet to shove a boy who was messing with the machine guns, turned around and ran back to the road, "Report to Taijun, we found it over there.
Several machine guns were fired, but no one was found. They probably ran away, maybe a small group of blocking troops from the Eighth Route Army." Panting, the team leader ran back to the road, raised his hand, saluted, and then reported his search results to Hashimoto.
"Nani, when did the Eighth Route Army have such good equipment? They used so many machine guns just to fight their own ambush. It's hard to imagine that they had other purposes than just to fight their own ambush." Sitting in the armored vehicle.
Hashimoto Yamayama was a little puzzled. In Hashimoto Yamayama's previous experience of fighting against the Eighth Route Army, he had never encountered a force with such firepower. Hashimoto, who had always been suspicious, couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
"Major, look quickly." The warning smoke in the direction of the deserted village was finally discovered by one of Hashimoto's men. The thick smoke had been carried high by the wind. Hashimoto looked through it with a telescope. Due to the terrain, the deserted village was
He couldn't see the surrounding situation at all. He could only see the smoke floating in the air. "Retreat, we retreat to the county. There are large troops from the Eighth Route Army in front." Hashimoto didn't care about the vanguard troops. He just ordered the armored vehicles to turn around immediately and drive at full speed.
Ma Ma retreated back to the county seat.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise from behind the cemetery. When the Japanese soldiers sent by Hashimoto to collect the machine guns were moving the ammunition boxes, they triggered the booby trap set by Kessler. Fireballs flew into the air mixed with bullets.
The crackling sound was incessant, as lively as the fireworks set off during the New Year. "Retreat, quickly," Hashimoto cursed secretly, commanding the Japanese and puppet troops who could still walk to start turning around and retreating back to the county. His
I had a bad feeling in my heart. The Eighth Route Army's goal this time was probably not just to ambush me, but it might be to seize Zhangwu County.
Leaving corpses all over the ground, Hashimoto ran away with the Japanese and puppet troops who were still able to move. Before retreating, Hashimoto issued a grenade to each of the seriously injured soldiers. Since they had lost the ability to move, they might as well die before their death.
Before, he tried his best to serve the empire by pretending to be dead to delay the eight-pronged pursuit. Hashimoto's arrangement of guarding the commander was not wrong, but he met Zhao Zhi, a person who did not play according to common sense, and Zhao Zhi's hand
There were simply no extra people to clean up the battlefield. Everything had to wait until Hashimoto was completely defeated before Zhao Zhi had the extra manpower to do these things. Therefore, the seriously wounded soldiers assigned by Hashimoto had to twitch and wait for themselves to bleed to death.
But not half of the people who came to clean the battlefield arrived.
"Boom!" Another puff of smoke rose up on the highway, and a few Imperial Army soldiers who were exploring the road came down amidst the wails. "Major, a mine has been found ahead again." Hashimoto angrily hit the inner wall of the armored vehicle with his command knife.
This was the third landmine they encountered. Ever since they started to retreat, things kept happening. Either there were big rocks blocking the road, or they stepped on landmines while walking. For more than an hour, they only walked
We have only gone a few miles, and at this rate, it will be dark by the time we get back to the county seat.
There are more than 300 people in the rear team led by Hashimoto himself. The battle has reached this point. Hashimoto has not yet seen his opponent fighting with him, but he has lost almost one-third of his troops. The imperial soldiers he relies on most have already
The number of 150 people at the start was reduced to less than a squad. At this time, most of the soldiers he led were greedy Imperial Army soldiers who were afraid of death. He still had a lot of weapons and ammunition, but his machine gunners, grenadiers, and gunners all suffered heavy casualties.
The mortars were brought with almost no one to operate them.
"Major, the road ahead is Qingshi Valley. After passing Qingshi Valley, we will reach the county seat in another 10 miles." After they started on the road again cautiously, there were no big rocks blocking the road and no mines. The Imperial Army, who were eager to escape, also accelerated their speed.
If he continues to hold back, Hashimoto Mayama feels a little better. He seems to have seen that the dawn is right in front of him. People will die in the war. As long as Zhangwu County is not lost, no matter how heavy the casualties among his men are, the superiors will not take them.
His life, not to mention that Hashimoto has learned to fabricate battle reports. As long as he captures some civilians and kills them and then falsely reports that they are the Eighth Route Army soldiers he killed, Hashimoto can escape.
Qingshiyu, a land sandwiched between two mountains, is famous for producing large pieces of bluestone. Rich households in Zhangwu County use the large bluestones produced in Qingshiyu to build their houses and lay foundations, so there are many pits dug everywhere.
When passing here, Hashimoto's soldiers had already conducted reconnaissance here. Except for a few masons working on the mountain, they found nothing unusual at all. But now Hashimoto has already become a frightened bird.
If he hadn't sent out advanced troops to reconnoiter, he would not have dared to pass through terrain like Qingshi Valley.
"Major, the vanguards who went up the mountain waved their flags and found nothing unusual. Shall we continue moving forward?" The adjutant, who had been watching the vanguards going up the mountain for reconnaissance with binoculars, ran over. Hashimoto, who had been sitting in the armored vehicle, took the binoculars and looked at the mountain ahead.
Go, there are two Japanese soldiers in the binoculars holding rifles and wiping sweat. Looking at their leisurely looks, it shows that there is indeed no abnormality found on the mountain.
"Let's go" Hashimoto motioned to the driver of the armored vehicle to start. In fact, the terrain of Qingshiyu is not that complicated. There is only a steep slope of only a few tens of meters that is close to the mountain. The rest are all plains and slopes. As long as you can
After quickly passing through the tens of meters of steep slope, Hashimoto finally reached a safe place. Knowing that the terrain was dangerous, the Japanese and puppet soldiers spread their legs and ran as hard as they could. They were about to walk out of that steep slope. All of them
People's hearts were filled with joy. As long as they passed through Qingshi Valley and walked another 10 miles, they could return to the county town. There would be good wine and meat, and all the women in the hall were waiting for them in the county town.
But sometimes, fate likes to joke. Just when the Japanese and puppet soldiers were happy, there were suddenly several explosions from the stone walls at both ends of the team, followed by large rocks rolling down the mountain.
Coming down, Hashimoto and his companions' way out and retreat were blocked. Now it's better. Hashimoto Yamayama, who had been sitting in a tin turtle shell, has become a turtle in a urn and will never run away again. Unless he
I was willing to abandon the armored vehicle and follow the soldiers climbing the big rocks out of Qingshi Valley, otherwise I would just stay inside.
"Baga" Hashimoto jumped out of the armored vehicle with his command knife. There was no way forward and no retreat. The Eighth Route Army was trying to trap itself in Qingshi Valley. "Whoa" Hashimoto Mayama threw his command knife out of the armored vehicle.
He pulled out his sword from its scabbard, pointed it at the pile of big rocks blocking the road ahead and shouted loudly, "Rush over, rush over, we can survive, if we stay, we can only die." The shouting that broke the cauldron in Hashimotoma Mountain
Amidst the sound, the panicked Japanese and puppet soldiers howled and started climbing over the big rocks towards the county seat with their rifles in hand.
"There is Tubal Road," a Japanese soldier who had just climbed up the pile of rocks shouted out, and was shot through the neck by a bullet fired from the opposite direction. He fell down on his back. "Throw grenades to cover, machine guns to press up, and grenades to bombard the front."
At the critical moment of "30 meters", Hashimoto Mayama suddenly became energetic as if possessed by the god of war. He commanded his Japanese and puppet troops who were eager to escape and relied on the pile of stones to start a crazy counterattack. Amidst the explosion of grenades, the Japanese
The puppet army established a firm foothold on Shidui Mountain, and the machine guns set up began to extend their firepower. The dense bullets swept all the suspicious places in front of the stone pile.
I don’t know whether it was Hashimoto’s command and the crazy counterattack of the Japanese and puppet troops that played a role, or the attackers gave up their resistance. Apart from the shouts and shooting of the Japanese and puppet troops, there was no other sound in Qingshiyu. On the mountain road
Except for the large rocks, it seemed that only Hashimoto and the others were left. "Stop shooting." Hashimoto, whose face was covered with gray, raised his hand to signal the Japanese and puppet troops to stop firing. They couldn't see where the attackers were hiding.
Just shoot, it will only be a waste of bullets.
In Qingshi Valley, in addition to the smell of gunpowder smoke, there is only the breeze blowing slowly. Hashimoto hid behind the pile of rocks with some suspicion, using a telescope to check the surrounding situation. The continuous ambushes along the way have made Hashimoto's nerves extremely fragile.
, his razor-sharp face was full of alertness, and he felt that there was an attacker hiding behind the withered grass on the hillside that was blown by the wind, and the black muzzle seemed to be aimed at him, but he did not dare to leave, so he retreated.
There is no way to retreat. Now Hashimoto Mayama seems to be a severe constipation patient, and is about to reach the edge of collapse.
"Major, let me take some people to explore the road first." Hashimoto's adjutant Takeda took off his shirt and walked over with a rifle in his shirt. It's not a problem to stay here like this all the time. He always returns
To return to the county seat, the best way right now is to continue to send out elite soldiers to explore the road. As soon as Takeda finished speaking, Hashimoto Mayama felt a heat in his face. Takeda's head was still shattered by a bullet, and it sprayed
The hot blood and brain matter spilled all over Hashimoto's face.
"Boom" "Boom" "Boom" grenades from unknown sources exploded continuously around the pile of rocks. The splashing shrapnel was mixed with scattered gravel fragments, harvesting the Japanese and puppet troops.
Life, the rocks in Qingshi Valley will turn into pieces of sharp stones as long as they are stressed. Once such pieces of gravel fly around and splash, the lethality is not much weaker than shrapnel. There is no way forward and no way out. Hashimoto and the others
This is truly a dead end, and it is only a matter of time before we are annihilated in Qingshiyu.