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Chapter 135 I want to surrender

At the cost of more than 500 people, the Sakamoto detachment finally completed a wartime assembly. Ironically, just as they were about to complete the assembly, the 8th Regiment began to retreat under the command of Jiang Yige. Well, there was a good reason for Jiang Yige's retreat. The once bustling battlefield suddenly became deserted, which showed that the Sakamoto detachment's breakout operation had failed. At this time, even if the 8th Regiment stayed, it would not help. On the contrary, There is a danger of being eaten by the student army. If you don’t retreat now, how long will it take? Jiang Yige ordered to fight and leave while reporting the battlefield situation to Zetian Shigeru. Zetian Shigeru sighed after receiving his call. He did not give him an affirmative answer, but sent an order to Rukawa Kenichi to prepare for a retreat immediately, and the entire army retreated to Pagadian.

When the 8th Regiment began to escape, Sakamoto Takashi was delivering a "last speech" to the remaining 2,500 Japanese with a red face. The little Japanese was frothing and roaring vigorously, and fled back from the mountain road in embarrassment. Deputy detachment leader Toyo Araki sensed something was wrong, so he leaned into his ear and said, "Sir, the gunfire from the north seems to have stopped."

Sakamoto Takashi didn't listen at first, and glared at him fiercely before continuing to yell: "...His Majesty the Emperor is watching our performance in the sky, use all your strength to teach the Chinese people a painful lesson , let them tremble all over when they see our flag from now on."

"His Majesty the Emperor is looking at us from heaven. Is Sakamoto really crazy? Do you dare to say such a thing? Is he cursing His Majesty the Emperor to die?" Araki Toyoo thought like this, and suddenly a shiver ran through his body. He raised his head. Come, face Sakamoto's bloodshot and cold eyes, and quickly stand at attention,

Sakamoto asked sharply: "Northern, what's wrong with Northern?"

"The gunfire stopped."

"Ah, these wimps from the Fourth Division, this coward Shigeru Sawada, can't they hold on for one more minute? Charge, charge, Iwamoto, where is Iwamoto, attack, attack." Sakamoto suddenly waved his command sword to rest. Listian yelled, and the Japanese standing around him all stepped back in unison for fear of being cut by his command knife.

Although Sakamoto's madness was frightening, it also affected quite a few Japanese.

One lens of Iwamoto's glasses was shattered at some point. The kid was holding a bundle of cluster grenades in his arms. His body was trembling while he roared: "Special Forces, follow me." Then he rushed out at the lead.

After rushing out a few meters, the little devil raised his voice and sang a military song with a tearful voice: "You and I are like the cherry blossoms in the second quarter, blooming together in the school garden. The flowers that are blooming can wither for the sake of the country... "

The little devil had just sung a few lyrics when Sakamoto became angry and shouted: "Ba Ge, you bastard Iwamoto, you dare to mess with our military morale." He raised his hand and fired.

Iwamoto's vest was shot, and the kid staggered to his feet, turned around slowly, and continued to hum "Wither, wither." He pulled hard with his right hand, and the cluster grenade in his arms suddenly popped out with a "chichi" sound. White smoke comes,

The Japanese who were following him were all shocked when they saw this. Some shouted: "Quick, knock him down." Others shouted: "Iwamoto, this bastard, he is crazy."

Iwamoto suddenly burst into laughter, and then shouted: "Let's wither together." He rushed towards his comrades,

Immediately behind him were all the special attack team members holding explosive packs or cluster grenades. They saw a brilliant explosion of fire. The next moment, a series of explosions rumbled, and in a moment, at least three mushroom clouds rose into the sky. More than a hundred ghosts were shrouded in fireworks, and they were torn apart by the air waves amidst the cries of ghosts and wolves, and they became the fertilizer that nourished this open land.

"The little devil is crazy." Lu Da said softly,

Xiao Anbao snorted coldly, raised his rifle and started shooting, while shouting: "Hit."

Suddenly, at least two hundred Wei Qing-style assault rifles spit out tongues of fire at the same time. The Japanese special attack team members who rushed to the front were instantly detonated. Explosions came one after another. Hundreds of Japanese soldiers gathered together became the victims of the explosion. Amid the miserable howls, the morale of the Japanese army suddenly dropped below freezing point, and defeat was inevitable again.

"Run, Sakamoto Takashi is crazy."

"Crazy people, a bunch of crazy people."

...The Japanese who thought they were keeping a clear mind cursed and turned around to run away. They collided with their comrades who were still charging mechanically, and suddenly they were thrown into chaos.

Seeing this, Xiao Anbao narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Xiao Sun, blow the charge horn."

Without saying a word, Sun Yaohai took out the trumpet from his waist and started playing "tick tock". In an instant, the whole jungle emitted a deafening cry of killing. All the students who heard the charge rushed towards this side, and the gunshots exploded. The bean-like sound sounded, and the morale of the Japanese army dropped again, and they were completely defeated.

I don't know if it was because of the flashback, but Sakamoto Takashi calmed down at this time. The little Japanese slashed the Japanese in front of him who was confused and turned to run away. Then he raised the sword and shouted: "His Majesty's warriors, fight to the death, fight to the death."

Before he stopped shouting, a flower of blood suddenly burst out on his forehead. The little devil staggered back two steps, his mouth still wide open but no sound came out. The next moment, he fell to the sky, causing another round of exclamations from the little devil. : "Sakamoto-dono is dead." "Detachment leader Yu Sui."

"Stop fighting, surrender, I want to surrender." A Japanese soldier suddenly knelt on his knees, raised his Type 15 semi-automatic rifle and cried,

When a sergeant next to him saw it, he cursed "coward" with splitting eyes, raised his hand and shot the Japs in the heart. The next moment, a bloody flower burst out of his forehead, and he fell to the ground. Followed in his footsteps,

It can be called a one-sided massacre,

Facing the students who were attacking from all directions, many Japanese soldiers hurriedly tried to aim their guns, but were immediately knocked down by the hail of bullets. Groups of Japanese soldiers screamed and fell into a pool of blood. The army's encirclement shrank smaller and smaller. In the end, more than three hundred Japanese were expelled to a place with a radius of less than a hundred meters. They clustered together with pale faces. Many of them had trembling hands and could not even hold their guns steady.

Toyo Araki was very lucky. More than 2,000 Japs were wiped out one after another. Not only was he lucky enough not to die, he was not even slightly injured. The little Japs obviously didn’t expect that the battle would end like this. He sat among several little Japs and watched on the side. Breathing heavily while thinking, he murmured: "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

"Your Excellency, let's surrender." Behind him, a Japanese soldier who looked like a child sobbed.

"It's useless, the Chinese, no, they are the cadet army, they, they will not accept our surrender." A sergeant said tremblingly,

"Then what should I do? I don't want to die. Woohoo, I want to go home. I miss my mother."


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