Hong Mao was relieved and turned to look at the expressions of the soldiers. The whole row of soldiers were so surprised that their jaws almost dropped. Xu Tongyue's voice came from behind again: "Who recorded this voice? It's really sweet."
The young soldier nodded slightly.
A jeep parked at the entrance of the third camp. Three people came out of the camp and stood in front of the car to chat. The snipers locked on these people nervously and pointed their guns at the jeep, waiting to kill them the moment they got into the car.
The enemy, anyone can see that this jeep is a communication tool for reporting to superiors.
Chen Zhiyuan also picked up the rifle, but he aimed at the jeep's tires, breaking its legs to see how it would move.
Suddenly, several people in front of the car pressed their heads with their hands and squatted on the ground trembling. The jeep also started to shake, and it staggered into a tent and stopped in front of a large box with a machine gun tower.
The Japanese jumped down from above, curled up in pain, and trembling on the ground.
The Japanese soldiers who ran out of the camp and covered their heads were scurrying around like flies. Two tanks collided with each other. The front windshield of the armored vehicle suddenly shattered. A soldier with a bloody face suddenly fired a machine gun.
Trigger...
The whole camp suddenly became chaotic. Hongmao stood up, raised his arms and shouted: "Comrades, we succeeded. Keep up the infrasonic attack. The other soldiers rushed forward with me. Leave all the heavy weapons here and pull out your weapons."
Military assassins, leave no one behind..."
"Oh! Charge!" The soldiers could no longer hold back any longer. Looking at the chaotic Japanese soldiers, they rushed out of the woods with ferocious smiles.
Japanese soldiers also discovered the sudden appearance of the Chinese army, but most of the soldiers were already huddled on the ground and shivering.
A few soldiers were also holding on bitterly. They could only watch the fierce-looking Chinese soldiers running over and were helpless. A few soldiers looked at the situation, tremblingly held their rifles and raised them forward, but they did not have the slightest strength.
Pull the trigger.
I occasionally remembered one or two gunshots, but my weak hands could no longer support the recoil of the rifle. I watched the rifle fall to the ground and fell to the ground dejectedly, watching the Chinese soldiers waiting for the judgment of their fate.
Hongmao led the wolf-like warriors and rushed into the camp of the Japanese Fukuoka Independent Regiment that was huddled on the ground. Hongmao took the lead in pulling out the military thorn and stabbed it into the chest of a Japanese soldier who was trembling on the ground.
Warriors are looking for their goals like a tide.
The entire military camp became an excellent target for Chinese soldiers to practice their swordsmanship. The soldiers competed with each other to kill each other with the swordsmanship. The Japanese soldiers lay limp on the ground, helplessly waiting for the dazzling swordsmanship to penetrate their vital organs.
They even lost the strength to shout. As the military thorns pierced their bodies, a trace of sound escaped from their throats, and they went to find their seniors in the Yasukuni Shrine as if they were relieved.
Seeing the Chinese soldiers strutting around in the military camp like tourists, many Japanese had fire in their eyes, but eyes cannot kill the enemy.
Chinese soldiers gathered together in twos and threes, studying how to use knives. As the soldiers became more and more proficient in their skills, fewer and fewer Japanese were lying on the ground able to breathe.
The soldiers who noticed this situation also began to stop the one-stab killing technique, and gradually learned to cut with a thousand cuts. The knife began to stop attacking the vital points of the Japanese soldiers who were curled up on the ground, and specifically selected the places with the most flesh to strike. With a flash of silver light,
A piece of thigh meat was cut off by the soldiers with a smile.
But what makes the soldiers regretful is that the Japanese have lost the function of their voices. They only have expressions of pain, and half of this expression comes from infrasonic attacks.
A man who was tied up like a rice dumpling was brought to Hong Mao. At this time, Hong Mao frowned and looked at his curled military spurs in worry.
Zhao Yongbo saluted and said: "Captain, this is the commander of Little Japan, who was snatched out of the command post by us."
Hongmao looked up at him, then turned away and continued to look at the military thorn in his hand. The blood was hot, and a weapon that saw blood would quickly curl up even if it was cut into pieces, unless it was a legendary magic weapon.
Seeing that the captain did not answer him, Zhao Yongbo was a little anxious and repeated. Hong Mao stood up and patted his butt and continued to look for the Japanese soldiers who were not dead. Although the curled weapons were sharp, they could still kill people, especially the Japanese. He
Let's go, Zhao Yongbo will be exposed right away.
Zhao Yongbo looked at the two soldiers beside him, patted the prisoner with a painful expression, and said mockingly: "The captain ignores us, let's go find the instructor."
After seeing Huang Qiuchen, Zhao Yongbo didn't expect that he, who had just pulled out the military thorn, would actually say: "How did you capture a prisoner? Didn't you hear the company commander said that we don't want to take prisoners? It's nothing but trouble for us. Find a place to deal with it and forget it."
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Zhao Yongbo said with some reluctance: "Instructor, this is a battalion commander and the highest commander of this camp. I believe he must know something."
Huang Qiuchen lowered his head again and stabbed the Japanese soldier on the ground into the chest. He raised his head and said, "Do whatever you have to do. Don't cause trouble for me from here."
Huang Qiuchen looked at the prisoner's epaulettes and said disdainfully: "He's just a major. What's there to show off? Hurry up and take action. There are too many enemies here."
Zhao Yongbo angrily led the prisoner out and squatted on the ground. The poor major prisoner was helplessly thrown aside by the other two soldiers. The three of them stared at each other with big eyes in depression...
A major was captured and could at least receive first-class merit. At this moment, the price was the same as that of a private. The three of them reluctantly pulled out their military spurs and watched as the commander hesitated to take action.
Qian Fenggu walked over with a smile. When he saw the living Japanese, his eyes were bright, he pulled out his military bayonet and practiced bayonet throwing it directly through the major's throat!
Zhao Yongbo saw his prisoner turned into a corpse, and stood up angrily to fight Qian Fenggu. At this time, Hongmao suddenly shouted: "Speed up the progress, save time, the infrasonic attack is about to end."
Qian Fenggu looked at Zhao Yongbo with a smile, waved his hands and turned around to look for the enemy. Zhao Yongbo was left alone and depressed. He gritted his teeth and vented his anger on the defenseless Japanese.
Hongmao had long noticed that the soldiers had begun to use an entertainment mentality to deal with the Japanese soldiers lying in the camp. Many soldiers gathered together and began to bet on how many swords they could kill the enemy. Some soldiers had already stuffed small stones into the Japanese soldiers' chests.
In the nose, in the ears.
At this time, Yu Chenglong was panting and kicked a corpse away and ran over to inform him that the power for the infrasonic attack was about to run out and asked for it to be faster. Hong Mao had to use all his strength to shout out.