After giving the order, the soldiers immediately accelerated the progress of the massacre. Soon after the last 100 or so moving bodies turned into corpses, they began to clean the battlefield. Some soldiers dug a large pit and buried each corpse in it.
Duanmu Xianglong led Chen Feirong and the snipers to the camp from the woods and joined the cleaning team. Hong Mao stood in the center of the camp and scanned the camp vigilantly. The entire camp had been controlled, but Hong Mao still felt a little bit in his heart.
Silly uneasiness, why?
He didn't know that he had the same feeling when the enemy's armored vehicles were rampaging in the Nagasaki arsenal, just like the so-called sixth sense...
Several gunshots were heard in the distance, crisp and dull sounds, and the red hair immediately rushed there.
A soldier fell to the ground from the cold storage, his jaw had been broken by a bullet, white bones were exposed, and blood flowed out.
Zhao Yongbo shouted: "Four cents..."
While pulling out the military spur and rushing in, a Japanese officer squatted on the ground shivering. He saw Zhao Yongbo rushing in like the wind and pulled the trigger fiercely. However, all 7 bullets in the pistol had been used up when Daming rushed into the cold storage.
, he had an idea and threw the pistol towards Zhao Yongbo's face, and at the same time he pounced on him like a hungry tiger.
Zhao Yongbo dodged the pistol thrown at him, and was suddenly hugged by the Japanese officer's waist and pushed out of the cold storage. The two of them twisted together and rolled far away.
The team members gathered around, but they did not fire for fear of accidentally injuring one of their own. The Japanese officer pressed Zhao Yongbo's hand holding the military spur tightly with his knee, and hit Zhao Yongbo's head fiercely with his two fists.
Zhao Yongbo fought back with one arm. He pressed his knee against the Japanese's body, twisted around to take the initiative, pressed the Japanese under him, and stabbed the enemy with spurs in both hands. The Japanese held Zhao Yongbo's arm with one hand.
He used his wrist to prevent the spur from piercing his body, and made a fist with the other hand to hit Zhao Yongbo's head fiercely. Zhao Yongbo quickly dodged, but the Japanese fist changed its direction and hit Zhao Yongbo's wrist, and the spur flew out at once.
The Japanese officer took a breath and stood up suddenly. Zhao Yongbo took advantage of this moment to bite the Japanese officer's throat with his teeth. Blood flowed from Zhao Yongbo's mouth. The Japanese roared and kept hitting Zhao Yongbo with both hands. Gradually, he became stronger and stronger.
It got smaller and smaller, and began to moan slowly, and finally became silent and motionless.
The onlookers witnessed a life-and-death battle and cheered for Zhao Yongbo. Some soldiers held guns and wanted to help. Unfortunately, the distance between the two sides was too close and they were afraid of hurting their comrades. They had to suppress their nervousness and saw
Zhao Yongbo finally won and everyone cheered.
Hong Mao happened to run over and saw Zhao Yongbo lying on a Japanese body, panting. The soldiers around him cheered and applauded loudly. He lowered his face and said, "What are you doing? Are you watching the fun? My comrades."
If there is danger, won't you help? Hurry up and help Zhao Yongbo, and the others will continue working immediately."
When Zhao Yongbo heard Hongmao's voice, he loosened his teeth and turned his head. Blood flowed out of his mouth. His entire lips and chin were soaked with blood. He smiled and said confidently: "There are still people inside..."
The soldier standing next to Hongmao looked at Zhao Yongbo's strange expression. This smile full of blood reminded him of Count Dracula. "There are still people..."
When many soldiers heard Zhao Yongbo's words, they immediately cheered and rushed into the cold storage.
However, they did not find such a tough opponent, but brought out a Japanese captain who knelt on the ground with runny nose and tears begging for mercy.
Two soldiers supported the limp Zhao Yongbo. He laughed at himself embarrassedly and said: "I didn't expect that such a waste could not even deal with a Japanese officer. It seems that it is time to retire."
Hongmao didn't care about the officer. These soldiers were his lifeblood. He walked in front of Zhao Yongbo, observed them carefully, and said, "Shut your mouth. The smell of blood is disgusting."
Zhao Yongbo quickly closed his giggling mouth and pretended to be serious while letting Hong Mao check it out.
After Hongmao confirmed that Zhao Yongbo had no problem, he nodded and walked to the Japanese prisoner, warning: "I'll ask you one question, and you will say one question. If you don't answer a question for three seconds, I will reward you with a knife. Do you understand..."
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The prisoner still had runny nose and tears and did not answer. After Chen Feirong finished translating, Hong Mao turned to look at the soldiers around him. Xu Tongyue pulled out his military thorn and stabbed it into the prisoner's left shoulder. A scream came from the crowd, and the prisoner was in pain.
head.
Hongmao said: "Who are you? Which army do you belong to?"
The prisoner pondered for a moment, then Hongmao looked at the surrounding soldiers again. Chen Zhiyuan's military thorn slipped out of his hand and inserted into the prisoner's right shoulder. There was another scream, and the prisoner collapsed on the support of the two soldiers.
He said in Japanese: "I am a pilot... I should be dealt with according to the Geneva Convention!"
Hongmao shook his head and said, "What you answered is not what you asked." Yu Dahai's knife quickly inserted into the prisoner's left arm.
Hongmao continued: "I am asking you now. When I finish asking, you can ask questions."
Chen Feirong translated Hong Mao's words. When he translated, he not only translated the language, but also completely translated Hong Mao's tone. So when the Japanese prisoner heard this sentence, he hurriedly said: "I will definitely answer!"
Mao continued to ask: "Which army are you from?"
"Assault aircraft pilot of the 1st Battalion of Saga Air Force Base." After answering, the prisoner glanced at Hong Mao.
Hong Mao nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Tell me about the defense situation and aircraft configuration of Saga Air Force Military Base?"
Now that it has begun, the so-called secrets no longer become secrets. Some of the Saga Air Force Base's troops are deployed in Omura, but most of the F-22 fighter jets are still equipped in Saga.
The so-called information of this pilot was actually obtained by Hongmao when he was at the headquarters, but the information showed that Saga had between 35 and 60 aircraft, but this guy was talking about 82 aircraft of various types, including some that would be diverted.
Korean battlefield in Saga to resupply aircraft stranded by electromagnetic attack.
There are two divisions of troops stationed near the airport, both of which can be reached within an hour. Two regiments of troops are also stationed at the airport. The airport is backed by the Kyushu Mountains. The prisoner was very cooperative in drawing a route from here to the airport.
The nearest passage and the only way to go.
Hongmao looked at the prisoner's cooperation and nodded with a smile. The prisoner looked at the devil-like commander's smile, and his nervous heart gradually returned. Hongmao asked again why they were not affected by infrasound waves. The prisoner accompanied him.
He said with a smile: "The two of them just walked into the icehouse to pick up something? The thickness of the icehouse wall is just right to resist the intrusion of infrasound waves."