Yamamoto Ichiki first killed Okasaka Hikawa who threatened him, and then killed the guards who discovered his actions.

Opening the window of the military box, he threw the guard's body off the train, and then folded the body of Hikawa Okasaka, showing a kneeling posture.

He placed the dagger in Okasaka Hikawa's hand, and he himself knelt in front of Okasaka Hikawa, and at the same time took off the sword and placed it in front of him.

All this Yamamoto Ichiki did was just to forge a scene where Okasaka Hikawa died of suicide.

Otherwise, if the commander knew that he had slaughtered the empire's grandson, even as the confidant of Yoshihiro Yoshikazuka, no one could protect him.

This is also why Yamamoto Ichiki killed the guards at the door, because the latter saw everything he did.

As he said, only dead people will keep them confidential.

Not long after, the train returned to the Zhuangzikou stronghold. As the train stopped, the Japanese army on the train disappeared from Captain Okasaka Hikawa for a long time, so they came to the carriage to look for it.

When he opened the door, he saw Yamamoto Iki's face full of sadness, while Okasaka Hikawa, opposite him, was covered with blood, and his intestines and internal organs flowed all over the floor.

Yamamoto Ichigi looked sad and said in a low voice: "Send a telegram to General Kawamura Kuroshi, saying that Okasaka Kwan was deeply aware of his mistakes and had no face to return to the local area. On the military line... he apologized to the Emperor for his own ruthlessness!"

He stood up, with a serious expression with a hint of sorrow, slowly bowed deeply to Okasaka Hikawa's body, then took a deep breath and said, "Take me to see General Miyao's body."

After getting off the train, seven or eight Zero fighter jets kept hovering over the Zhuangzikou stronghold, looking for traces of the Eighth Route Army.

Yamamoto Ichiki looked around and saw that although most of the buildings in the Zhuangzikou stronghold were still there, the three most important artillery towers were all blown up by artillery shells, and there were many Japanese corpses at the foot of the hillside.

But the corpse of the Eighth Route Army was not seen, which was really strange. He asked the Japanese officer who was staying at the stronghold beside him, and said, "Why are the corpse of the Eighth Route Army?"

The left-behind Japanese officer at the Zhuangzikou stronghold pointed to several corpses not far away and said, "Report to Colonel Yamamoto, there!"

Yamamoto Ichiki took a few steps, looked at the five eighth-way corpses lying on the ground, frowned, and asked, "Why are there only five corpses, and the rest?"

The left-behind Japanese officer paused, lowered his head, and said awkwardly: "There are only more than ten Tujia Route Army members who came to attack, so there are only five Tujia Route Army bodies at the scene..."

"Baga!" Yamamoto Ichiki slapped in anger, slapped the officer in the face and cursed angrily: "Are you pigs? More than a dozen Tujiao Route Army members entered the heavily guarded stronghold?"

The left-behind officer paused and explained in a low voice: "The Eighth Route Army attacked us, and their firepower was too strong, and they quickly occupied the circular fortifications on the hillside..."

"Silly pig! A waste! No matter how you quibble, it cannot cover up the fact that you are defeated!" Yamamoto Ichi's wood rushes and continues: "Okamoto has already pierced his belly to apologize to His Majesty the Emperor. I think you will follow his steps!"

"Hi!" The left-behind officer bowed his head and dared not refute.

At this moment, Yamamoto Ichiki was the first unit to arrive, and the other reinforcements were still on the way.

Yamamoto Ichiki came to the army train that I was taking on Miyano Road and saw that the entire army train car was full of holes and a mess.

A Japanese army lifted up a piece of white cloth, revealing the bodies of Miyanodao below.

Looking at the fragmented Miyano Daichi, Yamamoto Ichiki couldn't help but feel frightened. The methods of the Eighth Route Army were too cruel!

He waved his hand and signaled the soldiers to move the Miyanodao area away from here.

Two medical soldiers came over with a stretcher and placed Miyano Doichi's body piece by piece on the white cloth on the stretcher.

Suddenly, just as they moved their torso, two dull collisions came from the corpse one after another, as if something had fired!

Yamamoto Ichigi was very alert and reacted almost instantly, shouting: "Grenade, lie down!"

At the same time, his body fell to the ground.

Boom! Boom!

Two huge explosions sounded, and two medical soldiers and three Japanese soldiers near the corpse were instantly beaten into sieve by the Type 82 steel ball grenade!

At the same time, the huge explosive force of the grenade shattered a corpse of Miyanodao. The broken limbs and broken arms mixed with blood and flesh fell from the sky like hail, hitting the ground and making a sound.

Yamamoto Ichigi felt something hit on his head. When he looked up, he saw that it was half a broken chin and several yellowed teeth on it!

At the same time, he also felt a severe pain from his shoulders, and a piece of grenade penetrated into his flesh.

"Damn the Tuba Route!" Yamamoto Ichigi got up with gritted teeth, looking at the fragments of the corpses on the ground and the five Japanese soldiers who fell down, feeling a chill in his heart.

Especially when he saw the iron sheet in the carriage being punched out with dense pits, he felt even more chilled.

You can see that under the iron sheet of the carriage is covered with steel beads of uniform size, emitting a cold light under the sun!

He pinched one of them and put it in the palm of his hand to observe carefully, and his expression gradually changed color.

"Such fine workmanship is definitely not a weapon of the Eighth Route Army!"

Suddenly, he saw a few yellow shells not far away and quickly picked up one.

From his professional perspective, the caliber of this shell is much larger than that of the 38-large Heshang rifle bullet, but it is a circle smaller than the bullet used by the Eighth Route Line, but it is shorter than that of ordinary rifle bullets.

"Is this a new weapon developed by other countries?"

Yamamoto Ichigi was confused, but his eyes showed a cold look and said to himself: "No matter what, this group of terrifying eighth leaders must die!"

...

Yangcun, Independent Group.

Li Yunlong led three battalions, carried supplies, and rushed back to his base in a mighty manner.

Although one-quarter of the soldiers in the first battalion suffered casualties, fortunately, they also collected some of the puppet troops in the cavalry battalion, which did not hurt them.

In Li Yunlong's words, there is nothing that can't kill people in war, and winning or losing is the most important thing.

If you win, it doesn’t matter if he, the regiment commander, dies. If you lose, even if the soldiers get a little skin, it is called a loss.

And this time, they naturally won. Although they didn't catch up with the Japanese, they relied on their huge momentum and reputation to beat the Eighth Mixed Brigade of the Imperial Alliance Army and got 20,000 kilograms of white flour rice!

What's more, there are about 300 military horses and corresponding equipment. For the poor independent group, these things can be said to be the God of Wealth entering the door and becoming rich all of a sudden!

Everyone in the Independent Group showed a satisfied look on their faces. The eyes of Li Yunlong gradually changed, and the resistance in their eyes was disappearing bit by bit.

"Political Commissar Zhao, how about it? Now there are food and military horses. If you have some heavy firepower equipment, I dare to beat him, the Japanese army! "
Chapter completed!