Kawasaki didn't know that his command had been isolated from his entire corps. His telephone line had been cut off, and more than a dozen communication soldiers he sent and officers who conveyed the orders had fallen into the trenches not far outside his command. He could only lie on the bed due to leg injuries, while fewer and fewer people could be dispatched in front of him.

The Japanese army was unable to organize effective air defense and failed to organize air shooting. There was a large part of the reason why they were unable to convey their orders with Kawasaki. The Japanese army, which had lost command, could only fight on their own. At dawn, the Japanese defenders could not stop the German army from further expanding their results.

The position was in chaos, and the Japanese troops next door didn't even know what was going on here. They only saw a fire on the defense line of Kawasaki's troops and could hear the roar of the aircraft engine. Some troops reported this situation to the division command center behind, but the answer given there was: idiot, no plane can bomb at low altitudes at night! Are you crazy?

Just when the Japanese army was in chaos, outside the command department of the Kawasaki United, the German army had killed all the guards on duty and destroyed the two nearby machine gun positions. More than a dozen special forces surrounded Kawasaki's command center, and then kicked open the not-so-sturdy door with impatience.

The Japanese soldiers inside obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet. The Japanese electromechanical and electrical officer sitting on the radio transmitter just turned around and was shot in the forehead and collapsed on his chair. The Japanese officer standing next to the electromechanical officer just cursed and was also neatly put to the ground.

When Kawasaki struggled to sit up from his bed, his chief of staff and two officers from the wing command were easily killed by German soldiers. The fastest reaction among them was just pressing his hand on the hilt of the command knife. Before he could even pull out one tenth of his knife, he was hit and fell down by a bullet.

"Baga!" Kawasaki, who reacted, reached out to his hand and pulled out his self-defense pistol from the armed belt hanging on the edge of the bed. The two bullets fired by the German special forces were blocked by the military doctors beside him. So Kawasaki became the last survivor in the room and the last person in the room to resist.

He shot the door with a pistol, and then the witty Kawasaki lies on the bed and opens fire, shouting loudly: "Come here! Guards! An enemy has broken in! An enemy has broken in!"

He hoped that his gunshots and shouts would remind the soldiers around him. After all, as the command center of the corps, there were many nearby guards and combat troops. At least someone should have heard his shouts and surrounded them from all directions to annihilate the enemies who broke in. But what he didn't know was that the surroundings had long been cleared by the German special forces, and with the huge attacks on the German helicopters there, the small fights here could not attract anyone's attention at all.

"It may not be easy to catch a living like this! Kill and retreat!" The officer leading the team looked at the watch on his wrist and spoke. The brightness around him had already increased, forcing him to give up the idea of ​​catching prisoners, because the sun was about to rise in a while, and they also had to end the battle in their hands quickly and prepare to cooperate with the main force to seize the position.

So several German special forces members understood it and poked out from both sides of the door and shot at the camp bed where Kawasaki was. It was originally an extremely unrealistic thing to expect a sergeant to fight against a group of special forces soldiers, so Kawasaki was naturally shot and died in this strafing.

When the German soldiers rushed into the command center and searched for something valuable, blood from the Kawasaki corpses' chest dripped down the edge of the bed to the ground. A German special forces soldier passed by Kawasaki's body, then used his own muzzle to tweak the "Tornado Box" pistol, and pulled the gang battle flag belonging to Kawasaki's body from next to Kawasaki's body.

The wing flags of each regiment were personally awarded to the first commander of the regiment by the Japanese Emperor, but this tradition has not been implemented for a long time when the Japanese army expanded their troops in a crazy manner. However, as a veteran Japanese main force, the wing flags were indeed personally awarded by the Japanese Emperor. However, now this wing flag has become the spoils of the Germans, just like the Japanese officer's self-defense pistol that had been exhausted.

This 14-year Japanese pistol is famous for its huge pistol holster. Because some round holsters are named "Tornado Box" by Chinese people who hate the Japanese army. However, there is no such nickname among the German army. On the contrary, because its shape is very similar to the Ruger pistol of the German officer, it is one of the spoils that the German army likes very much.

As time passed by minute by minute, a German helicopter unit was finally shot down by the Japanese air defense fire. The crashed plane rushed directly into the trenches of the Japanese soldiers. The huge explosion of the flames almost rose at the same time as the sun in the horizon.

Even in the 21st century, the US military often suffered casualties when facing those backward opponents at World War II. Therefore, in 1939, the German army was far from the declining Japanese team, and could not fight a crushing battle with zero casualties. The crashed helicopter forced the German helicopter troops to restrain a little. As the sky was dazzled, the German helicopters began to retreat cautiously, leaving a messy position to the Japanese army.

"Baga! How can these planes hover in the sky? How do they fly into the sky without wings?" Some strange questions kept appearing among the Japanese soldiers. Everyone stared at the German planes leaving in the distance, and their hearts were filled with indescribable frustration.

His position was baptized by the other party for almost 30 minutes. The dense rockets and machine cannon shells like raindrops caused countless losses to the Japanese army. Hundreds of people were injured and killed. As a result, the Japanese army only shot down one of the opponent's helicopters, which was not even considered venting their anger.

"Damn, how did we get into such a powerful enemy? Do those idiots in the base camp only know how to play with women? I said, how many people will we die in fighting such an enemy?" When the battlefield began to clean up, looking at the corpses covered with bullet holes around me, and looking at the comrades who had been beaten to death, the doubts became more and more. Everyone complained in frustration, and no one seemed to notice that their troops had not received the commander's order for a long time.

"I said, we were beaten so badly, are there no new combat orders on the wing command?" After throwing the body in his hand into the crater, a sergeant finally realized the various strange things that happened before dawn. The command did not even give a statement. He frowned and looked in the direction of the wing command. Before he could speak again, he heard the German assault rifle coming from there, the coherent and unique gunshots.

"The Germans sneaked into our wing command! The whereabouts of the Kawasaki wing captain is unknown!" As the dense gunfire reached the Japanese sergeant's ears, there was this shocking news. He was surprised and turned his eyes to the direction of the wing command again, and then he didn't know anything when he saw it.

In a machine gun bunker above the command of the Kawasaki United, a sniper from the German special forces moved his sight away from the Japanese sergeant who was shot and aimed at the next unlucky guy. The sky was already bright and his role was finally fully displayed. He hated the dark night because he could not see those distant targets at all.

With his breathing, the cross-sighting star in the sight had already pressed on another Japanese soldier standing still. He skillfully pulled his trigger. The bullet penetrated two or three hundred meters away and pierced the Japanese soldier's chest, and a white smoke splashed on the mound behind the Japanese army.

Just as the Japanese soldiers finally recovered their lost courage and launched an attack on their corps headquarters, a burst of shouts broke out from the German positions. With the sound of gunfire, the roar of the German tank engines also came out. One after another, the leopard tanks rushed out of the bunker that had been dug for the Japanese tanks, and rushed towards the direction of the Japanese positions.

The Japanese defenders were desperately launching attacks on their command center. The offensive like waves was repelled again and again by the German special forces with sufficient ammunition. Finally, they had an absolute advantage in number. The Japanese army was very confident that they could annihilate this group of bold enemy troops on their positions.

However, as the German tanks on the opposite position began to attack, in another command center that commanded the Japanese battle, Miyamoto's corps, the armored unit, wrapped gauze on his head, issued an order to continue retreating to his chariot troops: "Let the people of the Kawasaki United retreat quickly! If they are bitten by the German army, the entire position will be completely finished!"

In the past day, Miyamoto had no idea how many times he had heard and said "completely finished". He only knew that during this period, his troops and friendly troops were really "completely finished" again and again. At this time, he had no strength to curse or be furious. He could only numbly give orders to retreat again, and then flee from his command center with unwillingness and loss.
Chapter completed!