Ueda looked at the corpses of soldiers on the ground, and the anger in his heart suddenly surged up. "Immediately, I will go on and search me carefully to see if there are any clues left. In addition, I will search carefully to see if there are survivors." Ueda ordered loudly. His subordinates immediately began to search carefully on the battlefield with the soldiers.

It is said that all the Japanese are cruel and not afraid of death. Today, the Japanese in the Ueda army are scared. They have participated in countless battles, but they have never seen such a tragic battlefield.

In the past, the battle was not as cruel as it is today. The land on the battlefield was blown into scorched earth, and the corpses of soldiers were scattered on the ground. Some soldiers were still chopped into two pieces with big swords, and their arms and legs on the ground were even scattered in every corner. Looking at the corpses that were blown to the point of black, these Japanese soldiers could accept it, but when they saw the corpses whose arms or thighs were cut off, they felt chills and fear in their hearts.

From the corpse, the Japanese could see how miserable these people died. Some of them were killed by bombing. These people were better, so they didn't have to be so painful. Some were chopped into two pieces by the soldiers in the operation department with a big knife, and their intestines and other internal organs were all flowing all over the ground. Some of the Japanese soldiers died the worst, they were the Japanese soldiers who were cut off their arms or thighs during the fight. If they were killed at that time, they would be lucky. Unfortunately, they were not killed at that time, but they left a breath. In the subsequent cleaning, they were stabbed by the soldiers in the operation department. Just looking at the expressions of the Japanese soldiers when they were dying, you can tell how painful they were at that time.

"Damn Eighth Route Army, I'm going to tear you all out of corpses!" Ueda roared angrily after seeing the tragic situation of the soldiers on the ground. Ueda really couldn't hold back the anger in his heart. If he didn't vent it, he would definitely go crazy. "Sir! It seems that the battle here is extremely fierce! Our soldiers are all brave, and they have all fulfilled their responsibilities!" his subordinates said to Ueda.

Ueda trembled a few times, but he didn't say what he said. Ueda felt so bitter at this moment! He felt that he was too unlucky. If he could arrive in time, the soldiers here might not have sacrificed. But he was already late, what should he do? He would definitely be punished when he went back, and he would definitely be considered as a disadvantage for reinforcements. Why is he so unlucky! Ueda felt more and more wronged the more he thought about it.

The subordinate looked at Ueda's expression so strange that he couldn't help but ask, "Sir! What's wrong with you?" "Sir?" Ueda was called back from his inner world. "What's wrong?" Ueda looked at his subordinate in confusion. "Are you okay, should you? " The subordinate looked at Ueda strangely and asked, "Oh! I'm fine! You immediately lead someone to search carefully to see if there are any clues left by the Eighth Route Army here. After all, the Eighth Route Army troops were done by the Eighth Route Army troops. We want to find them and destroy them!" Ueda ordered his subordinates.

"Look! There are people there!" "Who? Stop!" "It must be the enemy! Fire up!" The Japanese soldiers exclaimed when they saw a group of people coming from afar. "Bang bang! Bang bang!" These soldiers were also a little too sensitive to the war. When they saw someone suddenly appear without any observation, they immediately judged that the person coming was the Eighth Route Army. They immediately shot at the people coming in panic.

If these soldiers were usually careful to observe and make judgments, but in such occasions, the Japanese lost their judgment and immediately shot at the people without observation. After all, this battlefield was really miserable, and there was no obvious sign of the people coming, so the Japanese soldiers naturally regarded the people coming as enemies, so they would shoot in a hurry.

The gunshot immediately chaoticed the originally calm battlefield. "What's going on? Who is shooting?" Ueda immediately asked after hearing the gunshot. "Sir! I don't know yet! It's impossible for the Eighth Route Army to be in front of you, right?" The adjutant said to Ueda. "Bastard! Where are the Eighth Route Army? Catch them for me!" Ueda roared and ordered his subordinates. "I understand, sir!" The subordinate immediately led people to rush forward.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We are our own people!" As soon as the gunshot sounded, the person shouted loudly. "Stop! Stop shooting!" Hearing the person shouting to himself in Japanese, they immediately understood that the person coming was our own people. The Japanese knew that they had made a mistake. They hurriedly stopped the gun, but it was already a little late, and they could not take back the bullets they fired.

"Ah!" "Ah!" The two unlucky guys running in front screamed and fell to the ground. The two people were shot and stopped immediately. They looked at the opposite side nervously and shouted loudly again, "Don't shoot! Don't get me wrong! We are our own people!" The two unlucky guys were lying on the ground and howled in pain.

"Sir! What should I do?" the soldier asked one of them. The person being questioned was the team leader Oshima. He fled with the soldiers. When Li Xinmin and the others blew up the truck and retreated, Oshima and the others did not dare to come back. Oshima and his subordinates hid. At the same time, Oshima made some advice to the soldiers and colluded with them to confess, and they would be investigated after they were released. Therefore, they colluded with the confession in advance and prepared to deal with the investigation.

"Who are you? Why do you appear here?" The searching Japanese soldiers asked Oshima and the others loudly. It's no wonder these Japanese soldiers were shooting. Oshima and the others were too embarrassed. If Oshima and the others hadn't talked to them in Japanese, they would have been mistakenly thought that the enemy had been shot and killed by their own people. Seeing Oshima and the others' tragic situation, these Japanese soldiers would not dare to recognize each other.

Why are these people so embarrassed? Are they really their own people? The Japanese soldiers looked at Dajima and the others with doubts, and their guns were aimed at Dajima and the others, and they were cautious. They were not too worried. After all, there were a large number of their own people searching here behind them! Even if they were really pretending to be Eighth Route Army, they would not be able to get any benefits.

"Sir! They are asking us where we are!" his subordinates said to Oshima. "Tell him our identity." Oshima ordered his subordinates. "I understand sir!" The soldier responded immediately. Oshima raised his chest up and tried hard to show his official positions. However, he looked really funny, with a dark face, looking like a gorilla, and Oshima himself didn't know what his ugly appearance was!
Chapter completed!