Each company is equipped with four light machine guns. After hearing the order, the machine gunner pushed aside the crowd and rushed to Wu Zhan.

"Da da da..."

"Onboard!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted the same slogans and charged forward fearlessly in the face of the dense rain of bullets.

They seemed to have hit a wall, and blood mist exploded from everywhere on their bodies, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Wu Zhan and the soldiers were so shocked that their mouths opened slightly. The road in the village was originally narrow, and the corpses of countless Japanese soldiers blocked the road like a wall. The creek formed by blood was growing.

"Paji..."

The soldiers stepped into the red stream, and the blood immediately reached their ankles.

The blood that was still warm gave the soldiers a creepy feeling.

The first time they went to the battlefield, they saw a scene more tragic than the Shura Hell. The psychological world of many soldiers was completely changed.

The corpse blocked the road, and Wu Zhan led the soldiers through the houses on both sides of the road.

Because of the several minutes of shelling before the attack, most of the houses in the village had collapsed, and the soldiers were able to get around smoothly.

"ah!!!"

Some Japs soldiers were hiding in the corners of the ruins with strange weapons. When they saw the soldiers of the Independence Brigade walking by, the Japs would pounce on them desperately.

"Bang bang bang..."

What greeted these crazy Japanese soldiers were countless bullets and blood-red bayonets.

Such a situation is difficult to guard against, and the Japanese soldiers can sometimes successfully attack the soldiers of the independent brigade.

However, the weapons in their hands were very weak in lethality, and most of the soldiers who were attacked were only injured, with few directly threatening their lives.

"Put down your weapons, surrender and avoid death!"

Facing some little Japanese soldiers who were holding wooden sticks and at the end of their rope, the soldiers began to shout to them.

"Baga!"

Many Japanese soldiers cursed angrily and rushed towards death.

One out of ten will choose to throw away his weapon, and then kneel on the ground crying, mumbling words that the soldiers cannot understand.

The small Dama Village was gradually occupied by two new regiments, and fewer and fewer Japanese resisted.

Some Japanese soldiers are still hiding in various corners of the ruins. Some of them want to resist, while others do not want to surrender or die, but simply hide.

It took the new regiment more than two hours to find the hiding Japanese.

The smell of gunpowder smoke has been blown away by the north wind, and Dama Village is soaked in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. There is not a house that is not stained with blood, and there is not a breath of air that is not smelly of blood.

People walking in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood have become accustomed to the smell. They smoke while looking at the Shura Hell created by themselves.

Wu Zhan led a battalion of soldiers to the rear of Dama Village, where there were dozens of Japanese artillery pieces.

He rushed to the artillery position, and what he saw before him were thick cannon barrels pointing straight into the sky.

But the joy in his heart only lasted for 5 seconds!

In the center of the artillery position, a scene made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Wu Zhan turned around quickly and shouted to the soldiers behind him,

"Lie down!!!"

He pushed his closest warriors to the ground one by one with each hand.

The sudden change caused the smiles on the soldiers' faces to freeze, and everyone subconsciously looked up at the center of the artillery position.

A huge bright light suddenly appeared in their eyes like the sun!

The next second, a rolling heat wave hit,

Those who were standing flew out one after another.

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Hashimoto Hiromitsu missed his hometown, his wife and children. As a husband and a father, he didn't want to die.

But as a warrior of His Majesty the Emperor, as a commander of an artillery regiment,

When the army is defeated, there is no other choice but to die and apologize.

In a society like Japan, Hashimoto Hiromitsu knew that he could only save his wife and children by dying.

If you surrender or become a prisoner, your local wives and children will suffer countless looks and oppression, and live in pain and uneasiness for the rest of their lives.

So when he chose death, he had a smile on his face.

"Yumiko, my wife, goodbye..."

He unplugged the grenade and knocked it on the cannon beside him.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

The adjutant who had been by his side howled at the top of his lungs.

Under the two men were the only dozen or so artillery shells remaining in the entire regiment.

Perhaps it was destined that people like Hashimoto Hiromitsu never had the chance to shoot out these cannonballs.

The bright flames of the explosion illuminated the surrounding area for hundreds of meters. The hot shock wave spread from the center to the surrounding areas, and a dozen of the nearest artillery pieces were immediately overturned to the ground.

The ground shook suddenly at that moment, and Wu Zhan felt his internal organs tremble.

My ears were buzzing, my stomach was churning, and I spit out a mouthful of sour water.

He struggled to raise his head and saw that the cannon had fallen to the side in pieces. He felt very regretful.

I turned around and looked at the soldiers behind me, and saw that everyone was struggling to do it. Everyone was dumbfounded and looked confused!

"Old Wu! Old Wu..."

The violent explosion frightened Wang Laohu. He ran and called to Wu Zhan.

Wu Zhan struggled to raise a hand to indicate that he was here.

"What the hell is going on?"

After seeing that Wu Zhan was fine, Wang Laohu cursed and asked.

"It's the captain of the little Japanese team. He detonated a bunch of artillery shells with a grenade!"

"Damn it, what a great cannon, how could you be so cruel?"

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The sky gradually brightened, revealing the dilapidated appearance of Dama Village.

The soldiers of the new regiment saw clearly the battlefield in front of them.

Corpses in different forms of death were intertwined in a random manner, and the blood gathered into a stream that had frozen into ice cubes in the cold wind. The ever-expanding red color seemed to be like blood vessels in the human body, criss-crossing.

Not one of the more than 3,000 to 4,000 Japs escaped, and most of them became cold corpses on the ground. Only about 500 people chose to surrender and became prisoners.

The two new regiments suffered more than 1,500 casualties, of which more than 700 died.

The madness of the Japanese army refreshed the soldiers' understanding.

After this battle, the recruit hats on their heads can also be taken off.

At noon, the cooking team came to the outside of the village carrying hot meals.

But the soldiers all avoided delicious food.

Because as long as they smell the food, they will think of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the village.
Chapter completed!