There were pursuers behind and blockers in front. The Japanese army was at a loss at this time, and the destruction was only in the evening. n∈n∈, the armored reconnaissance company of the guard brigade moved away the obstacles blocking the road with the help of infantry and immediately joined the team to attack the remaining enemies. In this position breakthrough battle, the vehicle-mounted machine guns had a great advantage in both range and power. The simple positions built by the Japanese army could not resist this fierce fire at all.

The attack of force, followed by the direct heavy weapon platoon that followed, joined the attack ranks with two heavy machine guns and six medium-caliber mortars they carried, which became the last straw that broke the camel's backbone. The defense lines of Takeda's squadron and machine gun squadron collapsed instantly, and the firepower points were covered with shells. The soldiers who were squatting in shallow trenches and fox pits were killed one by one. The people who tried to abandon the formation were shot by soldiers from both Japan and Germany.

The battle was going on quickly and fiercely. When the SS vanguard rushed into the Japanese position, the remaining Japanese soldiers even started a bayonet fight with the German army. The battle to capture the Morimoto brigade headquarters was bloody and cruel. When the gunshots stopped, only SS soldiers holding steel guns were left on the battlefield, leaving no living Japanese soldier.

"This is a medical officer of the Japanese army." Second Lieutenant Anthony Schneider squatted beside the head of the military doctor and inspected the cowhide pharmaceutical box that was quite official in the major.

"I just checked, all the wounded were shot dead on the spot, leaving no one breathing behind." The medical soldier ran over happily with a first aid medicine box on his back.

"Next!" Schneider threw a small aluminum can at the medic.

"What is this?" After the medical soldier caught it, he found that the tank was full of oriental words and did not recognize any of them. He unscrewed the screw cover and went forward to smell it.

"It's sulfonamide, and they also use this as a disinfectant." Schneider took out a canvas bag tied with leather rope from the medicine box, which touched it hard. After opening it, he found that it was a set of exquisite surgical instruments. He carefully checked the trademark on it.

"Christy, I've heard of this brand, it's American." Schneider stuffed the tool into the map bag around his waist.

The medical box is not large in size and can't hold much stuff in it. However, as a minor officer (mainly civilians and service officers who are responsible for non-combat tasks), the military doctor's chief carries the most precious medicines and documents. Schneider discovered some chemicals and some crude pills. What exactly is it and what role it plays still needs further testing to be certified.

"Doctor, this guy is still alive." Suddenly, a SS member who was checking the body shouted. He was a little confused whether he should kill the Japanese on the spot, because judging from the Japanese dress and equipment, he was obviously an officer.

"Don't touch him!" Schneider jumped up and ran over. He stopped the other team members who were about to surround him.

"Be careful, doctor, maybe it's a trap!" A sergeant took out his pistol from the holster and warned the Second Lieutenant of the Military Medical.

"No, no. He just fainted." Schneider tentatively the pulse of the other person's neck and looked through the other person's eyelids.

"There doesn't seem to be any trauma behind me, please turn him over." Schneider said to the SS who found the surviving one.

"Be careful, two people hold this guy's hands." The sergeant said to the team members around him. Four or five strong SS men rushed forward in a hurry, turned the Japanese officer over, and then pressed the other party's limbs.

"There are no obvious trauma ahead."

"It should be shocked. I have seen many unlucky guys like this before. If he wakes up and feels disgusted, it will prove that he has a concussion."

"Sergeant Cole. I admire you for having such rich medical experience, but now I am a doctor. You guys carry him to the open space there and let me see if he can wake him up."

"Check it over and seize all the weapons and miscellaneous things on him, Rudolph, handcuff the guy. Doctor, this is for safety."

"Whatever you, sergeant, I'll get some medicine. You should report it to your superiors immediately by radio. This person is the only Japanese officer we have caught now. I think you understand what this means." Schneider stood up and patted the dust on his knees, then quickly ran towards the half-tracked medical car parked aside.

"We caught a wounded Japanese officer, who was a lieutenant." The sergeant reported to Major Smith with joy.

"Well. You bring a few people there, be sure to ensure that this Japanese survives. I need to learn the truth from his mouth." Smith replied in a deep voice expressionless face.

"As for orders, major." The chief sergeant saluted, and then led his two subordinates down from the position.

"The French army in the bunker has been rescued and the wounded have been properly placed. The commander of the French stronghold expressed his gratitude to us on the phone."

"We can occupy the commanding heights on the opposite hills, from there we can overlook the entire hilly area." Ensign Claude suggested.

"There is no need for that. The enemy has been surrounded in this area. We just need to follow the normal steps to clear it step by step, and don't make any troubles. The protagonist of this incident is the French Indochina Army." Smith rejected the platoon leader's proposal.

"I don't understand what you mean." Captain Willman, the company commander, looked at the deputy commander of the brigade in confusion.

"We have won the military battle, but the remaining battle will continue at the negotiating table. We must make the empire invincible diplomatically, so we cannot trap ourselves too deeply. In this incident, we have proved our ability with facts. Let the French show off their victory next."

"I understand, Major." Captain Willman nodded respectfully and was taught. Although his military thinking could not make a turn for a while, he believed that the chief's judgment would not definitely damage the interests of the empire.

"The French looked over there and ordered them immediately. Everyone was restrained and accepted the surrendered enemy and wounded, and handed them over to the French." Smith gave the order coldly.

"Abide by the order, but the order is passed on."

"Then it's faster."

The brigade of Morimoto's brigade fled all the way, and the officers and commanders of the affiliated departments died one by one on the steep mountain road. The enemy chasing behind him were equipped with several sharpshooters. Every time the security team wanted to stop and launch a blocking attack, they would soon be defeated by the opponent's precise shooting.

The only eleven-year-old machine gun in the team had exhausted the last machine gun bullet. Although the infantry carried a large number of Arisaka rifle bullets, the two were not universal. After hard loading the rifle bullets, the bullet shell broke into the chamber before it could fire. The gun was completely lost. The grenade launcher in the team fell behind at some point, leaving only a deputy shooter with empty hands on ammunition. Perhaps he could not keep up with the team at the beginning. In this chaotic pursuit, leaving the team means death.

Finally, when Morimoto and his group met with Okubo Squadron, there were only three living people left by his side. The captain was covered in grass and soil at the time, and his image was so embarrassing that it was simply unbearable.

Okubo Squadron had actually been unable to support him. If it weren't for the tenacious belief that he had not been able to support him, and the stubborn veterans would have launched a mutiny. The officers and soldiers of the squadron felt that they had never fought such a frustrated battle. There had always been only the Imperial Army to suppress others. Never thought that one day they would be suppressed by the enemy and could not raise their heads. The firepower of the French A3 stronghold exceeded the Japanese imagined, and this should not have been a target that could be captured by light infantry.

The infantry artillery squad, which was highly anticipated, was even more miserable. He was hit by two French mortars and ran around. The 92 Heavy Machine Gun Squad is not the opponent of the French fortress machine guns. The body of the machine gun team is still lying in the grass on the hillside, and no one dares to approach. The entire squadron's ammunition has been consumed 70% of the ammunition in the attack, and all the ammunition in the grenade can be exhausted. If it is not supplemented, these people can only fight with bayonets.

After finally waiting for the commander to retreat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of bad battle against the wind was too hurtful. Okubo's subordinates could still form a complete team. Looking at these miserable subordinates, the squadron leader felt a little crying. This time the loss and impact of the troops were too great to hide from the above. If you were lucky enough to return to the base, the military law judgment would be waiting for him. For losers without background, such as Morimoto and Okubo, Japan's military law was very strict and fierce.

However, if there is a backstage, even if you can steal a huge mess, you will be very generous and will be sent to some remote places for two years at most. When the limelight comes, you will be a hero again. Okubo is just an ordinary businessman family and has no royal blood at home. Just following Morimoto alone to go home and eat old rice without reporting this article. What's more, he has lost so many subordinates and will be imprisoned for at least a few years. Not to mention Morimoto's sabbain, he may lose his head this time.

Takeo Okubo finally assembled the troops that had scattered the hillside. Before he could order the departing, the captain ran over in person. What he didn't expect was that the captain was closely following a large group of fully armed SS. The Germans were murderous and shot up randomly. The poor Japanese soldiers who were still looking forward to leaving the place were shot over the ground without any defense. Captain Okubo no longer had to worry about any punishment he would suffer after returning. The squadron leader who was standing in front of the team was shot by several SS snipers. His entire head was blown off on the spot. The body was dead before he fell to the ground.

Interestingly, the commander of the brigade miraculously escaped the crisis. When the gunshots sounded, Morimoto rushed into the grass next to him without looking back. Run, run quickly, and never fall into the hands of the Duguo people. Morimoto's mind was only this idea. He panicked and walked through the towering Artemisia annua bush and ran towards the direction of Highway No. 4 in his impression.

Okubo's people should be able to stop the pursuers for a while. He can first meet with Hasegawa Squadron, and then turn back to support Okubo. This idea keeps rewinding in his mind like a life-saving straw. This is what it is when a person reaches a dead end. Even if there is a slight hope, he will hold it firmly, even if he knows it is just a false illusion.

But the final blow came soon. When Nakasa rushed onto the road, he ran into the defeated soldiers of Hasegawa Squadron. Hasegawa Squadron was destroyed. Just because of a tantrum, the third squad lost the second squad. The thin defense line built by the third squad could not stop the fierce and fearless foreign legion soldiers. Almost all the soldiers in the squadron leader were killed on the spot. The culprit, Lieutenant Shiraki, tried to kneel down and surrender, but the barbarians did not leave any living. What's even more terrifying is that they like to harvest heads.

After listening to the report of the defeated soldiers, Morimoto's Nizuka Sa felt dizzy and nauseous. He bent down and retching at the side of the road a few times, spitting out some bright red blood clots. The mortar shell in front still hurt his internal organs.

"Sir, please retreat quickly, the enemy is about to catch up." The soldier supported Morimoto and reminded loudly.

"No need, the brigade is over. You can escape by yourself, let me stay here." Morimoto shook his hand and pushed away the soldier who was holding him.

"If you can go back alive, please apologize to the team leader on my behalf. This failure is my own responsibility and has nothing to do with the officers and soldiers under my jurisdiction. I have written a letter and put it in my briefcase in the brigade office. Please also tell the team leader that the Imperial Army suffered losses this time, and Morimoto Zaiji knew that he would be redeemed for his crimes if the team leader had the conditions. He only asked the team leader to take care of my family."

"Sir, Captain!" The two soldiers wanted to persuade.

"Go quickly, go there and walk there and you will be the border line. Bring my words to the regiment commander, this is the order." Morimoto ordered loudly. After two Japanese soldiers looked at each other, they raised their chests and saluted Morimoto solemnly, then turned around and climbed up the steep hillside on the other side. Crossing several hills in that direction was the Sino-Vietnam border. If these two people were lucky, they might be able to escape a life path.

Just in this moment, foreign legion soldiers had already appeared on the other side of the highway. Looking at the enemy troops rushing towards them with attacking formations, Morimoto Zaiji took out his gun from his holster at his waist, and after turning on the bolt, he pulled the trigger to his temple without hesitation.

The subsequent sporadic battles continued until the evening. From a military perspective, the Third Battalion of the 21st Infantry Regiment of the Imperial Japanese Army no longer existed.

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