Rise from eight hundred

Chapter 7 Moonlit Night
"Captain Inoue, why don't we take a rest here first?" A Japanese soldier with his splayed legs almost halfway up and down approached, diligently holding a match and trying to set fire to Inoue Mitsuo, with a wretched suggestion: "Not only can Make some money, maybe, and the flower girl?"

"Bagga! You bastard, are you thinking about the flower girl before the war is over?" Mitsuo Inoue, who was already depressed, finally found a way to vent, and slapped the vulgar-looking subordinate in a daze. .

This idiot, what kind of flower girl is he talking to him at such a moment.Don't you know that Chinese civilians are hiding in the concessions of the Golden Retrievers?

Now in these ruins, apart from the corpses that were soaked by the rain and swelled from far away, there were only wild dogs that fed on carrion.

There are some things that I don't think about. Once reminded, adult men have been silent for more than two months, and their desires are frantically raised, but they can only think about it but can't do it. No wonder Mitsuo Inoue has a big mouth and almost didn't flatter that guy. The guy who slapped the horse's leg was suspicious of life.

There were still sporadic gunshots in the distance, and Mitsuyo Inoue knew that it was the team sent by himself and the Chinese soldiers who were alone in the ruins. Under the light, those remaining gray mice will have nowhere to hide, and the mighty Imperial Army will undoubtedly win the final victory.

After searching all the way, nothing abnormal was found. Perhaps the Chinese skirmisher who made the gunshots has been killed by his own search team. Inoue Mitsuo was slightly relieved, at least he didn't have to worry about being shot coldly.

Although the Chinese were weak, their performance in this battle was beyond the imagination of the Japanese army. They were so strong that they were almost stubborn. The nearly 15.00% loss ratio made the faces of the Japanese commanders, large and small, extremely bitter.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise thirty meters away.

The Japanese army was nervous for a while, and they rolled to the temporary bunker they had already found, and aimed their guns in the distance.The light of the three flashlights swept over immediately.

In the bright beam of light, a wild dog with a dirty body and almost indistinguishable color jumped out from the ruins more than [-] meters away with its tail between its tail, and turned its head to look here. .

The Japanese soldiers who were taken aback couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

A Japanese soldier shot without hesitation, and the precise marksmanship of a Japanese veteran who can hit a human body at a distance of 200 meters, even in such a dim environment, hit the back leg of a wild dog with great precision.

"Boil!" The wild dog let out a miserable but not sharp howl, struggling to climb into the ruins.

"Bastard, who made you shoot." Inoue Mitsuo growled in a deep voice.

"Captain Inoue, the rations provided by the idiots in the baggage team are entirely for pigs, do you think it's okay?" The veteran who fired the shot licked his lips and suggested to his sergeant.

Looking at the surrounding subordinates who started licking their lips involuntarily, and thinking about the appearance of the fragrant dog meat glowing on the fire, Inoue Mitsuo felt that his saliva secretion was also accelerating.

Indeed, two months after entering the battlefield, although there are occasional canned beef supplies, most of them are dry and cold rice balls that are hard to swallow, and the birds have long since faded out of their mouths.

And that's not counting, what's even more unbearable is the weather.

Damn Chinese, and damn the rainy day in Songhu, China, not only was the sky drizzling, the trenches were full of mud, and the body was barely dry, making Inoue Mitsuo almost feel like a musty salted fish , stinky and rotten, and if it goes on like this, even if he is not killed by Chinese guns, he will be disgusted to death by himself.

At such a time, if a bonfire is built, and the fat dog meat is grilled on the bonfire, it is simply a great thing in life.

"Bagga! It is our mission to expand the territory of the Great Japanese Empire. How can we disapprove of the friendly army, and don't let me hear such complaints in the future." Inoue's face was stern, and he criticized his subordinates quite righteously. . "Take Tian-kun, take three people to search there. If you encounter loot, you can bring them back. The rest of the people rest in place, recharge their batteries, and then execute the order of the squadron leader."

"Hey!" The character called Takeda stood at attention and bowed his head, but the grievance on his face was a little less.

The red and swollen splayed legs on his face knew that Inoue Colonel had already agreed with his suggestion, and what he just said was just a pretense.

As for the beating just now!Beating is kissing is love, isn't it?But not everyone can be beaten by Cao Chang.

Perhaps, the spirit of Ah Q was not unique to China at this time.

Watching the four Japanese soldiers under his command search the ruins where the wounded wild dogs had crawled with their guns, Inoue Mitsuo sighed slightly: I can finally rest for a while and wait for the good dog meat.

He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door of the second-story building, which was lucky not to have been damaged by the gunfire, and took a flashlight to look inside for a while. After confirming that no one was inside, he sat down and relaxed his body. All against the fairly dry walls.

Four of the remaining ten Japanese soldiers walked into the small building. They were two of the squad's grenadier team, light machine gun shooters and deputy shooters. Not only were they higher in rank, but they were also the heavy firepower of the squad. Guarantee that they must be under the protection of infantry wherever they are, even when they are at rest.

The other six were in groups of two, separated by five or six meters, and huddled under the eaves around the small building, holding their own three-eighth large cover.

It can be seen from the distribution of troops in the rest state of the Japanese army in this small team that the Japanese army, which is known as the number one in Asia, is really not for nothing.

Even if it is not in a combat state, it maintains sufficient vigilance. If any point is attacked, it will be hit in other directions.

Even if they were besieged by two or three times their strength, the grenade launchers and light machine guns located in the house could provide enough firepower to fight back, enough to support the arrival of reinforcements.

This is also the reason why the Japanese commander dared to send a small team as a unit and enter the ruins at night to clear up the Chinese stragglers. It stems from self-confidence and strength.

And dozens of meters away from the small building where the Japanese army rested, two pairs of eyes were watching all this in horror.

Veteran Youzi and Yang Xiaoshan arrived here with Tang Dao 10 minutes ago, they can understand that Tang Dao chose this area as a battlefield for sniping.

After all, there is a Suzhou Creek across from the brightly lit concession. The moonlight and the afterglow of the lights on the other side of the river are enough to guarantee the line of sight within 30 meters. It shouldn't be difficult to kill two or three devils coldly.

However, to their horror, how could Tang Dao be sure that the Japanese search team would rest in that small building?
Tang Dao only came out after entering the small building that was lucky enough to not fall. The two elites of the Royal Forest Army would not think that Tang Dao made a special trip to visit.

Otherwise, how could the two grenades he had inserted in his waist disappear?Did you put it in the small building as a souvenir?

(End of this chapter)