At noon the next day, the Japanese Army Command of Songyuan Town!

At this time, Kyujo Miyaki was frowning and paced back and forth in his office.

Time has quietly passed for a whole day. It has been more than 24 hours since he sent Miyata Xianju to assassinate Ye Xiuwen, but no information has been sent back for a long time, which makes him a little worried.

However, at this moment, a dull footsteps came from outside the office door, interrupting Kujo Miyaki's thoughts.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open, and Colonel Nakajima walked in.

Seeing Kujo Miyagiki walking, Nakajima seemed to understand something: "Kyujo, are you waiting for news from Miyata?"

Kujomiyaki nodded, but then asked back: "Kun Nakajima, you are here just in time. Is there any news from your people coming back?"

Nakajima shook his head, he did not receive any news, and he came to find out the news as well.

Kujo Miyaki frowned slightly, and he became even more worried.

Although he had absolute confidence in his Uncle Miyata, the delay in the news still scared him of accidents.

Although Nakajima was worried, he had to comfort him: "Maybe they are on the way back."

Sure enough, Kujo Miyaki was a little relieved, thinking that Nakajima was right, it was still early now, and if it was not very smooth, it would be not necessarily true that his uncle Miyata would not come back until the evening.

But Kujoo Miyaki was still worried and sent someone out of the city to pick him up.

Of course, the number of people was not very large. There was only one infantry squad, riding on a side motorcycle and a personnel carrier, with a total of only fourteen people.

This is because Kujo Miyaki Kita made such an arrangement because his uncle Miyata had seized a large amount of enemy supplies and could not bring them back.

As for why not send more people to support him, Kyujo Miyaki believes that there is no need for this at all.

This team of responders can reach a maximum of ten kilometers away and will not be in danger if they do not enter the enemy-occupied area.

Of course, this is Kujo Miyaki's wishful thinking, because at this time, a group of people were quietly searching in the direction of Matsubara Castle.

And these people are the female guards and soldiers of Phoenix City.

There were 20 people in total. According to the marks left by Ah Hong along the way, they found the place where Ah Hong and the captain fought last.

At this time, the captain of the village soldiers had been exploded by the grenade, and the explosion was beyond recognition, while Ah Hong still retained her dying posture, with her eyes wide open.

All the soldiers and female guards were silent at this moment.

Because as the city lord guessed, they tried their best to convey a silent message to Phoenix City when they were dying.

A female guard took Ah Hong's dagger from the broken bird cage, crying in a panic.

She was both proud of Ah Hong's heroism and saddened by her friend's departure.

They are both personal female guards of the Lord of Huofeng City, so they naturally have deep feelings.

She held the dagger hard and bit her lips tightly. He swore in his heart that he must avenge Ah Hong.

But at this moment, there was a roar of trucks, and everyone immediately became alert.

But when they saw that there were only a dozen Japanese, they immediately picked up without any competing corners of their mouths.

They were about to avenge their dead comrades and brothers, but the enemy came to their door.

So, the soldiers and female guards of Phoenix City raised their weapons and quietly touched them.

At this time, the Japanese who had just stopped the car did not notice the danger at all.

This is the Japanese war zone, and it is just ten kilometers away from Songyuan City. Where can there be enemies here?

So they all relaxed all of a sudden. Some went to the roadside for convenience, while others raised their heads to drink water, while others gathered next to the sideboard motorcycle to chat.

"One, two, three,...eight, nine, ten,...four, fourteen Japanese!"

The female guards in the lead counted and counted, and finally confirmed that there were only fourteen Japanese, and there were no traces of other Japanese nearby.

"Prepare for the fight!"

The female guard's eyes were red, and she slowly raised her gun.

She used a thug gun, and the other two female guards were also. The other camp soldiers used Type 38 rifles, and there was also a machine gun among them.

And this machine gun was naturally given to Phoenix City by Dragon Boat Festival, otherwise Phoenix City would definitely not be worthy of such luxurious equipment.

At this time, the female guard's fingers gently placed on the trigger of the shell gun, and her gunshot would be a signal of attack.

Under the leadership of the female guards, the soldiers of the village also seized the guns and poked the muzzle of the Type 38 rifle outside the grass.

The machine gunner was also ready, and the bullet casing of the Taisho 11 light machine gun was pressed by him, with thirty rounds.

Everything is ready, only the east wind is not available.

The female guard looked back and then shouted: "Beat!"

Before the female guard finished speaking, she pulled the trigger, and the loud gunshot sound of the shell gun instantly broke the silence in the jungle.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of the Type 38 rifle and the sound of the Dasho 11 light machine gun came.

Slap!

Bang bang!

Twist!......

The dense gunfire hit the unprepared Japanese like raindrops.

At this time, some of the Japanese had just lifted the kettle, and some were hit by a sudden bullet before they could react, and they fell to the ground with screams.

Several Japanese who were quick to react quickly fell down and avoided the first round of attacks. But in the next second, fatal bullets locked them again.

The female guards and soldiers did not give the enemy any chance to breathe. They quickly adjusted the shooting angle and carried out accurate sniping against the undead Japanese.

Bullets were fired one by one, and the Japanese were hit by bullets one by one again.

The seriously injured Japanese gradually stopped wailing, and the surviving Japanese Japanese could only gather together in a breath of breath, standing back to back, forming their unchanging three-three formations for thousands of years.

They thought they could escape this, and even hoped that the other party could pay attention to the spirit of Bushido and fight with them for bayonets.

Perhaps the Japanese's expectations were responded, or perhaps their Amaterasu appeared and their enemies really rushed up.

At this time, some Japanese even smiled at the corners of their mouths.

But I didn't expect that in the next second, the female guard in the lead fired a shot.

Bang!

One of the Japanese fell down, and the remaining two Japanese knew that they were going to shoot, so they rushed towards the female guard with the help of the last cover of their colleague's body.

At this time, the two soldiers in the village were about to shoot, but the female guard said disdainfully: "There are only two Japanese left, go up and chop them up!"

The soldiers obeyed the orders and looked fierce. It can be said that for the minority groups, what they like most was the knife.
Chapter completed!