"Baga, the enemy wants to hold our attacking troops back and prevent them from retreating, and then wipe us out here!" Major Okamoto understood He Feng's purpose when he saw the firepower on the battlefield suddenly become stronger.

The infantry squadron leader was very anxious.

Whether it is the surrounding troops behind the garrison who are attacked or the offensive troops who cannot retreat in front of them, they are all subordinates who are brought out by themselves. If they are all finished, the entire infantry squadron will be finished.

He quickly looked at Major Okamoto and asked with a begging look: "Sir, I ask the artillery squad to fire immediately, kill the heavy machine gun fire point of the National Salvation Army, and withdraw the attacking troops."

Major Okamoto was about to nod, and a scout ran over from behind in panic, gasping and reporting: "Report to the sir, there are enemies behind us, with about one company of troops rushing towards us."

Major Okamoto immediately swallowed the firing order that had reached his mouth. After a deep look at his subordinate who was still retreating in front of him, he ordered with heartache: "We can't continue waiting here!"

"The enemy's strength is much stronger than we judge. Once they are allowed to encircle the troops and surround us here, no matter how strong the troops' combat power is, they will be weak and cannot rush out."

"Everyone must leave here before the encirclement is formed."

"Notify the attack to retreat, how many people can be withdrawn, and after evacuating the battlefield, continue to retreat back until we meet with us."

"We'll leave now and retreat three kilometers first!"

The infantry squadron leader was very unwilling to accept it, but the commander's order must be implemented, and it was indeed too dangerous here. More than 100 people around him were arranged to escort the captain to retreat behind.

"Boom..."

The squadron leader took Major Okamoto and turned around, and the explosion rang in his ears, and the hot air waves swept towards them quickly. If there weren't a guard next to them, they would have fallen a dog and chewed at them.

Other Japanese and puppet troops were not so lucky.

Mortar shells mainly rely on fragments to kill people. Six shells hit the crowd at the same time, and instantly two or three hundred fragments of different sizes exploded, intertwined with each other, like an iron storm sweeping across the battlefield, harvesting the lives of the Japanese and puppet troops around.

Mortars are different from mountain cannons. They have almost no sound when the shells fly. The Japanese who are about to retreat have no idea that there are shells hitting them.

It was not until the shell exploded that they realized they were being targeted by six mortars.

But it was too late. Just as I was about to lie down, the shells had already penetrated into their bodies from all directions.

In the splashing flames, at least twenty Japanese and puppet troops were blown up.

Some people fell to the ground motionless, either killed by blowing, or fainted by blowing. Some people lie on the ground and howled. Every time they moved, their muscles would pull the wound, causing heart-wrenching screams.

The lucky Japanese and puppet troops quickly lay on the ground.

Compared to retreat, they want to save their lives at this moment.

"Boom boom boom..." The second round of artillery shells followed one after another.

Compared with the first round of artillery raids, this round of shells killed and injured seven or eight Japanese and puppet troops.

The infantry squadron leader originally planned to escort Major Okamoto to continue retreating, but he ran less than ten meters. A shell in the second round of artillery attacks hit them less than ten meters away. A guard was shattered in the explosion and half of his head was sliced ​​off by a fragment, and red and white brains were splashed everywhere.

This scene scared the squadron leader and Okamoto. He quickly lay on the ground to avoid the artillery fire, and no longer foolishly continued to rush forward.

Two minutes later, the shells were still falling down. The casualties of the Japanese and puppet troops had exceeded 50. The remaining soldiers were all lying on the ground with their heads in their arms, praying that the shells would not hit them beside them.

Major Okamoto was very anxious. The enemy was quickly surrounding him. The troops would be more dangerous if they stayed here for one more second, but the enemy's shelling seemed endless, without any intention of stopping.

The shelling continued, and everyone could not stand up and retreat, so they could only see the enemy surrounding them...

"Boom..." After a shell exploded less than five meters away from Okamoto, the endless artillery fire finally stopped.

Major Okamoto quickly got up from the ground: "All the soldiers who could move stood up and took the wounded to leave here immediately..."

After saying that, he began to retreat with the few remaining guards around him, running and praying that the enemy's encirclement had not yet closed.

Tonight, the goddess of luck was destined to stand on the side of the Unique Battalion. The sparse team ran forward less than fifty meters, and six machine gun fire tongues suddenly appeared in front of them.

The bullet flew towards him, and the guards blocking Okamoto were instantly swept down.

"Dangerous... lie down and protect the captain..." The Japanese in other directions rushed to Okamoto and used their body as a flesh shield to protect Okamoto.

"Dadadada...Bada..." Okamoto finally avoided the rain of bullets flying towards him and lay on the ground. There were also dense gunfire sounds coming from the quiet flanks.

A second lieutenant crawled over with panic on his face: "Sir, there are enemies on the flanks attacking us, and the troops are surrounded..."

The infantry squadron leader shouted with a desperate look on his face: "Captain, the firepower of the enemies surrounding us is too strong, and there are eight or nine light machine guns, and we only have less than one hundred people left, so we will definitely not be able to rush out!"

"Everyone is bayonet!" Okamoto knew that he could not rush out, so he gritted his teeth and ordered.

"Since the enemy does not leave us a way to survive, then fight them."

"The Imperial Army of the Great Japanese Empire only had warriors who died in battle, but no cowards who surrendered!"

"If you can fight against the bayonets and fight to the end, you have to pull a few enemies to your back."

"If you can't fight bayonets, prepare grenades and grenades, and die together with the enemies who attack us."

The battlefield returned to tranquility after half an hour. Although the Japanese army's fight of trapped beasts caused considerable trouble to the unique camp, it could not change the situation.

Major Okamoto was shot into a hornet's nest by a light machine gun.

Before dying, I especially want to know who my opponent is tonight, so I will never be able to rest in peace if I don’t let death.

In order to achieve his goal, when his subordinates launched an assault, he deliberately squatted on the ground and did not move, preparing to wait until the opponent rushed in front of him before participating in the battle and clarifying his opponent's identity.

But the Unique Battalion didn't give him this opportunity.

More and more soldiers were killed by the Japanese with grenades before they died, and the main attack third company began to adjust their tactics and ended the battle with bullets as much as possible, without giving the Japanese a chance to get close to them.

As a result, Major Okamoto was locked by a light machine gun as soon as he raised his command knife. As soon as the gunshot sounded, three bullets drilled into his body at the same time, directly smashing his chest to pieces, and then fell to the ground with the answer that could never be solved.
Chapter completed!