Chapter 876

"Baga!" With a smile on his face, Nakamura made a summary to Xiaochi in a low voice, and then the two continued to walk forward. They are better than the Japanese infantry around them, and their clothes are enough to show their identity as Japanese soldiers.

Before his words came down, there was a shot in the distance. The clear voice echoed in the valley and among the trees, melodious and terrifying. Nakamura was stunned when he heard the gunshot. Then he looked at the nearby pool with a face of fear, and then his eyes swept to the already flustered infantry brigade in the distance.

God knows how long they haven't heard gunshots. Ever since those Englishmen in inpal shot at them fiercely with machine guns, bullets flew over their heads, tracer bullets howled in a straight line, hitting the soldiers around, the feeling of whirling from the beginning of the attack to the retreat.

It was a memory similar to despair, and all the Japanese soldiers who had experienced the battle of inpal might not want to recall this terrible time. At that time, the gunfire seemed to be continuous, and each gunshot had to take away an already fragile life.

Then the whole army began to retreat, and the gunfire gradually became sparse. At first, the British used their troops to pursue them. Later, the Japanese fled day and night and entered the barren mountains, and the British did not follow them. As a result, all the Japanese troops went from the state of fighting to the state of boring driving.

Then you can hear the howling of wild animals, the singing of birds, the hysterical cry of the wounded, and the sound of the flowing spring. Of course, Japanese soldiers can also hear the sound of soldiers sliding down the cliff and falling to death, and they can also hear the sound of soldiers fainting and falling to the ground to die... In short, there are too many noises in this forest, and the only rare one is the sound of guns.

But now, the familiar sound of the gun rang again, and after that, a second one followed. This is not the sound of shooting, because the team in front of us has already ransacked the rainforest, and there will be no large animals that need to be solved with guns.

The gunfire came more intensively, and Nakamura recalled the experience he was most afraid of. When he was hit by a British machine gun on the battlefield, he scurried around and finally fell to the ground. Looking up, he saw Jiwu, one of his unscrupulous subordinates, who was beaten into a sieve by a bullet. The bullet first pierced Jiwu's eyes, then his chin, and then his body

The white faced Nakamura did not dare to go down to recall. He wiped his face with his hand, as if trying to clean the blood that Jiwu splashed on his face that day. He looked at the pool and ordered in a slightly trembling voice, "hide! This is an enemy attack

"Enemy attack Before the two of them could find a suitable shelter, the infantry in front of them began to shout. From the hillside on one side, countless plants seemed to have life, shaking as if they were going to survive. If you look carefully for a while, you will find that these living plants are actually soldiers with camouflage on their heads.

A bullet swept through the thick tree trunk and the leaves on the tree trunk and hit a Japanese soldier who even forgot to lie down. Blood splashed. The soldier who was shot fell back on his back and knocked down another Japanese soldier whose face was as thin as white paper.

It's obvious that the wounded soldier can't get up again, but the Japanese soldier who was knocked down was lying on the ground and didn't want to struggle to stand up any more. They were all dead, one was killed, the other was too hungry.

"For your majesty! For the Japanese Imperial Army! Fight back A hungry and dizzy infantry Sergeant took out his command knife, pointed to the hillside, and called out the order to fight back with his biggest voice. However, only a few Japanese soldiers raised their 38 rifles.

Most of the die hards of the Japanese army have been left as cannon fodder in inpar, and the rest of the strong main forces have run to the front because of their fast marching speed. Nowadays, most of the people here are poor people destined to starve to death on the road, and most of them are ordinary Japanese people who are determined to live.

"The Chinaman * *!" A Japanese soldier said in the crowd. He saw the Chinese Expeditionary Army's unique way of legging, but also saw the other side's American uniform. Of course, he also saw the same faces with yellow skin and black eyes.

"It's the Chinese Army!" After hearing the sound of infantry, China Village quietly changed the name of China's military personnel, and replaced the two words of the very disrespectful * * Chine, a "Chinese" with a comparison. He leaned against the tree to avoid the shooting of the Chinese army. Looking at the fallen Japanese friendly troops, he didn't feel sad.

Perhaps after such a terrible retreat, even death can only be regarded as a relief? Nakamura thought bitterly in his heart. He looked at his good friend Xiaochi and said helplessly: "Xiaochi Jun, after a while, the Chinese army will fight, you will surrender."

As he spoke, the Japanese army sergeant, who was not far away and had just waved a command knife and asked his troops to fire back, had been hit by a bullet and was lying on the ground in a pool of mud. Some of the Japanese fled to both sides, while others fled in the opposite direction of the Chinese expeditionary army. They pushed aside the broad leaves in the way and bumped into each other in the tropical rain forest.

There is only one end for those who get lost here, that is to die in this place where there is no one to smoke, close their eyes in a corner and rot into a part of nature. So it's not a good way to escape from the big army, but in this case, most of the choices in the panic. To leave here and escape from the haunted place of Chinese army became the common aspiration of all Japanese soldiers present.