Kurosawa could no longer rush and was besieged in a small depression with his remaining defeated generals. Raindrops fell from the sky in a dense manner, and the enemy's artillery fire was bombarding slowly. All the Japanese knew that death was right in front of them.

Whether it is a complete soldier or a wounded person, they sit or lie in the mud, tired and desperate. The moans are very harsh, and those who change to their nerves will go crazy. In fact, many of the wounded people of the Japanese are already confused and talking nonsense.

More than a dozen mortar shells passed through the rain screen and smashed head-on, with explosions one after another. But the Japanese seemed to be numb, and most Japanese did not even dodge and still maintained their original posture.

There were still gunfires in other places. Although there were friendly forces fighting tenaciously, Kurosawa was already desperate. There were too many enemies around him, let alone breaking through, or rendezvous with friendly forces, it was impossible now. Moreover, the rendezvous was just a little larger and persisted for a longer time, but he was still surrounded by the enemy.

But just sitting and waiting for death like this is obviously not Kurosawa's character and style. This stubborn and cruel guy stood up and delivered his speech at the end of his life. The general meaning is: The last moment has come, and everyone who can move must charge. Are you weapons? What is it? What is it? What is the wounded who cannot move? I am very sorry, so I have to lead the wounded soldiers to the underworld by the living officer.

Most of the Japanese rushed up and tried to charge. However, dozens of people were missing arms and legs, and were seriously injured and unable to move. They made various pain, sadness, miserable and cold expressions, reflecting the most basic desire of human beings to struggle to survive.

After several lower-level officers obeyed the order, things would be simple in the future. A bloody massacre began, the scene was tragic and disgusting. The inhumane officer pointed at the pistol and killed the wounded soldiers one by one. Some wounded soldiers rolled around and shot several shots. The gunshots sounded dullly, just occasionally changing magazines.

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The rain was dark, as if it was covering a shroud on the ground. The battle continued, but it had been removed at a fixed point, crushing the invaders into powder.

Suddenly, amid the crazy "squad leader", Kurosawa started the final charge with the remaining Japanese.

The Japanese devils who committed suicide and charged into a state of madness, they were desperate for life. Some were knocked down by gunfire, but the rest continued to charge. Among the fallen devils, the injured and undead climbed forward with difficulty, as if they could enter their heaven by moving forward. The harsh howling sounds were sandwiched among the sound of gunfire, which was extremely shrill.

Mortars, grenades, and light and heavy machine guns shot fiercely at the charge of the Japanese devils, killing the Japanese devils. When the charge of the Japanese devils approached, in order to avoid accidental injury, the mortars began to shoot extendedly. The so-called extended shooting immediately turned into a massacre.

Behind the Japanese combat troops was a team of wounded soldiers. Some of them were holding broken guns, some were hanging bandages, and in addition to those who were missing arms and legs, some were also blinded; some were supported by each other, some were held in groups of three or five; some had guns but no bullets, some had only a bayonet, some were holding grenades, and some were holding nothing.

They walked very slowly, jumping, shivering, wriggling, howling, crying, and laughing wildly. They also knew in their hearts that they could not kill several enemies at all, but just a disguised "collective septum".

Under the bombardment of the mortar, continuous flashes and thunder took away all the Japanese wounded soldiers, no matter what their thoughts, virtues, beliefs, love, and sins they had during their lifetime.

Kurosawa's sinful life also came to an end. A string of machine gun bullets hit his **** without any exciting actions or even short bold words. He fell into the mud with blood, like a dead dog.

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The gunshots gradually became sparse, but the rain did not stop. The remaining Japanese still resisted, but there were only two or three stocks, and each stock was only one hundred and eighty people dyingly struggled.

Yang Tianfeng walked on the battlefield of the flesh-and-blooded pillow, picked up a blood-stained cloth strip wrapped around the head of the Japanese corpse, and looked at the words "Iron Blood to serve the country and smash the enemy" on it, with a surprisingly no sarcastic expression.

The Japanese devils' suicide charge did not cause much loss, and it was not much more expensive than the price they paid to chew hard. It was even smaller. Everything was simple now, and even the wounded soldiers died completely.

Looking at this tragic battlefield, Yang Tianfeng shook his head gently. The Japanese devils are really an unreasonable nation. But I would rather die on the way to charge than wait for death. Isn’t this spirit worth learning for soldiers?

Of course, the strength of both sides in any battle is composed of many factors: force, firearms, logistics, commanders, morale, training, sudden attacks and accidentality... Only when the strength is similar can it be called combat, and the disparity in strength can be called suicide for the weak.

A mud-like Japanese suddenly jumped up not far away, howling wildly, pulling the grenades on his body. Amid the explosion of fire, several soldiers fell down.

"The large army withdrew from the battlefield, leaving only a small number of soldiers to search for the remaining enemies with scattered troops." Yang Tianfeng frowned. The group of Japanese devils seemed not very scary now. What was scary was the madman who was lying in the mud and pretending to be dead and suddenly jumped out.

"Yes!" The messenger saluted and left.

The rain fell densely, with poor visibility, which created conditions for the Japanese to commit suicide attacks. Yang Tianfeng and the guards around him did not notice it. A few dozen meters away, a Japanese man who was shocked by a shell in the mud woke up and moved slowly. The Japanese man was covered in mud and water, and he could no longer see his human form. Only those crazy eyes showed some of the characteristics of a human being.

The 38th hood cover quietly stretched out, and the evil gun aimed at Yang Tianfeng. Although Yang Tianfeng was wearing a raincoat without any military rank sign, the protection posture of the surrounding guards, like the arrangement of facing a great enemy, and the salute of the messenger just now, betrayed his identity.

The Japanese didn't know who it was, but they were certainly a high-ranking official. He aimed at Yang Tianfeng's **** and gritted his teeth and pulled the plate machine.

"It's dangerous!" A screaming reminder seemed to be in my ears, and seemed to be ringing in my mind. Yang Tianfeng was shocked and turned around suddenly.

The bullet shot towards him, and through the rain curtain, a blood flower splashed out on Yang Tianfeng's arm. He felt the pain and Yang Tianfeng heard the gunshots.
Chapter completed!