The morning sun carried a cold air over the rivers, ditches, fields, and undulating hills, and in the frosty fields, there were large areas of cold and stiff corpses.

Most of these corpses scattered in the field were killed by the guerrillas at night by the devil soldiers, and occasionally the bodies of a few dead guerrilla officers and soldiers who could not retreat could be seen lying in the fields.

After daybreak the gunfire fell silent, and the elusive guerrilla officers and soldiers disappeared as if they had never appeared.

If it weren't for the corpses of their companions lying in the wilderness ditch, the devil soldiers would have thought they were just having a nightmare.

Gun-carrying devil soldiers were collecting the corpses of their fallen in the wilderness farmland, many of them with huge bloody holes in their abdomen, and some of them had their entire skulls torn off.

The dead who stepped into the guerrilla mine trap were even more miserable, many of their legs were blown off, and the broken legs were lying in the grass with bloody flesh and blood, while the devils who had shed blood had lost their breath, and their congealed legs had turned dark red.

Seeing the miserable appearance of their companions when they died, these ghost soldiers who were responsible for collecting the corpses of their companions all looked sad.

They are not those fierce and violent field soldiers, those veterans who have rich combat experience and act decisively and ruthlessly have been consumed in successive battles.

Now although these devil soldiers have also undergone strict training, their will to fight is not as good as those devil troops who invaded China in advance, and even when they see the corpses of these fallen comrades, some people's hearts are churning, and they can't help but want to vomit.

These devil soldiers, who were eager to make a meritorious deed, were defeated of their arrogance and arrogance in just one night.

The cold guns and cold guns of the guerrilla corps in northern Jiangsu made them realize that the war was not as easy as they imagined, nor was it as beautiful as the domestic propaganda, and that the war was accompanied by cruelty and death, and maybe the next moment, they would also die.

Thinking of the guerrillas who kept attacking them in the dark night last night, these exhausted devil soldiers had palpitations.

They knew that they had entered the guerrilla zone, and that they could no longer loot and enjoy as recklessly as they did in Gaoyou, where the slightest carelessness might cost their lives.

Suzuki Takeshi, a devil recruit, stood beside a ditch full of silt, looking at his companions who were swollen in the water, and his heart was mixed, because the one who died was his friend who was familiar with the team, and they were sent to the Chinese battlefield together as a reinforcement, but now they are dead.

"Suzuki-san, move faster."

Seeing Suzuki Yi standing there and not moving, Jun Cao walked over with a long stride and urged.

"Hey."

Hearing the urging of the military chief, Takeshi Suzuki hurriedly put away his grief, bent down and dragged his friend's body out of the ditch, and walked towards the place where the corpses were piled up.

A night of high-intensity marching and fighting had caused Takeshi Suzuki's physical strength to be exerted, and now he was carrying out such a task of collecting the dead bodies, his head was groggy and his feet were weak.

It took him and another devil soldier a great deal of effort to get the corpses to the place where they were centrally disposed of, and where all the bodies of the dead were concentrated.

Because the battle had to continue, the roads were destroyed and the corpses could not be transported, so the captain of the brigade, Tai Hirayama, ordered the corpses to be burned on the spot.

Soon, the corpses were all covered with firewood, and after the ceremony of the large baggage team, the raging fire burned and a puff of black smoke rose up.

Watching his friend's corpse being engulfed in flames, Takeshi Suzuki, a ghost soldier, had a particularly complicated mood.

"Go over there and rest, and when we regain our strength, we will definitely let the people of China pay for their blood debts!"

The commander of the army, Kong Wu, patted Suzuki Takeshi's shoulder with his powerful hand, his face looked a little hideous, and he immediately turned around and strode towards a leeward depression.

Takeshi Suzuki quickly followed his squad to a leeward depression to rest, and the exhausted devil soldiers quickly fell asleep with their guns in their arms and marching blankets after eating.

After all, I didn't sleep all night last night, and I'm extremely tired at the moment, but Suzuki Takeshi, who lost his friend, couldn't sleep, looking at the steaming lunch box, uncomfortably tight.

The captain of the devil brigade, Hirayama Kei, let the troops who had been fighting all night rest in place and stand by, and the devil soldiers were all gathered in squadrons and squads to hide and rest in various places, and the devil troops could not be seen from a distance except for those devil sentries with guns on guard.

"See that tree, there is a depression behind the tree, there should be a devil resting there......"

"There should be devils sleeping behind the dirt slope, too, and there is still smoke going from there."

……

While the devil soldiers were resting in place, on the other side of a river just a few hundred meters away from them, several "straw men" were pointing at the devils restingly.

Shen Biao, the commander of the major guerrilla battalion, personally wore camouflage to observe the situation of the devil soldiers, and calibrated the firing parameters for the mortars of the machine gun company behind.

Although the devil soldiers suffered a big loss last night, it was night after all, and they were not afraid of any guerrillas during the day, so most of the devils were sleeping and resting to replenish their physical strength and recharge for the next attack, and the sentries were also drowsy, and they did not expect that the guerrillas would touch the near place to fight them during the day.

And the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao grasped the psychology of the devil's carelessness of the enemy, so he was ready to let the devil give them another big gift when they were slack.

"Let all the artillery squads disperse for me, don't get together to fight, if you let the devil serve it in one pot, it will be a joke."

After the battalion commander Shen Biao personally arrived to observe, he gave the battle order to the brothers of the machine gun company.

Their machine gun company now has strong firepower, with only four 81 mortars and two Type 92 infantry guns.

In the impression of the little devils, many of the soldiers of the Chinese regular army are infantry with a small number of bullets, like all kinds of artillery, which is pitiful, let alone a rabble of guerrillas.

But what the captain of the devil's brigade did not know was that the current guerrilla corps in northern Jiangsu had already changed its guns, and several victories had equipped them with all-Japanese weapons, and their firepower had long surpassed that of some regular troops.

"Put!"

"Whew! Shout! Shout! ”

With the order of the guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao, the artillery squads that were hiding close to the devil's resting place began to fire extremely rapid fire on the slopes and depressions of several suspected devil gathering points.

The devil soldiers had been fighting all night and were asleep, so they didn't hear the sound of the cannonballs breaking through the air at all, but the ghost sentries and Suzuki Takeshi, who couldn't sleep, heard it, and looked up lazily, not expecting to encounter artillery bombardment at all.

When Takeshi Suzuki followed the sound and looked at it, he happened to see the cannonballs flying at great speed, his pupils shrank rapidly, and his complexion changed wildly.

"Boom, boom!"

Before Suzuki Takeshi could show the alarm, the scorching cannonball had already smashed down, and immediately there was an earth-shattering roar and explosion, and those sleeping devils were blown to pieces by the falling cannonballs.