Most of the Tajima squad was eating a belated lunch when it was attacked, because the clash with the French defenders had occurred so suddenly, and the Morimoto brigade, which was scheduled to rest and eat after arriving at its destination, had not been able to spare time for the soldiers to eat.

Second Lieutenant Tajima, who had been transferred to the rear team to recuperate, finally obtained permission for the soldiers to eat the lunch they had brought with them and replenish their strength to prepare for the next battle. The remnants of Tajima's squad sat in a circle on the side of the road, gulping down rice balls wrapped in rice dumpling leaves, and the side dish was canned beef Yamato, which was served before departure, and the food was warm, not because it had been processed, but because of the local climate.

Unlike the soldiers in Kuno's squadron, the sacrifice of their comrades made the veterans even more motivated, eating food and cheering each other on, and looking forward to returning to the battle after the rest to avenge their fallen comrades.

Tajima and the only two remaining soldiers in the team interrogated the three escaped rookies on the side, and they dared to run away, this kind of coward is not worthy of living in this world. At the same time, Tajima also felt a little puzzled, what did the non-commissioned officers of the Kuno squadron do to eat, and they would sit back and watch these wastes flee armed and flee. Looking at the three privates' unyielding looks, Tajima began to feel that something was not right.

Could it be that what these wastes said is true, the Kuno squadron has been defeated, and at this time, the gunfire in the direction of the Kuno squadron is still continuous, and it sounds like the battle is going on extremely fiercely, is it really just a Shina armored car that they encountered? Second Lieutenant Tajima decided to report the incident to Morimoto, and at the same time prepared to send a herald to Kuno's squadron to inquire about the situation.

But before he could give these orders, several wheeled vehicles appeared on the road. Immediately, a series of tracer bullets swept towards the crowd of Japanese soldiers sitting around the road. Second Lieutenant Keizatajima was almost stunned to see this, these soldiers were the only bones and blood left in his squad, and he had dreamed of relying on these veterans as seeds to retrain a new army, but now these people were shot all over under his nose.

"Enemy attack! Report to Captain Morimoto immediately! Tajima ordered loudly to the herald standing beside him.

"Hah!" The herald agreed, turned around and ran.

"Hidden! Take cover! Tajima shouted loudly at his men who were stumbling on the side of the road, and at the same time flew into the drainage canal on the side of the road, picked up the eleven-year-old machine gun that had been erected there and began to fire continuously at the target that was coming at high speed.

At this time, the uninjured personnel in Tajima's squad were already not enough to make up an infantry squad. But the surviving soldiers quickly calmed down, skillfully finding cover on the spot, and even leaning on the bodies of the dead to set up rifles and fire back at the incoming armored vehicles. These people have undergone long-term rigorous training and have undergone countless actual combat tests, and fighting has almost become an instinct in their bodies, and this is the most crucial difference between veterans and new recruits.

"Fukuda! Blow up the tree behind us and block road traffic. Tajima ordered Fukuda Juncao, who was lying beside him.

"Hah! Sawano, you come to replace me. Fukuda shouted to Captain Sawano, who was lying not far away, and the latter hurriedly rolled over on the spot to replace Fukuda, who was currently serving as the assistant shooter of the machine gun.

The Japanese soldier Cao took out two Type 97 grenades from the shoulder bag on his waist. The cat briskly ran towards a tall street tree beside the road. Tajima, who has rich combat experience, knows that it is impossible to resist the attack of such a mechanized force with these people at hand, but if he just wants to delay the opponent's action, the Japanese army has many effective methods. These are wheeled armored vehicles, although they have the ability to maneuver off-road, but they are definitely not as strong as on the road, a tree or even a shallow trench is enough to stop them from advancing, although it is impossible to stop the other side for a long time, but at least it can buy some valuable reaction time for their own side.

Compared to the poor performance of the Kuno squadron. The tactical ability of the Tajima squad can be considered excellent. Fukuda Juncao tied two grenades to the tree with a spare legging, and after pulling out the safety latch. The fuse was struck by the hilt of the saber, and then he rolled neatly into the canal beside the road. After a roar, thigh-thick street trees slowly toppled onto the road with a creaking sound of timber breaking, blocking the eight-meter-wide interprovincial highway.

"Retreat! Retreat! Seeing that Fukuda had completed his mission, Tajima gave his subordinates an order to retreat. At this moment, including the three frightened deserters, a total of five Japanese soldiers fell under the opponent's machine guns, and without regular bunkers, they could not resist the blow of this kind of firepower.

At this time, the machine-gun crew of Second Lieutenant Yasunari Tajima was hit intensively by the fire of armored vehicles. He and Sawano were pinned down in the ditch and couldn't lift their heads, and finally the last grenadier soldier in the squad had a Type 95 smoke bomb left on his body, relying on the cover of smoke, Tajima and Sawano escaped from the dense fire of the other side, and they were still carrying the eleven-year-old light machine gun and half a box of machine gun cartridges.

At this time, there were only seven officers and soldiers left in the squad, including the squad leader Tajima, and the Tajima squad could be said to have been wiped out. After running for a while towards the main unit of the brigade, Second Lieutenant Tajima stopped and jumped into a ditch beside the road, turning his head to observe the movement of the enemy troops. Sure enough, his tactics worked, and the enemy armored vehicles were blocked by trees lying diagonally in the middle of the road, and the gunners of the enemy armored vehicles could only angrily fire a few tracer rounds at their own team, but because the target was hidden under the roadbed, they did not hurt a single bit.

"Squad Leader, the enemy is really blocked."

"It's worthy of being the captain of the squad, amazing."

"Damn Zhina, wait for our large army to come up and kill you all one by one." The survivors of the Tajima team gritted their teeth and stared at the enemy forces on the road.

"All ready to fight, shoot! We can't let them move the obstacles, we have to buy time for our comrades. ”

Tajima ordered loudly, and then he set up his machine gun and began to fire short shots at the armored vehicle, not to kill the enemy, but to harass the enemy's movements. The soldiers who forced the opposing side did not dare to get out of the car and move the big tree that blocked the way. At this time, the wheeled armored vehicle had entered the range of the Japanese machine gun and lost the advantage of the machine gun in range, but neither the power of the ammunition nor the amount of projection could be compared with the 11-year-old crooked handle. However, this group of Japanese soldiers was obviously more experienced, and the firing positions they chose were very tricky, because of the limitation of the depression angle of the weapons, it was difficult for the armored vehicles to effectively attack the opponent for a while. The Japanese could easily use rifles and machine guns to clank the armor plates of armored vehicles.

"Yo Xi, just do it, that's it." Tajima shouted excitedly.

"Hah! Squad Leader. The soldiers agreed in unison, taking turns getting up and shooting in the direction of the armored vehicle with their rifles.

Just when the Tajima squad thought that they had successfully blocked the advance of these armored vehicles, as if they had suddenly emerged from the ground, groups of heavily armed infantry suddenly appeared on both sides of the road, and those soldiers quickly bypassed the big tree blocking the road, and they formed a small horizontal formation of three or five people, arranged in a sparse formation of stragglers. Quietly and quickly rushed in the direction of Tajima's team.

"The infantry of the Shina Army!"

"Shoot!" The soldiers in Tajima's squad reacted immediately, turning their guns and firing at the infantry.

"Why hasn't the support of the brigade come yet!" After knocking over two enemy soldiers in quick succession with rifles, Fukuda was a little breathless, these enemies were obviously well-trained and elite soldiers, and did not panic at all after being blocked, but quickly dispersed into several groups, one group began to fire suppressive fire on itself with machine guns, and the infantry of the other groups approached from the flanks towards the rear of their positions. This tactic is all too familiar, if not different in military uniforms. He would have thought it was a group of Japanese soldiers.

"Suzuki!" A sad wail sounded, and Fukuda hurriedly turned his face to look when he heard the sound.

Private Suzuki, who was lying on the edge of the ditch with a rifle aimed, was shot in the forehead, and a fist-sized hole appeared in the back of his head, and the brain tissue and marrow fluid in the skull sprayed the face of Captain Toyoda standing behind him.

"Red Deer Noro!" Toyota roared and picked up his rifle, and then a bullet shot shot head-on between his eyes, the power of the bullet was so great. Directly shattered the back edge of the steel helmet, and brains mixed with blood gushed out of the hole.

"Be careful to hide, there are sharpshooters on the other side!" Fukuda felt a chill stretch from the top of his head to his toes, and the deaths of these two comrades proved this terrible fact.

"Bullets! Hurry up and give me the bullets! Second Lieutenant Tajima roared loudly, a look of fear in his bloodshot eyes for the first time.

The ones on the other side are definitely not the Zhina army. Blue-gray M35 steel helmets, gray-green uniforms, high leather boots, and machine guns with an extremely high rate of fire gave him a sense of déjà vu.

"O gods! They are the Independence Army! Tajima was stunned by what he found, wasn't the outfit of the infantrymen on the other side the same German Army that he had always seen in magazines?

"How could the Independents be in French Indochina, and why are they at war with our army?" Tajima felt like he was going crazy, and he now had a question in his head that he wanted to find answers.

"Fukuda! You immediately go and report to the captain that it is the army of the Independence that is fighting against us! ”

"How is it possible, aren't these the Zhina Army?"

"Why are they attacking us!" The remaining Japanese soldiers in the ditch exclaimed.

"How do I know! Fukuda, hurry back and report, there must be some serious misunderstanding in it, and Captain Morimoto must be informed of the news immediately. Second Lieutenant Tajima commanded loudly.

"Hah!" Fukuda nodded.

"You must hold on, wait for me to come back." Fukuda shouted loudly to his comrades in the ditch, and then quickly climbed out of the ditch, crossed the highway with rolling and climbing, and ran along the roadbed on the other side of the road in the direction of the brigade.

"What are we going to do now, Squad Leader!"

At this time, only Sawano and the other three infantry remained by Tajima's side, and the soldiers were distracted by the squad leader's judgment, and they didn't know if they should continue to fight.

"Who's carrying the white cloth?" Tajima asked loudly.

"I have a clean crotch cloth." A soldier flipped through his backpack and pulled out a white crotch cloth, which was still the standard distribution item of the Japanese Army.

"Give me the rifle, I want to negotiate with the other party, there must be some misunderstanding in it." Tajima snatched the white cloth, snatched a rifle from his men, and then tied the crotch cloth to the rifle bayonet.

"Don't fire!" Tajima raised his rifle in the air, shook it vigorously, and shouted loudly in German.

"We are the Japanese Army! We are friendly countries with Germany! Tajima shouted.

But no matter how he shouted, the other side showed the slightest sign of stopping the attack, and those infantry even took advantage of the ceasefire on Tajima's side to approach this side in alternate cover.

"They're coming, Second Lieutenant." Sawada shouted anxiously.

"They are civilized countries and will follow the Geneva agreements." Tajima continued waving the white flag, hoping that the Germans would stop and communicate with him, but all he was waiting for was a few smoke-belching M24 grenades.

"Second Lieutenant, grenade!" The soldiers screamed and climbed out of the ditch, but before they could climb the edge of the ditch, the grenades exploded one after another.

After more than ten seconds, several SS infantrymen cautiously walked to the ditch with 98K rifles, and a non-commissioned officer took out a pistol from his waist and began to replenish his gun at the Japanese soldiers who were struggling in the mud at the bottom of the ditch.

"Why! Why are you doing this. Second Lieutenant Tajima leaned against the ditch wall and looked at the German in front of him, bright red blood kept pouring out of his mouth, a grenade fell right next to him, the part of his body from the waist down was almost torn by shrapnel, and the internal organs were obviously badly damaged. Tajima glared at the Germans angrily, wondering why the other party saw the international white flag and still attacked him.

"Shameless Japanese monkey, he already deceived us once just now, and he wants us to be fooled again!" The German non-commissioned officer aimed the P08 in his hand at Tajima's head and pulled the trigger.

Second Lieutenant Tajima died in a filthy ditch on the side of Highway 4 in French Indochina, staring at the sky with blank eyes, unable to understand why the Germans had shot him.

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