There were pursuers in the rear, and there were interceptions in front, and the Japanese troops had fallen into a dead end at this time, and their destruction was only in the moment. The armored reconnaissance company of the Guards Brigade, with the help of the infantry, removed the obstacles that stood in the way and immediately joined the ranks of the remnants of the enemy. In this positional breakthrough battle, the vehicle-mounted machine guns occupied a great advantage in both range and power, and the improvised positions of the Japanese army could not resist the attack of this fierce firepower at all, and then the heavy weapons platoon directly under them followed up and used the two heavy machine guns and six medium-caliber mortars they carried to join the attack, which became the last straw that broke the camel's backbone, and the defense line of the Takeda squad and the machine gun squadron collapsed in an instant, and the fire point was covered and destroyed by shells. The soldiers who were squatting in the shallow trenches and foxholes were killed one by one, and those who tried to abandon their positions and flee were fired upon by Japanese and German soldiers.

The battle was swift and fierce, and when the SS advance rushed into the Japanese position, the remaining Japanese soldiers even engaged in hand-to-hand bayonet combat with the Germans. The battle to capture the headquarters of the Morimoto Brigade was bloody and brutal, and when the gunfire stopped, only SS soldiers armed with steel guns remained on the battlefield, and not a single Japanese soldier was left alive.

"This is a medical officer of the Japanese army." Anthony. Second Lieutenant Schneider, a military doctor, crouched next to the body of the chief medic and examined the lieutenant's kraft medicine box.

"I checked just now, and all the wounded were killed on the spot, and not a single gasp was left." The medic carried a first-aid kit on his back and ran over happily.

"Next!" Schneider threw a small aluminum can at the Medic.

"What is this?" After the medic caught it, he found that the tank was full of oriental characters, and he didn't know any of them, so he unscrewed the screw cap and sniffed it.

"It's sulfonamides, and they use this as a disinfectant." Schneider pulled out a canvas bag tied with leather rope from the medicine box, which was hard to the touch, and when opened, it was a beautiful set of surgical instruments. He took a closer look at the logo on it.

"Christie, I've heard of this brand, it's American." Schneider tucked the tool into the map bag on his waist.

The size of the medical kit is not large, and there is not much room in it, but as a junior officer (mainly civilian personnel and service officers on non-combat missions), this military medical chief carries with him the most precious medicines and documents. Schneider found some chemicals and some crude pills, what exactly. Exactly what role it plays requires further testing before it can be certified.

"Doctor, this guy is still alive." Suddenly, an SS member who was examining the body shouted loudly, and he was a little unsure whether he should kill the Japanese on the spot, because it was clear that the Japanese soldier was an officer from his clothes and equipment.

"Don't touch him!" Schneider jumped up and galloped over, stopping the other team members who were about to surround him.

"Beware of the doctor, it might be a trap!" A sergeant pulled out his pistol from his holster, and he issued a warning to the second lieutenant of the military doctor.

"No, no, he just passed out." Schneider tested the pulse of the other party's neck and looked at the other party's eyelids.

"There doesn't look like there's any trauma on the back. Help me turn him over. Schneider said to the SS member who found the live mouth.

"Be careful, go and hold this guy's hands for two people." The sergeant spoke to his teammates, and four or five strong SS men rushed forward, turned the Japanese officer over, and then held down the opponent's limbs.

"There are no obvious injuries ahead."

"It's supposed to be a shock, I've seen a lot of unlucky people like this before, if he wakes up and feels nauseous, then it's a concussion."

"Sergeant Cole. I admire you for having so much experience in medicine, but now I'm a doctor. You carry him to the open space over there. I'll see if I can revive him. ”

"Check it carefully, collect all his weapons and miscellaneous belongings, Rudolph, and handcuff this guy. Doctor, this is for the sake of safety. ”

"Whatever you want, sergeant. I'm going to get some medicines, you should immediately report to your superiors by radio, this man is the only Japanese officer we've captured, I think you understand what that means. Schneider stood up, patted the dust on his knees, and then ran briskly to the half-track medical van parked nearby.

"We caught a wounded Japanese officer. It's a lieutenant. The sergeant major reported to Major Smith with a happy face.

"Well, you take a few people with you, make sure that this Japanese man survives, I need to learn the truth from his mouth." Smith replied in a deep voice with a blank face.

"Yes, Major." The sergeant major saluted, and then walked down the position with two of his men.

"The French troops in the bunker have been rescued, the wounded have been properly accommodated, and the commander of the French stronghold has expressed his gratitude to us on the phone."

"We can occupy the vantage point on the opposite hill, and from there we can look down on the whole hilly area." Ensign Claude proposed.

"There is no need for that, the enemy army has already been surrounded in this area, we just need to follow the normal steps step by step, and don't make any more troubles, the protagonist of this incident is the French Indochina Army." Smith vetoed the platoon commander's proposal.

"I don't understand what you mean." Captain Wellman, the commander of the first company, looked at the deputy commander of the brigade suspiciously.

"We have won the battle militarily, but the rest of the battle will continue at the negotiating table, we must make the empire diplomatically invincible, so we must not sink ourselves too deep, we have already proved our ability in this incident, and then let the French show off their victory."

"Understood, Major." Captain Wellman nodded respectfully, although he couldn't turn a corner for a while with his military thinking, he believed in the judge's judgment that he would not absolutely damage the interests of the Empire.

"The French watched over there, and immediately ordered to go down, and all men were restrained, and accepted the surrendered enemy troops and the wounded, and handed them over to those Frenchmen at their disposal." Smith coldly gave the order.

"Yes, but it takes time for orders to be delivered."

"Let's go faster."

The headquarters of Morimoto's brigade fled all the way. Cao and Wu Commander of the attached sections fell to their deaths one by one on the steep mountain road, and the enemy troops chasing behind them were equipped with several sharpshooters, and every time the garrison wanted to stop and launch a block, it was quickly defeated by the opponent's accurate fire.

The only eleven-year-old machine gun in the detachment had run out of the last machine gun rounds, and although the infantry still carried a large number of Arisaka rifle bullets, the two were not universal. Before a single burst could be fired, the bullet casing broke into the chamber of the rifle, and the gun was completely dumbfounded. And the grenadier in the detachment did not know when he fell behind, leaving only a secondary shooter with ammunition on his back with empty hands, perhaps he could not keep up with the team in the first place, and in this chaotic chase, leaving the team would mean death.

Eventually, when Morimoto and his party joined the Okubo squadron, there were only three living people left, and the captain was covered in grass clippings and mud. The image is simply unbearable.

In fact, the Okubo squadron would have been unable to support it for a long time, if it weren't for a tenacious belief to support him, and the fact that he has accumulated a lot of power in the squadron on weekdays, those fierce veterans would have mutinied a long time ago. The officers and men of the squadron all felt that they had never fought such a humiliating battle, and that only the imperial army had pressed others to fight, and they had never thought that one day they would be suppressed by the enemy to the point that they could not raise their heads. The firepower of the French A3 stronghold exceeded the imagination of the Japanese army, which should not have been a target that could be taken by light infantry in the first place.

The infantry artillery squad, which had high hopes, behaved even more in a mess, and was even more in a mess when it was hit by two French mortars. The ninety-two heavy machine gun squad was also no match for the French fortress machine guns. The bodies of the machine-gun crew were still lying in the grass on the hillside, and not a single one dared to approach. The entire squadron has already consumed seventy percent of its ammunition in the counterfire. The grenadiers were all depleted of ammunition, and if they were not replenished, they would have to fight with bayonets.

Finally, the order to retreat from the captain was received, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of bad battle against the wind was too demoralizing. Okubo's subordinates were able to put together a whole squad and watch these embarrassed subordinates. The squadron leader was a little crying. This time, the losses and the impact of the troops are too great to hide from the above, and if he is lucky enough to return to the station, what awaits him will also be a military judgment. For losers with no background, such as Morimoto and Okubo. Japan's military law is very harsh and harsh.

However, if there is a backstage, even if you poke the top of the big basket, you will take it lightly, and at most send it to some remote places to squat for two years, and when the limelight passes, you will be a good man again. Okubo was just from an ordinary merchant family, and there was no royal blood in the family, just following Morimoto alone and not reporting it was enough for him to go home and eat old rice, not to mention the loss of so many subordinates, at least a few years in prison. Not to mention Morimoto Otaji, who is likely to lose his head this time.

Takeo Okubo finally gathered the troops that had been scattered up a hill before, and before he could give the order to pull out, the captain personally ran over, and what he didn't expect was that behind the captain's ass was a large group of heavily armed SS troops. The Germans were so murderous that they came up with a random burst of gunfire, and the poor Japanese soldiers, who were still eager to leave the place, were shot to the ground by surprise. Captain Takeo Okubo no longer had to worry about the punishment he would suffer when he returned, and the squadron leader, who was at the front of the line, was hit by several SS snipers, and his entire head was blown off the spot, and his body died before he could fall to the ground.

Interestingly, the brigade commander miraculously escaped the crisis again, and when the shots rang out, Morimoto rushed into the grass next to him without looking back. Run, run quickly, must not fall into the hands of the people of the country, Morimoto only had this idea left in his mind, and he panicked through the towering artemisia bushes and ran in the direction of Route 4 in his impression.

Okubo's men should be able to hold off their pursuers for a while, he could go to meet up with Hasegawa's squadron first, and then turn around and come back to support Okubo, the idea kept looping through his mind like a life-saving straw, and this is how people are when they reach a dead end, even if they have the slightest hope and will hold on to it, even if they know in their hearts that it is just a false illusion.

But the final blow was not long in coming, and when the Nakasa rushed onto the road, he ran head-on into the rout of Hasegawa's squadron. Hasegawa's squadron was destroyed, only because of a tempered second lieutenant, and after the loss of the second squad, the thin defense line built by the third squad could not stop the fierce and fearless Foreign Legionnaires. Almost with a drum, most of the soldiers in the squad were killed on the spot along with the squadron leader, and the culprit, Second Lieutenant Shiraki, tried to surrender on his knees, but those barbarians did not leave their mouths alive, and what was even more terrible was that they also liked to harvest human heads.

After listening to the report of the rout, Morimoto Otaku No. 2 Nakasa felt dizzy and nauseous, he bent down and retched a few times to the side of the road, vomiting out some bright red blood clots, and the mortar shell in front of him still shocked his internal organs.

"Captain, retreat quickly, the enemy is about to catch up." The soldier reminded Morimoto loudly.

"No need, the brigade is over, you can escape on your own, let me stay here." Morimoto shook his hand and pushed away the soldier who was holding him.

"If you can go back alive, please apologize to the Wing Commander on my behalf, this failure is my sole responsibility, and has nothing to do with my officers and soldiers, I have already written a letter and put it in my briefcase in the brigade office. Please also tell the Captain of the Wing that the Imperial Army has lost troops this time, and Morimoto Otaji knows that it will be difficult to atone for his sins, so he only asks the Captain to take care of my family if he has the conditions. ”

"Captain!" The two soldiers also wanted to be persuaded.

"Let's go, go that way to the border, bring my words to the Wing Commander, this is the order." Morimoto ordered loudly, and after the two Japanese soldiers looked at each other, they solemnly saluted Morimoto, and then turned around and crossed the road and climbed up the steep hill on the other side.

At this moment, the figure of the Foreign Legion soldier appeared on the other side of the road. Looking at the enemy troops rushing quickly in an offensive formation, Morimoto Otaji took out his pistol from the holster at his waist, and after turning on the bolt, he pulled the trigger on his temple without hesitation.

The sporadic fighting that ensued continued into the evening, and the 3rd Brigade of the 21st Infantry Wing of the Imperial Japanese Army ceased to exist militarily.

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