The three airships received orders to move one after another, and they slowly descended from a high altitude, and finally hovered in the air more than 100 meters away from the valley stronghold.

The huge roar instantly alarmed the people in the valley, and immediately caused chaos in the valley, with shouts and shouts everywhere. Several high-ranking samurai wielded samurai swords and tried to stabilize the situation in the valley, but in the dark night, three behemoths suddenly appeared in the sky, making them feel extremely frightened.

The three airships began to drop one after another wattle bombs, which exploded all over the valley, bursting into thick patches of smoke, and the pungent smell spread with the breeze, which immediately made the remnants of the Ma family in the valley cough loudly.

The pervasive irritating aura made them cry and couldn't even open their eyes. Even the most heroic samurai can't stand this. The dozens of samurai and hundreds of ashigaru in the valley lost their combat effectiveness in an instant.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

There was a muffled sound, flares were fired, and then they slowly descended, and the entrance to the valley suddenly seemed like day.

With a shout from the platoon commander, Hikten and the indigenous cavalry of the Outer Northeast beside him got up from the ground and roared towards the entrance of the valley. The remnants of the Arima family, who were guarding here, were also choked with tears by the gradually spreading gas.

One by one, they screamed loudly and scurried around. Several samurai roared, brandishing their katana frantically, not caring whether they were friends or foes around them, and even hacked many of their own people to death.

The Outer Northeast Native Cavalry quickly rushed to the entrance of the valley, and the squad and platoon leaders who ran at the front were equipped with a 40mm grenade launcher, and they shot darts one after another, and countless steel darts instantly beat the samurai and ashigaru of the Arima family guarding here to a thousand holes.

Hikten emptied the two shotguns in the barrel. He didn't even save reloading, threw his double-barreled shotgun behind his back, drew his saber, and rushed forward with a loud roar, cutting down a samurai with a "poof".

"Ah......h

Hikten, who has already killed the red-eyed. Like a fierce tiger, he took the lead in rushing to the entrance of the valley with his sword, frantically slashing at the samurai and ashigaru who had lost their combat effectiveness, and in a short time, they were covered in blood.

The squad and platoon commanders, who were a step slower, looked at the crazy Hikten in front of them, and they all cursed secretly. Then Hickten drew his saber and rushed into the entrance to the valley.

The airship had already dropped a lot of flares, and the valley was as bright as day. The situation in the valley is even worse. The samurai of the Ma family, Ashigaru and their families, were subjected to more gas, a pungent breath that tortured them to the point of shouting.

The indigenous cavalry of the Outer Northeast rushed into the valley and began to slaughter the warriors of the Ma family in a frenzied manner, and they killed unscrupulously, everyone was like a bloody person. Hikten alone killed dozens of people along the way.

Hickten was on a saber. Panting heavily, he rushed a few hundred meters in one go. He was still desperately slashing all the way, and he was already exhausted, and now he could barely lift his little finger.

In the valley, there were samurai and ashigaru of the Ma family, and in a short period of time, they were completely killed by the indigenous cavalry of the outer northeast. They were all exhausted and out of breath, and there were no more soldiers in front of them. There are only a few samurai and Ashigaru's family members left, all of whom are old and weak, women and children.

"Ah...... Ah......h

At this moment, a group of daredevils in gas masks, who roared like beasts, rushed in and crossed the indigenous cavalry of the Outer Northeast. rushed to the front of the Arima family samurai and the family members of Ashigaru.

The entire valley was plunged into a bloody storm, and the screams of women and children were heartbreaking, mixed with the hideous laughter of the daredevils. Hikten silently turned around and sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

He didn't want to watch this scene now, the performance of these beasts made him feel a little disgusted in his heart. Suddenly, he was slapped on the head, and Hickten looked back to see that it was the platoon commander.

Hickten tried to stand up, but was pressed down again by a pair of large hands from the platoon commander. The platoon commander also sat next to him, and scolded with a smile: "You kid rushed fast, and while we were loading, let your kid pick up a bargain." Paralyzed, I've got to give you a fucking ......."

After the platoon commander finished speaking, he took out a cigarette and handed him one, Hikten took the platoon commander's cigarette, asked him to help light it, and then took a few puffs, the taste was really indescribably sour.

On weekdays, Lishketeng does not smoke, because in addition to distributing cigarettes to the troops during wartime, the officers and soldiers in peacetime have to spend their own allowances to buy cigarettes. Of course, the servicemen of the Far Eastern Military Commission, whether they buy cigarettes or spirits, enjoy extremely high discounts.

Even so, Hickten was reluctant to spend his money on it, and except for a small part of his monthly allowance, the rest would be sent home. He even saved his shirts, socks and some distributed supplies and sent them all home.

Strange to say, he usually chokes on a puff of cigarette and coughs, but every time he smokes a cigarette between battles, he feels very comfortable. His comrades-in-arms also knew that he had this habit, and at this time, they would take the initiative to hand him a cigarette.

At this time, the killing in the valley was over, and a group of crazy daredevils were still searching all corners of the valley, stepping on the blood pool full of corpses to mend their knives everywhere, and from time to time they would let out a vicious laugh.

As the sky gradually brightened, the gas in the valley slowly faded. A large number of daredevils also entered the valley, dug several large pits, and buried the corpses in layers.

Hickten and the others leaned against the trees outside the valley, relieving their exhausted bodies. The perfect end of this operation also means that they will have a vacation when they return to the army.

For the Far Eastern Army in various parts of Kyushu, the holiday is a very cool thing. There are a lot of Japanese women all over Kyushu who need to be soothed. Although the discipline of the Far Eastern Army is extremely strict, as long as it is caught, it will not tolerate such a thing as rape.

However, he encouraged the officers and soldiers to buy spring during the holidays, and as long as you are willing, no one will care about you even if you fly four or five times, as long as your body can resist it. The Military Commission will even regularly organize a group of professional women who are both virtuous and artistic to go to the troops stationed in remote areas to work in the army.

The army is a group that is full of masculinity. Many times when you walk around the barracks, you will find that the whole barracks may even be male. They are all at the age of blood and strength, staying in the boring camp all the year round, and training hard every day, so they can't let the children live every day.

In short, this is human nature, which must not be erased, and the warriors must be allowed to find some way to vent. If you make a pair of friends, then the troops under the Military Commission will not be able to train a batch of sissies. (To be continued......)

PS: THANKS TO SILENTWOLL FOR THE MONTHLY PASS SUPPORT. Thank you for the reward of the cannon in the world.