Everywhere Kuroda Ichiro's gaze could reach, the puppet soldiers all bowed their heads in panic, not daring to look at them.

And ran all the way so that they were covered in mud and embarrassed, and some people even didn't know what to do with their empty hands, and they didn't even know where to throw their guns.

Seeing this scene, Kuroda Ichiro's lungs were about to explode, his fists were clenched, his teeth were creaking, and he wanted to kill these mud that couldn't support the wall with one shot.

However, most of these puppet soldiers were recruited locally, and once they were killed, it would definitely cause instability in local law and order.

After all, now they are vigorously propagandizing and whitewashing their identity as aggressors in the occupied areas, and beautifying them as those who have come to help build the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere.

So although Kuroda Ichiro wanted to kill with a fierce look in his eyes, he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, he took a few deep breaths angrily, and finally calmed himself down.

When the puppet army battalion commander Zhang Lezi saw Kuroda Ichiro standing there with a gloomy face, he felt the fierce murderous aura, and he was also so frightened that his face turned pale, and he felt that his life was in danger.

Fortunately, in the end, Kuroda Ichiro still resisted the urge to kill, and slapped Zhang Lezi fiercely: "Waste!"

The crisp slap sounded, and a clear swollen slap mark suddenly appeared on Zhang Lezi's face, and the pain was hot, but in the face of the devil soldiers around him, Zhang Lezi grinned in pain, but he could only nod and endure it.

The defeated puppet army had no will to fight, and in the morning they had been fighting the guerrillas in front of them, and the heavy casualties had demoralized.

And now the puppet army is cold and hungry and just wants to retreat to Qinghe Town as soon as possible, and they don't have the heart to cover for the rearguard, so they are no longer useful.

Kuroda Ichiro originally wanted to use the puppet army to delay the tail pursuit of a guerrilla team, but the performance of the puppet army really reassured him, and in the end he had to rely on their own people.

"Kameda-san—"

Ichiro Kuroda turned his gaze to Lieutenant Kameda, a devil with a tired face.

Lieutenant Kameda heard the shout, withdrew his gaze from the hazy rain and fog, turned around and walked a few quick steps, and bowed heavily in front of Kuroda Ichiro.

"Your squadron stays behind to stop the trailing guerrillas." Ichiro Kuroda gave the order.

"Hey!" Squadron Leader Kameda was stunned for a moment and then simply agreed.

Kuroda Ichiro nodded with satisfaction and advised: "Don't get entangled too much with the guerrillas, and retreat after completing the cover and blocking mission."

Squadron Leader Kameda naturally knew how powerful the guerrillas were, so he nodded and signaled that he understood.

"Battalion Commander Zhang-" After Kuroda Ichiro finished his order, he shouted out the puppet army battalion commander Zhang Lezi.

Zhang Lezi covered his red and swollen face with one hand, and was secretly cursing Kuroda Ichiro for not having a child, and he was frightened by such a sudden shout.

"Taijun, Taijun, what are your orders?"

Zhang Lezi hurriedly responded and approached Kuroda Ichiro, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile and asked.

Kuroda Ichiro pointed at his embarrassed subordinates and said, "Leave one company to assist Kameda-san as a defender, and the rest... The work of returning to Qinghe Town ......"

Hearing that Kuroda Ichiro no longer allowed himself to be a defender, Zhang Lezi's heart suddenly became happy, and he hurriedly responded: "Yes, I'll arrange it!"

"Tell them if they dare to retreat without a fight...... All for... Dead, dead, drip! Kuroda Ichiro warned murderously.

"Understood, understood." Zhang Lezi replied with some weakness in his heart.

Soon, the devil Shaozo Kuroda Ichiro was arranged, leaving a squadron of devils and a company of puppet troops, and rushed to Qinghe Town with the main force.

Kameda, the leader of the devil squadron in charge of the cover behind the palace, took over the command, and the team of three hundred people quickly built a simple defense system based on a few low mounds.

The officers and men of the guerrilla squad that had been pursued before were repulsed, and the brothers of the two squads were chased over, and their strength was greatly increased after they were combined.

"Brothers, slaughter devils! Rush with me! ”

Previously, they had beaten hundreds of puppet troops to the ground, which also made them proud, and without knowing the depth, they once again launched an attack on the rearguard of the retreating devils.

But what they don't know is that now the devils have adjusted their deployment, and it is not only the puppet army that stays behind to cover the retreat, but also the devils of the squadron.

Although the Kameda squadron had already lost more than 40 people in the previous battle, there were still more than 140 combat soldiers, and the strength was still strong, not to mention the assistance of a company of puppet soldiers.

More than 30 officers and men of the guerrillas jumped up from behind the muddy puddles and grass and trees with their guns in hand, and quickly pounced on the rearguard of the devil soldiers who were defending in the rain and fog.

Most of these guerrilla officers and men, who were recruits, were already red-eyed, and in a short period of one day, after the baptism of blood, they had gradually grown up from their initial panic and fear to their current fearlessness.

But after all, there is still too little battlefield experience, and the veterans who lead the team also ignore the fact that they are not leading a group of veterans who have experienced a hundred battles, but a group of new soldiers, and they are bent on biting the devil in front of the friendly company, ignoring the subtle changes in the battlefield situation.

The brethren of these guerrillas worked in groups of three, pulled the line of skirmishers and pounced, and the subject of shooting on the move had already been practiced countless times, loading, aiming, and pulling the trigger in one go.

The whistling bullets continued to pass through the rain and fog and sink into the devil's temporary defensive positions, and from time to time there were muffled screams.

The puppet soldiers lying on the wet ground were holding their guns one by one, bullets whizzing over their heads, their white lips biting tightly, the devil squadron leader Kameda did not give an order, and they did not dare to shoot without authorization.

The leader of the devil squadron, Kameda, was lying on his stomach behind a mound of dirt, and through the hazy rain and fog, he could see the figure of a guerrilla officer and soldier with a gun rushing up, judging from the number of people and the sound of gunfire, the number of guerrillas was not much, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cruel sneer.

The devil soldiers have almost rigid endurance, and without orders from their commanders, even if people are constantly being shot and injured and held to the back, they still do not move in the slightest like dormant beasts.

Seeing that the figures of the guerrilla officers and soldiers gradually became clearer, the devils could even clearly see that the guerrilla officers and soldiers ran over the puddles and splashed muddy water flying all over the sky, but they still did not move, and their calmness made people's hearts palpitate.

"Shoot!"

When the guerrillas reached a distance of seventy or eighty meters, Squadron Leader Kameda sneered cruelly and waved his raised arms down with all his might.

"Teng Teng Teng—"

The Type 92 heavy machine gun, which was arranged on a slightly stiff ground, was the first to roar, and the vicious bullets slammed head-on into the officers and men of the guerrillas who rushed at them with unstoppable arrogance.

Almost defenseless, in the face of the heavy machine gun bullets that swept over, a three-person combat team rushing in front was immediately torn and shattered by the furious heavy machine gun bullets, blood and flesh flew sideways, and before they could even scream, they were pushed back by the powerful impact force and smashed heavily into the muddy water.