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In a military tent, a Japanese officer was lying on his open military luggage and writing a diary by the light of a flashlight.

Ono Masaya, a squad leader of the Yamamoto Wing of the Japanese 10th Division, had a habit of keeping a diary, and this habit was also brought to the country that all the Imperial Japanese Army called Shina as he traveled across the ocean.

At this time, he was writing in his diary with a fountain pen: I have only time to write a stroke in the past few days of rapid marching, and today our wing has actually met the monkey army in the Chinese army.

The imperial army unit where he belonged occupied Tianjin in two hours, Jinan in eight hours, and the land of Taierzhuang was not attacked for two days and two nights, and returned with a rare defeat.

But the monkey army of the Shina army encountered today turned out to be more difficult than the Shina army encountered in Taierzhuang.

They were not tall men, but they were as clever as monkeys, and they were not afraid of death, and with a force of five hundred men, they held back our wing for four hours.

Even as I kept my diary for today, there was still a battle not far ahead, and I could clearly hear the sound of artillery and gunfire.

In order to surround the Chinese army, the imperial army is going to fight at night today.

Ono Masaya has already thought about the last sentence to be written today: It can be seen that the Monkey Army is the most tenacious and warlike army in the Shina army that our department has encountered.

He put his pen on the paper and was about to write it, but he heard the horn of a car outside, and at the same time the tent curtain moved, and one of his soldiers ran in and reported, "Report to Your Excellency, Captain, there are five trucks carrying military supplies outside!" ”

Ono Masaya put down the pen in his hand, picked up the flashlight that was still on, got up from the bunk, and followed the soldier out.

The task of the team he led today was to be responsible for the guard of the rear of the wing, what kind of military supply vehicle came so late, and when he thought about this, the people had already arrived at the temporary bunker with sandbags.

In the night, four large Japanese military vehicles with their headlights had stopped outside the barracks.

Ono Masaya walked through the cover to the first truck, shook the flashlight in his hand into the first truck, and saw a squadron leader and a driver of the Imperial Japanese Army sitting in the cab.

He stood up and saluted the squadron leader and asked, "Your Excellency, why is it so late?" ”

The squadron leader replied, "There is a car that has broken down halfway, and it is all waiting for it." ”

"Oh." Ono Saya nodded, then turned around and waved his hand and shouted at his men, "Let go!" ”

So, a few soldiers ran out and pushed open the makeshift log at the entrance of the barracks, and the five trucks roared in one after another.

Ono Masaya was about to turn around and enter the house, but saw the five cars driving straight ahead, and hurriedly ran forward and shouted, "Stop, stop." ”

It was impossible for a truck entering the barracks to drive fast, so he quickly caught up with the first truck and called it to a halt.

"How do you drive forward, the quartermaster store is turning to the right, don't you know?"

"Our truckloads of supplies are urgently needed by the imperial army for night battles, and the commander asked us to send them to the front." The squadron leader who said this had already opened the car door and walked down.

"We don't know each other, do you want to trouble you to lead us over?" The squadron leader said.

"Yes, Your Excellency Squadron Leader." Ono Masaya said with a standing position, but he was thinking in his heart, the monkey army on the other side is really too difficult, and everyone has to accompany them in this night battle.

So, he followed the squadron leader into the truck that was moving again.

Ten minutes later, the four-vehicle convoy had reached the front of the barracks, and more than 200 soldiers were gathering outside the tents, apparently preparing to attack the Chinese army again.

The cab of the military truck was not large, and Ono Saya and the squadron leader were tightly huddled together, which was like riding a crowded bus, and although the squadron leader was very one-lined, he still felt the heat coming from the other party's thighs.

At this time, he noticed that the squadron leader and the driver were wearing a white towel on their right arm, so he asked curiously: "Your Excellency, why are you all wearing towels?" ”

The squadron leader glanced at him and stretched his waist, the two of them were too crowded, as if to stretch out better, he naturally poked his arm behind Masaya's neck from Ono.

Then he said a word, but this sentence made Ono Masaya confused, he didn't understand? What kind of words is this, it's not our Japanese, it seems to be the Chinese language he once heard, and he was shocked that he didn't know that this sentence translated into the Chinese language means "right here." ”

When Ono Masaya just subconsciously wanted to ask what His Excellency the squadron leader was talking about, he was already speechless.

The squadron leader's arm that had reached out from the back of his neck was already wrapped around him, and in conjunction with the other hand, it was tightly choked by his throat at once.

With a crisp sound, Ono Saya didn't know anything without humming, and when the powerful hands were released, Ono Saya hung down weakly like a big goose with a broken neck, and was crashing into the front windshield of the truck, but unfortunately, the last sentence of his diary today was no longer a chance to write.

The car had already turned off at this time, and then the lights were also extinguished, and just as the squadron leader and the driver got out of the car, the three trucks that followed also stopped and turned off their lights, and twenty or thirty soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms jumped out of the canopy of each car's compartment, and they were holding flower machine guns, Czech light machine guns, but with Chinese army's unique broadswords stuck in their backs.

In the night, a few hundred meters ahead, there were still gunshots, which were still being fought to the death between China and Japan over a village called the Five Holy Churches.

The Japanese camp was quiet, most of the soldiers had already slept, and occasionally the tents were lit up, and at least the officers were there, perhaps looking at the map or preparing for tomorrow's attack.

At this moment, the guns in the hands of the soldiers in Japanese military uniforms who had just jumped out of the car rang out.

"Da da da ......" all the automatic weapons burst like beans in an instant, and the rain of bullets in the dark night was so bright, the first thing was that the Japanese soldiers who had lined up and were about to leave the Japanese echelon, although they were holding weapons but were defenseless, fell down in pieces under the streamer.

"Boom, boom, boom" grenades exploded, and the tents with no lights on were attacked by explosions in a very short time.

The tent was on fire, and some Japanese soldiers wearing shirts and guns had just rushed out of the tent but were hit by bullets, and fell headlong outside the burning tent amid screams.

From the sky, the sweeping streamer was like a flowing meteor shower, sweeping from east to west, and the streamer passed everywhere, screaming and smoke rising into the air!

Fifteen minutes later, the meteor shower that should have belonged to the vast and dark depths of the universe disappeared in this world, leaving behind only the corpses of the invaders of the great god Amaterasu Nation calling Yamato along the way, and hundreds of still burning fires! (To be continued.) )