Ikeda walked cautiously at the front of the line with a gun in hand. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why he was at the front was simple, because he was one of the eight scouts who had come here yesterday to explore the way, and the other four scouts were following behind, and the three scouts had been reduced to a handful of ashes in a wooden box wrapped in white cloth and left in the barracks.

Today's fog is thicker, and at about the same moment as yesterday morning, the visibility is only half that of yesterday.

He didn't know whether he should be grateful or hated the mist.

Speaking of hatred, people are always full of fear of the unknown, and yesterday it was the bullet from the opposite side that sounded like it sounded like it was actually three but killed his three companions, and they didn't even see each other's shadows because of the sudden attack.

Saying that he was grateful, reason told him that it was impossible for the soldiers of China to hide only fifty meters away from them and shoot, because fifty meters had already entered the sprint stage of white-knuckle warfare, and no army would be willing to have a gun without having to put the other party closer and only fight white-knuckle combat.

So today compared to yesterday, there is no difference in danger between those who are at the front and those who are at the back.

Ikeda knew that it was a shame for him to think this way as a soldier of the 10th Division of the Isoya Division of the Japanese Empire.

It stands to reason that as a soldier of the empire, you must have the courage to break the jade for His Majesty the Emperor at any time, but people are not grass and trees, who doesn't want to live longer?

He felt that he must have been affected by the ashes of the three companions who had been turned into the wooden box yesterday, and even when he went to bed he felt that the eyes of the three companions had been staring at him all night, so that his head was dizzy when he woke up this morning.

The three shots yesterday were extraordinary, because the shots were so neat and accurate, and when a gunshot rang out, all three of them fell to the ground almost at the same time, and they were all shot through the steel helmet.

He always felt that the soldiers who shot were no longer those soldiers who were not very tall, and it was said that they came from a place called Sichuan.

Because he had fought with those soldiers the other day, and those soldiers were very brave, but their rifles were not good, and they always fired when their Imperial Japanese soldiers were within a distance of one or two hundred meters.

He had no evidence to explain this, and even if he had, he would not necessarily say it, because all he needed to be a soldier of the Great Japanese Empire was to obey the orders of his superiors.

At this point, he once again felt ashamed that he had these nonsense thoughts, so he shook his head to focus his attention on the mist fifty meters away.

Although the col is still relatively flat, there is always a bit of a slope, and the descent has become more and more gentle, and it is about to approach the bottom of the col, and sure enough, after a while, Ikeda Nagasaku is moving forward, and he can see the small col as a large pit.

It was here that they had been ambushed yesterday, and as a qualified scout, he had noticed that there should be a distance of about a hundred meters from where they had been attacked to the edge of the Col, and he could already see the huge rocks in a vague way.

The col is about to arrive, and the psychological shadow of yesterday's ambush is still there, and Ikeda Eisaku himself has not noticed that he has subconsciously pressed his body lower.

Five steps, four steps, three steps, two steps, one step, Ikeda Eisaku walked again to the place where he had been ambushed yesterday, with a layer of hoarfrost hanging on the ground, but he knew that the blood left by the dead yesterday was under his feet.

He dropped his feet and pulled them up, but fortunately, the gunshots like yesterday did not go off, and he let out a long breath, collected his mood, and quickened his pace.

Five, ten, twenty, thirty...... Already farther and farther away from the col, Ikeda knew that he would be able to see the edge of the col a few dozen meters further than he could see from today's visibility, and then climb a gentle slope to reach the top of the hill.

At that moment, the sound of a bean-like gunfire suddenly rang out, and Ikeda fell to the ground reflexively.

He didn't expect that his movements on the ground would be so fast, because his attention was not very concentrated at the beginning today, but now he understands, deep down in his heart, he will definitely encounter an ambush today, and more people will definitely die!

As he lay down, he saw that the white mist fifty meters away was torn apart by countless streamers that were barely visible to the naked eye, as if he was frightened, and then the white mist kept rolling and fluctuating, but he couldn't avoid the bad luck of being pierced by the impact.

Ikeda heard the screams of his companion being shot, and he looked back to see that his two fellow scouts were falling to the ground at the same time, east, west, north, and west! There was another gunshot, and the gunfire was so dense that it was already in a piece, and it was impossible to tell the number!

He saw a pair of main and secondary shooters lying on the ground not far behind him, ready to mount a gun to counterattack, and before they could shoot, they were shot at the same time, and their heads sank down and never lifted again.

"We're surrounded, go to that big pit!" Ikeda shouted, and then he quickly crawled over the bodies of his two freshly killed companions, who were still twitching, and beckoned his companions who were fighting back with their guns raised.

"Hurry up, walk to that big pit!" Another voice shouted hoarsely, and Ikeda could tell that it belonged to the leader of their squadron.

Although neither side could see the target of the shooting from each other in the white fog, there was no doubt that the Imperial Japanese army was at a disadvantage.

The Chinese army had surrounded them like barrels, with far more firepower than before, and had locked on the central area of the col, and if they were still fighting back in place, it would be sooner or later if they were hit by locust-like bullets, and only by hiding in that large pit could they try to counterattack or wait for help.

All the soldiers crawled or ran towards the col, and the unfortunate ones were knocked down by a barrage of machine-gun barrage, though they were not sure that they would hit their target.

The sound of the guns was a talisman, and all the Japanese soldiers rushed desperately to the small col, which was now the only natural bunker, a natural fortress given to them by Amaterasu to protect his people.

All the soldiers listened to the sound of gunfire that did not abate in the slightest, but intensified in panic, like a flock of frightened birds thrown into the pit, they were so panicked and panicked, but not one of them noticed that the gunfire was more dense, but the number of people who were knocked down was getting fewer and fewer.

Ikeda was the first soldier to attack, so he was the last to roll into the col when he retreated, and although his shoulder hit the ground first when he landed, he grinned, but a voice in his heart secretly told him: It's good to be alive!

After entering this big pit, everyone leaned on the slope next to the pit, which was equivalent to having support, listening to the machine guns of the Chinese army, although the earth and rocks on the edge of the pit rattled, but the mood had stabilized.

Listening carefully to the sound of the gunfire, it has become sparse, and I think that the bullets of the Shina army must not be as rich as the Great Imperial Japanese Army.

Ikeda saw that the squadron leader stopped some soldiers from firing back, and presumably it seemed to him that the Shina army was very widely distributed, and although the fog had dissipated, he could not see where the opponent was, and it was useless to shoot.

However, the squadron leader ordered the grenadiers to be ready, presumably to wait for the fog to clear and see the opponent, and then use the curved fire of the grenadier to knock out the opponent's fire.

The fog will soon dissipate, the grenadiers have been erected, the opponent's bullets can't hit, the bad luck of being caught off guard just now is no more, planes, tanks and heavy artillery can come to help after dawn, and then it will be the world of the imperial army again.

Although more than 30 soldiers were knocked down by the machine guns of the Chinese army, how can there be no immortals in war? Death and injury are always inevitable, but the number of deaths of the other party is more important, and all the Imperial soldiers in the small col have become optimistic, and Ikeda Eisaku is even in a good mood, and his whole body is relaxed.

However, at this moment, Ikeda suddenly heard a scream from the sky above him, "Sizzle", no, the squadron leader did not give the order to shoot from the grenadier!

No, that sound is coming from far and near!

By the time Ikeda realized the problem, several grenades had already exploded in the col!

How could the Imperial Japanese army be killed by their own grenades?! Nothing like this has ever happened!!

Ikeda's body, which had just relaxed to the extreme, suddenly tensed.

The heart beats violently like beating a war drum, the wheezing is heavy like a wind box that feeds oxygen to the farmer's stove, and the fingers nervously clench the rifle like grasping the last straw that saves life!

However, his whole body was as if he was demented, and he forgot to lie down.

He watched as his companion, his commander, was thrown off by the wave of grenadier explosions, and then his vision was an endless cloud of smoke.

He remained motionless, listening in vain to the sound of the proud "sizzle--" of the once incomparably kind Japanese soldiers, and then his world became nothing.

No one knew that he, Ikeda Nagasaku, at the age of twenty-four, had the ambition of becoming a village teacher before joining the army, and that he was the only Japanese soldier in the battle who was not shot.

But he was still dead

He was scared to death. (To be continued.) )