Hideki Haruyama and Jiro Tanaka were shot one after another and fell to the ground, all of which were seen by Tang Cheng, who was pretending to be a corpse, and pulled out the arm inserted into the soil hole and secretly moved, Tang Cheng slowly pulled out the submachine gun from under his body and pulled the bolt to fire the bullet. The Japanese soldiers who had lost their commander did not know that there was a guy behind them who was calculating them, and when the Japanese soldiers who turned around to check found Tang Cheng, Tang Cheng's finger had already pulled the trigger of the submachine gun.

"Da da" Tang Cheng's body shook with the muzzle of the gun, the gun was still the same British submachine gun, but Tang Cheng felt that this box of bullets was the most painful box of bullets he had ever shot. The torrent of metal that erupted from the muzzle of the gun swung from behind the Japanese like a scythe of death. The unprepared Japanese soldiers fell to the ground one after another wailing, and a large area of splattered blood soaked the open field, and there was even a bullet that penetrated two Japanese soldiers.

Seeing that Tang Cheng had made a move, the riflemen who had been waiting for a long time on Hou San's side pulled the trigger one after another and harvested the surviving Japanese soldiers. "Retreat, retreat" The panicked remnants of the Japanese army were ready to retreat into the jungle again, but Tang Cheng, who had already changed to light machine guns, had firmly blocked their retreat, and the number of remnant Japanese troops was less than half, and they were afraid that they would not be enough to shoot with dice and rock dragons.

The roar of the machine guns completely tore the hearts of these Japanese soldiers, and after crossing their original positions in Tangcheng, the Japanese troops were now in an open field, and there was no place or object to cover at all. The Japanese troops, who were once again swept by machine guns in the open field, were no longer being attacked, but more like they were being slaughtered. The gunshots continued to sound, the blood mist rose, and the blood splattered from the bodies of the Japanese soldiers continued to pour out this open land, and the crazy Japanese soldiers were no longer crazy, and some just wanted to escape the heart of being slaughtered.

Tan Fei, who seized the opportunity to "boom", continued to use the grenadier to shoot grenades, and the still stubborn flames rose under the feet of the Japanese soldiers, and the shrapnel that flew with the explosion harvested the limbs and lives of the Japanese soldiers. The Japanese army that was flanked by the front and rear finally collapsed, and after Hideki Haruyama and Jiro Tanaka were shot and killed one after another, they had lost the faith to persist in fighting, and the grenade that Tan Fei shot with a grenadier finally became the last straw that crushed them.

"Now, it's time for us to play. Brethren, the time has come for revenge, press on it and kill these little devils of the dog day. The panic of the remaining Japanese soldiers had already entered Hou San's eyes, and Hou San, who had been holding back his anger, got up and shouted when he saw this. A squad of Japanese soldiers was beaten by Tang Cheng, which was too unexpected by Albert and their British soldiers, no matter what, Henry died in the hands of these Japanese soldiers, hearing Hou San's words, Albert and they couldn't help shouting.

"Kill them" The British soldiers had already been bloodshot by the atmosphere of the battlefield, and after Hou San got up and got out of the grass, they all opened their mouths and roared, coupled with the extremely distorted expressions on their faces, they were a group of evil ghosts from the eighteenth layer of hell. The two sides that pursued and were pursued had finally undergone earth-shaking changes, and although the number of people on the Tang City side was much smaller, if you count Albert's British troops, they still had the advantage in numbers.

The howling soldiers began to pursue the fleeing Japanese soldiers, and the hot bullets pierced through the smoke of the explosion, knocking down the frantically fleeing Japanese soldiers one by one. By this time, the battle had completely shown a one-sided trend, and the fleeing Japanese army could no longer organize an effective defense and counterattack. Hou San, who was in pursuit, had already exerted the slickness and cunning of the veteran ruffians to the extreme, and the sniper rifles in the hands of Dice and Yanlong continued to shoot those Japanese soldiers who were still alive.

The swirling bullet casings fell to the ground, and the dice that had been lying on their stomachs finally got up and stood up, and there were no more Japanese soldiers on the battlefield who could stand. Tang, who was sore and weak, collapsed next to a Japanese corpse with weak legs, looking around blankly, and the qiē in front of him made Tang Cheng want to cry without tears. Although the wounded who were forced to stay here were disguised as corpses, after being combed with bayonets by the Japanese army, most of these wounded had become real dead, even the seriously injured brute bulls were not spared.

Ma Dazhuang is gone, the brute bull is gone, George and the female soldier surnamed Jiang were also shot, and the team of dozens of people is now only a dozen people left, if you don't count Albert and their British troops, there are only Hou San and their old brothers left around Tang Cheng. "Sir, how are you?" Hou San, who was nervous, hurried to Tang Cheng's side, and saw Tang Cheng kneeling on the ground from a distance, Hou San thought that Tang Cheng was seriously injured or had an accident.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just that I don't have the strength on my body and can't stand up." With Hou San's help, Tang Cheng, who was sore all over, finally got up and stood up. "We're at a big loss this time, so many brothers have died, if I hadn't been careless, they wouldn't have died." Tang Cheng muttered with a worried face, Hou San knew that he couldn't persuade Tang Cheng, so he had to say nothing and just silently accompany Tang Cheng to smoke.

"Sir, it's all counted, the wounded brothers are gone, only George is still alive, and Albert's side has two dead, so let's count you now and you'll only have 14 left." Tan Fei, who also had a gloomy face, walked over and sat down. It's similar to Tang Cheng's idea, after only one battle, only 14 people survived in the original team of dozens of people, and no one can afford such a result.

Although the final victory was achieved, the smoke of gunfire dissipated, but the corpses of many brothers were left on the battlefield, which is the cruelty of the battlefield. Tang Cheng and the others, who had just finished the battle, no longer had the spare strength to clean up their own people and the corpses of the Japanese soldiers, and Tang Cheng even sat in the corpse pile with Albert and chatted nonsense. "Albert, my people are almost dead and wounded, so it's better to store the warehouses you mentioned, otherwise we people may not be able to leave northern Myanmar alive." An inexplicable look flashed in Tang Cheng's eyes that made Albert secretly frightened.

In the battle just now, Albert had to admit that his previous opinion of the Chinese soldiers was wrong, there were still many young officers like Tang Cheng in the Chinese army, and if every young officer had the ability of Tang Cheng, maybe driving the Japanese army out of Burma would no longer be just a thought on paper. After learning Tang Cheng's skills, Albert said a lot frankly when talking to Tang Cheng, "Tang, I can swear in the name of my grandfather that the warehouses I and Henry mentioned are indeed stored, and as for whether they have been discovered by the Japanese army, then I can't guarantee it." ”

"Then I don't care," Tang Cheng shook his head, "Now there are only a dozen of us left, but no matter how few people are, we need food and supplies through the jungle, if we can't find the warehouses you mentioned, I think we may have to be left in northern Myanmar to be savages." Tang Cheng squinted at Albert and said with a smile, "Anyway, you big-nosed foreigners have a lot of hair on your body, and you are not savages when you take off your clothes." ”

Albert, who was ridiculed by Tang Cheng, was not angry, but also laughed, "Don, I know that you are a very good commander, if it weren't for the fact that there are too many enemies and your soldiers are too tired, maybe we wouldn't have died so many soldiers." Don, you have to know that war is cruel, fighting a war is definitely private, they are all very good soldiers, and it is the greatest glory of a soldier to die on the battlefield. ”

Tang Cheng, who was already deep in thought, didn't speak, just listened quietly, "Tang, when I was your age now, I was just a gentleman who lingered at the major balls in London. If I were you, I wouldn't have joined the army as a soldier, I would definitely stay away from the war, and live with my family, learning more knowledge is far more important than killing a few Japanese robbs with a gun. Feeling out a bloodstained cigarette, Albert lit and smoked it as nonchalantly as Hou San, but not all of his words meant to persuade Tang Cheng.

"Lao Ai, I also want to be with my family, but unfortunately I was an orphan after I was born, my adoptive father died at the hands of the Japanese the day before the Japanese army launched the Battle of Songhu, it can be said that killing the Japanese is the only thing I should do in my life." Tang Cheng suddenly looked up at the sky, and the water vapor vaguely seen in the corner of his eyes was clearly seen by Albert.

"But you must know that war means death, not only of your enemies, but also of your friends, comrades-in-arms and brothers, and perhaps of your own life. War is not a game, it is far more cruel than you think, it is a game that can only be carried out at the cost of life. Your adoptive father raised you for more than ten years, I don't think he would want you to put on a military uniform and become a soldier, right? Albert looked at Tang Cheng with a complicated expression, and there was a trace of sadness and exhaustion in his eyes.

"You are wrong, I knew the cruelty of war from the beginning, and if it weren't for this war, my adoptive father would not have died." Tang Cheng stared into Albert's eyes and replied, "I watched my adoptive father die in front of me, and after I left Shanghai, I have seen countless civilians who died under Japanese bombs and artillery fire, who took their lives?" It was Japanese, and at that time I set a goal to kill all the Japanese I could kill and avenge my adoptive father and those people who died unjustly, which is what I should do as a Chinese. ”

Tang Cheng's stubbornness made Albert shut up and stop persuading, knowing that the young Chinese officer in front of him had a light character that refused to back down, Albert had no choice but to get up and leave. Albert could not persuade Tang Cheng to attribute it to the possible differences in ideas between Easterners and Westerners, but he also knew that without Tang Cheng and them, he and his few soldiers would not have been able to reach the Indian border along the line.