The battle there was similar to that of Mo Rigen, after he and Liu Hai joined the division, Liu Hai led the team to be responsible for sniping generals, machine gunners, and artillerymen, and the fierce Oroqen soldiers rushed to the scattered Japanese troops after ten minutes of shooting. The losses were negligible, and in the whole battle there were 130 casualties and more than 800 wounded, most of them through the wounds, and there was no major problem.

Liu Hai received Dong Ku's instructions, and did not stop this kind of hard-fought fighting method, although he was trained to exchange the minimum price for the greatest benefit, but the Oroqen warriors were different, they could not accept this tactic of stealthily shooting guns for a short time, and if they did not release their blood, they could not calm the anger aroused by the slaughter of the Japanese army.

On Huzi's side, because there were dogs, the Japanese army was divided and annihilated one by one. The losses were also the smallest, only 26 people were killed, 180 were wounded, and the warriors of the Oroqen tribe were all replaced with 38 large covers, and the bullets were also 500 rounds, which were full of carrying.

The battle on these two sides ended before dark, not to mention cleaning the battlefield, although the first attack on Dong Ku's side was less than 3,000 people, but they were either veterans of the Northeast Army or Orions, so the combat goals and objectives explained by Dong Ku could be completely implemented. By the end of the day, they had wiped out more than 4,000 Japanese troops, and only about 30 of them were wounded by stray bullets, and there were zero deaths.

After charging twice, the Japanese troops in the valley were no longer able to charge, grabbed a dozen light machine guns, and held out in a ditch and pond, waiting for darkness in agony.

They were gnawing on frozen rice balls, with cold snow in their mouths, their body temperature had dropped to the lowest point, and their bodies were so cold that they couldn't pull the trigger with their hands. But the hateful enemy did not attack for more than three hours, but did not let them make fires, as long as there was a fire, there would be a cannon that was obviously a grenade, but the lethality was super terrifying, and hundreds of people would be injured or killed at a time.

One by one, the Japanese soldiers lay on their stomachs in the icy snow, and although they took shelter from the wind, the cold could not stop them.

At this point, their only hope was that it would soon be over, or that the enemy would step up and let them show the bravery of the soldiers of the Imperial Japan.

In the ravine behind the valley, Dong Ku took a lunch box, took a sip of the broth with mountain peppers and said with a smile: "It's almost time, the battle on both sides has ended, we can get here tomorrow morning, let's not play with the little devils, after drinking the soup, the three battalions and the four battalions practice guns!" ”

"Ha Lu Ha! The little devil is almost frozen, and it is estimated that he can't even shoot a gun! ”

He drank the broth in the lunch box in one go, and smiled happily.

"That's it! Don't worship the old boss, don't freeze to death for their shit!! ”

One of the hunters grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed his lunch box and said.

Where did the Japanese soldiers in the ditch and pond know that there was only one squad of killers wandering near them, and the enemy's large army was not at all in front, all roasting shoes and drinking hot soup in the snow room.

It's not that Dong Ku and they underestimate the enemy, the Japanese army wants to escape in this vast snow, and they can't run far for an hour, Dong Ku They have skis, and now they have time to catch up, so why bother guarding them?

Seeing that it was getting dark, some of the Japanese soldiers began to be unable to support themselves and began to feel sleepy. If you don't attack at this time, it's estimated that you won't be able to wake up tomorrow morning.

Just when the Japanese army was trembling and resisting the cold with their will, suddenly, an object with a fire flew from the bushes dozens of meters away, and at the moment when the Japanese soldiers were startled and lay down, a dazzling flame rose in a dull pop.

"Gasoline!!"

When the Japanese soldiers smelled the smell, they immediately reacted, it was gasoline thrown.

As soon as their thoughts came to them, hundreds of people were shot at the moment when the light rose.

"Extinguishing the !!"

The Japanese soldiers shouted, and pounced on the still burning flames, pulling the snow with their hands, and quickly burying the flames.

The Japanese reacted fairly quickly, and when they threw away dozens of people, they extinguished the flames, and then, the thumping gunshots rang out, shooting into the shadows outside, hitting trees and sparks flying from rocks. Some Japanese soldiers took out their grenades and threw them outside.

The explosion brightened the surroundings, and then the Japanese were again hit by a barrage of bullets, and when the flames were gone, the attack stopped.

"Come out!!"

A Japanese soldier who had been shot in the thigh and knew he would not survive, limped and roared with a gun.

But the surroundings were quiet, except for the painful groans of the wounded Japanese soldiers. Beyond the groaning sound was the occasional creaking of branches rubbing against each other in the wind.

The Japanese soldiers stared in fear at the soldier who was walking out of the ditch, and they knew that he would not come back.

Sure enough, the shouts of the Japanese soldier stopped abruptly the moment they climbed up the ditch and pond, and there was no more movement.

The Japanese soldiers stared at the darkness one by one, their fingers that were difficult to bend tightly clutched their guns, and they all had the consciousness of wanting to see Amaterasu. The commander was gone, and the highest-ranking ones were a few army commanders, and there was not even a single military cao left, and all of them were sniped. He died beside them, blood and brains splashed on their faces, and they didn't bother to wipe them numbly.

After more than three hours of ceasefire, most of the wounded soldiers fell asleep in the cold, and the pressure on these living people was on the verge of collapse, and they gradually lost their minds in the growing fear and despair.

In the silence, a Japanese soldier completely collapsed, he shouted, laboriously raised the southern pistol and inserted it into his mouth, allowing the cold barrel to freeze his tongue and lips on the barrel, whimpering, and pulling the trigger.

The sound of the bang of the gun spread like a plague, and the howls that were unwilling to wait for death staggered out of the ditch and pond, and soon fell silent. Those who didn't have the courage to rush out of the canopy, after slamming the bullet clean, pulled the grenade.

In the ditch, the miserable and wailing cursing, the mournful prayers, and the sound of gunfire and explosions that rang out from time to time enveloped the ditch in the darkness.

"Squad leader, what are you howling little devil about?"

On a high post two or three hundred meters away, a veteran of the Northeast Army asked Orion Road next to him.

The Orion squad leader shook his head and said, "I don't know what to do, ghosts cry wolves, and eighty percent cry to the old boss." ”

"They are saying goodbye, they are praying, they are cursing......"

A young student said as he pushed down the collar and covered his nose.

"Is this what the chief said was a breakdown?"

The veteran of the Northeast Army looked at the black hole below in surprise and the ditch was full of puzzlement.

"Collapsed as soon as the oil bottle was issued? The chief said that after throwing five, he would go back to sleep in an hour, is this still thrown? ”

One of the Orions asked, holding a Molotov cocktail.

"Throw! There are still two battalions waiting to snipe and practice guns, or how cold it will be on their stomachs. ”

The squad leader said, picked up a Molotov cocktail and touched the high post, quickly approached the edge of the ditch and pond, hid behind a rock, took out the flint gasoline lighter captured by the Japanese army, lit the cloth strip on the oil bottle, raised his hand and threw it out. When the oil bottle made a move, he ran back quickly, and when the oil bottle landed, he ran out of twenty or thirty meters and lay on the snow.

There were not many Japanese soldiers alive at this time in the ditch pond, and when the fire was lit, no one went to extinguish it, just stared at the fire and did not move.

The popping sound echoed in the ditch and pond with the light of the fire, and those Japanese soldiers, whether dead or alive, as long as they were leaning on something or sitting, were shot one after another.

"Company commander, why don't you move?"

One of the fighters asked as he removed his frost-resistant respirator.

"The soul is gone......"

The company commander aimed at a Japanese soldier leaning against the bushes, said casually, hesitated and pulled the trigger.

Burst!

In the shot, the Japanese soldier's head exploded like a watermelon, and his body fell to the snow.

"It's a living ......"

The company commander muttered, and then searched for a target.

The gasoline burned out and the flames slowly extinguished. The ditch was quiet, and there was no movement.

All dead?

The idea came to all the fighters who were lying in ambush on the hill to practice their guns.

"Withdraw to the camp, don't waste bullets, and come to clean up the battlefield tomorrow." The Northeast veteran, who was promoted to battalion commander, put away his gun, took off his respirator and ordered.

Immediately, a figure disappeared into the surrounding mountains and forests.

Early in the morning, Dong Ku led two battalions over the mountain, looked carefully around the ditch and pond, and saw that there were no fresh footprints on the snow, so he carefully entered the ditch pond.

In the ditch and pond, the Japanese soldiers were already covered with frost flowers, and the blood stains on the snow were frozen. The corpses were scattered in all sorts of poses. Suicides abound, and there are even those who cut their throats. As for the gasping ones, none of them were gone. Can't make a fire, the low temperature is thirty-six or seven degrees, even if they are iron men, they will have long been frozen solid.

"Clean up the battlefield, gather the guns and transport them to Weihu Mountain."

Dong Ku looked at the corpses in different forms, without a trace of pity, and waved his hand to order.

The soldiers were familiar with the road, and all the belongings, bullets, and grenades of the Japanese soldiers were cleaned up, and the corpses were thrown there, which, according to Dong Ku, was meant to be used as fertilizer for the trees.

Half an hour later, the team extinguished the igloo fire, barricaded the door with snow blocks, and hurried to the armored vehicles and tanks about 20 kilometers away.

At this time, Liu Hai led the team to reach the tanks and armored vehicles of the Mishana support army.

The Japanese troops here have frozen to death in the snow, most of the armored vehicles and tanks are still on fire, and the rest is snow blowing into the air intakes, suffocating the cars and causing all the engines to freeze and crack.

"Quick! Roast the drain valve with fire! ”

A Northeast Army car soldier shouted, using Japanese clothes to dip diesel fuel to bake the frozen drain valve.

It was the same with Huzi, when he arrived, only three or four of them were still breathing, but he was already frozen, and even the bullets were saved, and he would definitely freeze to death within two hours. After they turned over the pockets of the Japanese soldiers, they didn't pay attention to these Japanese soldiers anymore, and quickly released the armored vehicles and tanks that had not yet turned off the fire, packed up the guns, ammunition, and shells on them, and buried them all in the snow nearby.

"Oh yes! I knew that the road could freeze and come early! ”

Sadly, he knocked on the shell of an armored car.

"These are just for them to practice, we have better ones, don't feel distressed." Dong Kukuan unraveled the scum.

"When will it be delivered?"

"It is estimated that it will be able to be manufactured in the summer, and it will be ...... transportation."

Dong Ku looked at the steaming armored vehicles and tanks, and said that it was fake if he didn't feel sorry, but now he really didn't need it.

PS: Ladies and gentlemen, there is something going on today.,It's estimated to be a change for the time being.,I'll update the second chapter early when I come back.,Children's shoes for more at night will be saved up to read tomorrow.。