Chapter 1544 Angry Soldiers (Second update, please subscribe)
No matter how the generals make plans, in the end the war is carried out by troops on the front lines. Even large-scale battles are carried out by individual soldiers.
Tank troops are attacking, planes are bombing, heavy artillery is roaring, and infantry is attacking.
For ordinary soldiers, all they relied on was the rifles in their hands. After two days and two nights of fighting, the US military's defense was defeated, and the US military retreated to the Berkeley line under the cover of night.
Kang Mingwei's unit set out to pursue the enemy, but before the attack, the platoon he commanded encountered an accident. There were several enemy bunkers and defense lines on the hillside outside the city. After dawn, a soldier in the company wanted to relieve himself before the march, so he was going to the bunker, so he looked into the hole with toilet paper in his hand. Suddenly, a bullet shot from the bunker knocked him to the ground, and when others wanted to go to treat him, they were attacked again.
Two dead and three injured!
When the company commander heard the news, his mouth widened, an expression of extreme anger, and he immediately ordered Kang Mingwei, who was promoted from sergeant to warrant officer, to take down the bunker.
Kang Mingwei assigned the task to the deputy platoon leader Ban Taro. From the name, one could tell that he was of Japanese descent, but he did not come from Africa. He was from Japan. Ban Taro, who had just reported in half a month ago, was reassigned to Kang Mingwei's platoon after he recovered from his injury.
"Deputy platoon leader, take some guys to take down the bunker and teach those American fleeing soldiers a lesson."
"Okay, sir, please rest assured, I will definitely teach them a lesson!"
Bantaro yelled and ran with his gun and knife in hand.
Although Itatarou had long forgotten the name Itagaki Seitarou, he still carried a samurai sword - this was a habit of Japanese officers and soldiers, and the samurai sword was, to some extent, their symbol.
However, Itaro's family was not a samurai family. His grandfather was a Chinese studies teacher in the domain, which allowed him to speak fluent Mandarin. If it weren't for the samurai sword on his waist, no one would be able to tell that he was Japanese just by hearing his voice.
There is a round bunker protruding from the ground halfway up the mountain. Fifteen or sixteen bodies of American soldiers are scattered nearby. It seems that some of the bodies were torn apart by coyotes last night. Half of the flesh on the two thighs is missing, and the thigh bones are exposed!
The bodies of two imperial soldiers were lying not far away. When he led a squad of soldiers to the scene, there were still two soldiers lying at the foot of the hill with guns in hand.
After running behind the rocks, Bantaro heard them talking.
"Those Yankees don't want to surrender!"
"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to surrender, kill them!"
Four or five soldiers behind him brought a machine gun, set it up, and then lay behind him and fired for a while, but they were unable to threaten the enemy hiding in the bunker.
"Deputy Ban Pai, why don't we blow it up?"
"No, that would be too easy. They attacked our brothers by surprise. We need to teach them a lesson... Hey."
Bantaro turned around and shouted to his subordinates:
"Go get tear gas. Three or four, quick."
The two soldiers bent over and ran towards the back of the field. Before they returned, Bantaro looked at the bodies of his comrades not far away, and he kept cursing with gritted teeth.
"brute!"
"Ghost!"
In his opinion, any enemy who killed the imperial soldiers was a beast, a devil. Soon they came with tear gas.
After a while, under the suppression of machine gun fire, tear gas was thrown into the bunker. Thick smoke billowed out from the entrances on both sides. Soon, in the choking smoke, an American soldier in a khaki uniform jumped out from the white smoke, then hugged his head with both hands and ran, without direction or purpose. His eyes were red from the capsaicin in the tear gas, and he just ran with tears on his face.
But before he could run a few steps, Bantaro rushed over and knocked him down with the butt of his gun.
"one!"
Bantaro yelled.
Then, two more American soldiers ran out. They looked similar, holding their hands high and shouting,
"surrender...surrender..."
"Two... three..."
Ban Taro roared again and knocked them down with the butt of his rifle, and that was it. When he counted to the eleventh, he stood up and walked towards the bunker. When he came to the entrance, he drew his samurai sword and rushed into the bunker, which was still filled with smoke. Three more soldiers followed him in.
Not long after, Bantaro came out. The fallen comrades were quietly placed beside the trench. Eleven enemies with red eyes from being choked were squatting there, looking at them in panic.
Looking at the bodies of his comrades and then at the American soldiers, Bantaro stretched out his hand and said.
"All of you, get down on your knees!"
"Kneel down,"
Amid the warriors' shouts, the eleven captives all knelt down. As they knelt there in a daze, Bantaro walked behind them and raised his samurai sword.
"Hi!"
With a flick of the knife, an American soldier's head was chopped off. The other American soldiers screamed in fear, cried, and even kowtowed, but their cries did not win any sympathy from Bantaro.
He raised his knife again, yelled, and chopped off the head of an American soldier. Then he kicked the body into the trench. When two guys tried to escape, he shot them dead with his pistol. After chopping off the heads of five Americans in succession, one head happened to be at his feet. He aimed at the American's chin and kicked it hard. The head was kicked out like a ball.
For Bantaro, killing an enemy is like crushing an ant with his hands. He is numb and indifferent when it comes to killing the enemy.
But after Bantaro beheaded the Americans one by one without any psychological burden, while wiping the blood off the knife, he once again turned his gaze to the bodies of his comrades.
Although he was not familiar with them, looking at their bodies, Bantaro still felt a little heavy. This heaviness came entirely from the emotions between comrades.
"stand at attention,"
Bantaro shouted loudly, and the soldiers immediately stood still with their legs together.
"salute!"
Ban Taro's voice became a little hoarse due to sobbing. He first raised the knife to his forehead, then swung it to the lower right - this was the knife salute, the highest etiquette of the military. At this time, his eyes were filled with tears. The soldiers saluted with their guns, and the machine gunners and assistant gunners who did not carry guns saluted with their hands, raising their arms and not moving for a long time. At this time, the hillside was shrouded in a tragic and heroic mood.
A few minutes later, with a salute, everyone put down their hands and began to clean up the battlefield.
When the soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, Bantaro also bent down and tore off an armband from the American soldier's body. This was his habit and he used it as a souvenir.
When tearing off the armband, he noticed the ring on the corpse and tore it off without hesitation. Others were also searching for spoils. Not to mention US dollar bills or gold and silver coins, even watches, pocket watches and the like would be put into the soldiers' pockets. As for weapons such as pistols, needless to say, they would also be put away by the soldiers.
Some people even pried open the mouths of the corpses to check for gold teeth. It was always like this on the battlefield.
After cleaning up the battlefield and taking a look at the bodies of his comrades, Bantaro sighed.
"Carry the body and set off!"
Bantaro gave his orders to his subordinates, then sniffed his nose. As he raised his foot to leave, he looked back at this inconspicuous bunker...
(End of this chapter)
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