The remaining Japanese soldiers fled in panic, like mice before a cat.
They are truly afraid now.
Lin Feng and his three battalions of soldiers completely disregarded the Japanese soldiers' reactions.
Because they understand it very well.
The more afraid the Japanese are, the greater their chances of winning.
"Let's make an example of you and start with you!"
"Kill them all!"
Lin Feng roared, and hundreds of Type 96 light machine guns opened fire fiercely, the bullets weaving into an impenetrable net.
Hidehiko Yamashita and the remaining few hundred Japanese soldiers were all killed without exception.
Ishikawa Yoshio turned pale with fright and quickly ordered, "Take cover!"
He lay prone on the ground, hiding behind a small mound, and observed the battlefield through binoculars, a look of fear flashing in his eyes.
Lin Feng drew his broadsword and shouted, "Brothers, follow me!"
"kill!"
"kill!!"
"kill!!!"
The soldiers roared and swarmed away.
Yoshio Ishikawa quickly found a haystack to hide in, barely daring to breathe.
Suddenly, a large knife came down, scaring him so much that his face turned pale.
He quickly rolled away to dodge the knife, then rolled again, got up, and tried to escape.
But as soon as I stood up, I noticed a chill in my neck.
Suddenly, a large foot kicked him hard in the chest.
With a thud, Yoshio Ishikawa flew out.
Thump!
Thump!
Yoshio Ishikawa rolled a few times on the ground and fell face-first into the dirt.
His face made intimate contact with the ground, and the pain made him see stars.
"ah!!"
Yoshio Ishikawa covered his wound, his eyes wide open, his face contorted in pain.
Lin Feng grabbed his hair and shouted, "You son of a bitch, I'll beat you to death!"
"Baka! Baka!"
"I am an Imperial Colonel!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"Baka! Let me go!"
Lin Feng was furious and slapped Ishikawa Yoshio hard across the face.
Then he clamped his body between his legs and said, "You better watch out! This land of China isn't a place you can come and go as you please!"
"Baka! Baka!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
Yoshio Ishikawa struggled frantically, but to no avail.
His head was held between Lin Feng's fingers.
"Let you go?!"
"You fucking defy the heavens, huh?"
Lin Feng held him down tightly and used a large knife to slowly cut along his neck, leaving a bright red line of blood.
"Let me go, let me go! Ah—"
"Aa ...
Fresh blood gushed out continuously, like a fountain.
Yoshio Ishikawa screamed with all his might.
"Baka!"
"Baka!!!"
Yoshio Ishikawa clutched his neck tightly, trying to stop the spurting blood.
Lin Feng wouldn't give him that chance.
"Go to hell!"
puff!
The knife tip sliced through his throat, and Yoshio Ishikawa made a hoarse sound before his head lolled to the side and he died.
Looking at Ishikawa Yoshio's corpse, Lin Feng felt a sense of vengeful pleasure.
These damned Japanese devils actually dared to invade China!
That's suicidal!!
Lin Feng picked up a large knife and hacked wildly at him, turning him into a beehive.
"Brothers, finish him off!"
"If you don't want the hassle, just strap on a grenade and blow it up!"
"kill!"
"kill!!"
"kill!!!"
A series of angry roars rang out, and any Japanese soldier who wasn't quite dead was given a few more blows.
Some Japanese soldiers were even strapped with grenades and blown to pieces.
In an instant, smoke filled the air, and screams echoed throughout the battlefield.
When the smoke cleared, the battle was over.
"Ha ha……"
The soldiers were all smiles, extremely excited, having killed all the Japanese soldiers, leaving no one alive.
A few minutes later, the militia began cleaning up the battlefield.
Lin Feng ordered that all the Japanese corpses be piled up and burned in a large fire.
He walked back to Wu'an Township, looked at the village in ruins, and his eyes revealed boundless sorrow.
Although the ambush was a resounding success, it also dealt a heavy blow to Wu'an Township, with most of the houses in the village destroyed.
The militia group of over a thousand people suffered more than three hundred casualties.
Those little devils are fucking bastards!
Lin Feng was furious, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
……………………
Around four o'clock in the morning, a force of several hundred Eighth Route Army soldiers marched toward Wu'an Township with great momentum.
This unit was the 1st Battalion of the New 1st Regiment, and the battalion commander was Chen Dahu.
The battalion marched at a rapid pace and arrived at the outskirts of Wu'an Township.
From afar, Chen Dahu could smell the strong stench of blood.
This made his heart skip a beat.
Could it be that the Japanese have already wiped out the militia?
Thinking of this, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed fear and worry.
He quickened his pace and headed towards Wu'an Township.
After he arrived in Wu'an Township.
The village was littered with corpses, and blood flowed like a river.
I watched as piles of Japanese soldiers' corpses burned.
Chen Dahu gasped, his face changed, and he hurriedly shouted, "Quick! Save them!"
"Yes, Battalion Commander!"
A group of soldiers immediately sprang into action, rushing towards the corpses lying in pools of blood.
Chen Dahu frowned deeply as he looked at the corpses lying around him. His eyes instantly welled up with tears, his nose stung, and he almost shed a tear.
That's so tragic!
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