Eight Hundred and Seventy-Seven Tropical Rain Forests

"Mr. Nakamura, tell me what happened to us in this war." A soldier who originally belonged to the Japanese armored force asked his comrades around him. He and a man named Nakamura were driving a tank on the way to Imphal. However, the tank had to be abandoned due to engine failure on the way. And the two of them became infantry without weapons.

Compared with the talking soldier Koike, as the commander of tanks and vehicles, Nakamura appears more stable. On his waist was the command knife that he regarded as a treasure, and he stared at the main force of the Japanese army that was marching non-stop not far away. Many people were already naked, and most of the soldiers left their guns by the roadside because of their defeat.

When the guns were discarded just now, the sergeant and the chief came to scold and scold, but later, when everyone had no strength to move forward, discarding guns and ammunition was already a big deal for these hungry Japanese soldiers who were in a trance. It's commonplace, and no one will pursue it anymore.

Having lost his chariot, Nakamura is not in a very good mood now. He sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said to his comrade Koike, "Mr. Koike, you can't win a war with an empty stomach. I The thing I want to do most now is to drink a sip of sake and eat a full meal with eel and miso.”

"Gudu." Hearing others talking about so many delicious foods, Xiaochi suddenly felt his saliva gushing out like a spring. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then looked at his chief, and said, "Mr. Nakamura, don't say any more. Yeah, I really want to eat something serious."

The early supply of the Japanese tank troops was considered timely, at least they carried a lot of fuel. So when most of the infantry were hungry, Nakamura and Koike still had a lot of food left in their hands, but since their good days have come to an end a few days ago, they can no longer find anything decent in their hands. food.

The 95-type light tank is a type of tank deployed by the Japanese army in Southeast Asia, and it is also the tank that Nakamura and his team drove before. The shape of this tank is very characteristic, the turret is to the left, and the car body is also extremely irregular.

Originally, Nakamura had another subordinate named Yoshitake, but this poor guy died on the cruel battlefield in the next attack, so a three-person group became a two-person group, and they were defeated on the way to escape superior. The two of them depended on each other all the way, and they barely survived, but they were surrounded by troops they didn't know, and those familiar faces had disappeared into the dense jungle.

"The failure this time is entirely because the commanders only want to please those people in the base camp." Nakamura saw another soldier fell on the side of the road because of hunger not far away, and complained: "That idiot Mutaguchi! Ga Ya Road."

Koike curled his lips, pointed to the infantry allies marching over there, and said to Nakamura with disdain: "The infantry guys said that Mutaguchi's idiot only has three things he likes."

"Oh? Which three?" Nakamura pressed his command saber with one hand,

Holding the tree beside him with one hand, while panting from the exhaustion of moving forward, he asked Xiaochi out of breath.

"That Mutaguchi guy, the three things he likes most are medals, women, and journalists." Koike learned the dialect from which he didn't know where he came from, and learned from his chief Nakamura. After he finished learning, even the individual smiled comfortably twice.

Now there are not many ways for the two of them to resolve the despair in their hearts, and teasing that incompetent Lieutenant General Mu Taguchi together is one of the more effective ways. They like to call Mutaguchi idiot, idiot, idiot, bastard. Of course, these words are pronounced "haga" in Japanese.

"Baga!" Nakamura, with a smile still on his face, said this summary to Xiaochi softly, and then the two continued to walk forward. They were stronger than the Japanese infantry around them who were reborn like wraiths, and at least the clothes they wore were enough for them to show their identities as Japanese soldiers.

Before he finished speaking, there was a gunshot in the distance, and the crisp sound echoed between the valley and the woods, melodious and terrifying. Nakamura was obviously taken aback when he heard the gunshot, then looked at Koike beside him with a look of fear, and then his eyes swept to the panicked infantry brigade in the distance.

God knows how long it had been since they had heard gunshots, since those Brits in Imphal had machine-gunned them violently, bullets flying over their heads, tracer rounds howling in a straight line, hitting the surrounding area. Soldiers, the feeling of dizziness continues from the beginning of the attack to the retreat.

It was a memory that resembled despair, and all Japanese soldiers who experienced the Battle of Imphal probably did not want to recall this terrible time. At that time, the gunshots seemed to be continuous, and every gunshot would take away an already fragile life.

Then the entire army began to retreat, and the gunfire gradually became less and less. At first, the British used troops to pursue them. Later, the Japanese army fled for their lives day and night. After entering the barren mountains, the British did not follow up. As a result, all the Japanese troops naturally transitioned from the state of fighting to the boring state of rushing.

Then everyone could hear the howling of wild animals, the singing of birds, the hysterical shouting of the wounded, and the sound of running water. Of course, Japanese soldiers could also hear the sound of soldiers sliding down the cliff and falling to their deaths, and they could also hear the sound of soldiers fainting from starvation and falling to the ground to die... In short, there are too many sounds in this forest, the only rare one is, It was gunshots.

But now, the familiar gunshot rang out again, and after one shot, a second shot followed. This was not the sound of hunting gunshots, because the team in front had plundered the rainforest long ago, and there were no large animals left that needed to be dealt with with guns.

The gunshots came more intensively, and amidst the dense gunfire, Nakamura recalled the experience he was most afraid of. On the battlefield, he was beaten by the British machine gun and ran around, and finally fell to the ground. When he looked up, he saw Ji Wu, his panic-stricken subordinate, who was smashed into a sieve by the bullet. The jaw, then the body...

The pale-faced Nakamura didn't dare to continue recalling, and wiped his face with his hands, as if he wanted to wipe away the blood that Yoshitake splashed on his face that day. He looked at Xiaochi, and then ordered with a slightly trembling voice: "Hurry up and hide! This is an enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!" Before the two of them found a suitable bunker, the infantry in front shouted loudly. From the mountainside on one side, countless plants seemed to have life, shaking as if they were about to come alive. If you look carefully for a while, you will find that these living plants are actually soldiers with camouflage on their heads.

A bullet swept through the dense tree trunk and the leaves on the trunk, and hit a Japanese soldier who forgot to lie down. Another Japanese soldier whose face was white and skinny.

It is obvious that the soldier who was shot could not get up again, but the Japanese soldier who was knocked down was also lying on the ground, and he had no intention of struggling to stand up again. They were all dead. One was killed because he was too hungry.

"For His Majesty the Emperor! For the Japanese Imperial Army! Fight back!" A hungry and dizzy infantry sergeant drew out his command saber, pointed at the position on the mountainside, and shouted the order to fight back with his loudest voice, but Only a few Japanese soldiers raised their 38-style rifles.

Most of the Japanese diehards who dared to fight to the death had already been thrown in Imphal as cannon fodder, and the rest of the strong main force ran to the front because of their faster marching speed. Most of the people here are poor people who are destined to starve to death on the road, and most of them are ordinary Japanese civilians who want to survive.

"It's from China!" A Japanese soldier said in the crowd. He saw the unique leggings of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, as well as the American military uniform of the other side. Of course, he also saw those faces made up of yellow skin and black eyes just like him.

"It's the Chinese army!" Hearing the shouts of the infantry, Nakamura quietly changed the name of the Chinese soldiers, replacing the very disrespectful Chinese character "China" with the rather convoluted "China". He leaned against a tree, avoiding the shooting of the Chinese army on one side, and looked at the fallen Japanese friendly soldiers one by one, but he didn't feel any sadness.

Maybe even death was a relief after such a horrific retreat? Nakamura thought bitterly in his heart. He looked at his friend Xiaochi beside him, and said helplessly: "Mr. Xiaochi, the Chinese army will attack you soon, so you should surrender."

While speaking, the Japanese sergeant who was not far away, who was waving a command knife just now and asked his troops to fire back, has now been hit by a bullet, lying on the ground and sinking into a puddle of mud. Some of the Japanese army fled to both sides, and some fled in the opposite direction of the Chinese expeditionary force. They pushed aside the wide leaves blocking the way, and rammed into the tropical rainforest regardless of east, west, north, and south.

Those who get lost here generally have only one end, and that is to die in this uninhabited place, close their eyes in a certain corner, and rot and become a part of nature. So escaping from the large army is not a good way, but it is the most choice in this situation in panic.

Leaving here and escaping from this place haunted by Chinese troops became the common aspiration of all Japanese soldiers present.