Chapter 95 What Is God? This Is God

Late at night, in the temporary headquarters of the 19th Japanese Regiment, the first line of defense of Yushu Fort, Ken Yamamura was wiping his samurai sword. Since it was a night attack, they would have to fight hand to hand.

Several staff officers and generals looked at him without blinking, waiting for his order.

Ken Yamamura was very confident in his swordsmanship, and believed that his soldiers' bayonet skills were not comparable to the enemy.

Therefore, like Katsura Taro, he had great expectations for this night attack, hoping to break through the enemy's line in one fell swoop.

"What time is it?" Ken Yamamura put down his samurai sword and asked the captain Lin Taichiro, who was sitting next to him like an old monk in meditation.

Lin Taichiro took out a pocket watch from his bosom, looked at it in the light, and replied: "Sir, it's already 3 o'clock in the morning."

Yamamura Ken stood up and sneered, "It's time, how are the soldiers ready?"

"Five hundred imperial warriors are ready, just waiting for your order, sir." Lin Taichiro bowed his head slightly to show respect.

Yamamura Ken picked up the samurai sword and inserted it into the scabbard with a bang. He said confidently: "In this way, let Wei Jichen see the bayonet fighting skills of the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire."

Several people walked out of the command center, and more than 500 Japanese soldiers outside had already assembled.

They stood in silence and neatly. If Wang Shizhen fired a cannon at this time, dozens of them would die with one cannon.

"Gentlemen, within one day, our army broke through the first line of defense of the Weizi Army, and victory is just around the corner." Yamamura Ken stood in front of the Japanese team and spoke slowly.

Then he changed the subject and continued shamelessly: "However, the division commander and I both feel that it is necessary to let Wei Jichen know what it means to be unstoppable. Death, huh! That's just a joke. Gentlemen, the shame of my 3rd and 5th divisions depends on us to wash away."

"Tonight, I will lead you to break the myth of the death god and capture Wei Jichen alive. Let's go!" Yamamura Ken raised his hand with high spirits, and more than 500 Japanese soldiers disappeared quickly into the night like ghosts.

Yamamura Ken asked the regiment staff to prepare to accept the position. Once he occupied the Chinese army position, he would release a signal to let other waiting soldiers come quickly to consolidate the results.

On the Weizi Army position, several sentinels looked around carefully with eagle-like eyes.

In the trenches, most soldiers covered their guns on their chests and lay down to take a nap.

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the front.

A sentry immediately pointed his gun forward, and the other sentries were also ready to attack immediately.

"Who?" the sentry shouted loudly.

"Quack, quack!" Two crow calls came from the place where the sound came from.

"It's a crow!" A sentry was about to relax his vigilance.

Another one shouted a warning: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The soldiers lying on the ground were awakened by the shouting, and quickly set up their guns and entered combat status.

"Damn it, how could a crow come out at night? The damn Japanese slaves want to deceive me, but there is no way." The sentry saw that the other sentry had not reacted yet, and couldn't help but shout loudly.

In the Japanese sneak attack team, Yamamura Jian looked at the soldier who had just imitated the crow's cry with an angry face. He really wanted to shoot him. Although the crow is a sacred bird, it is impossible for it to come out and shout at random at night for no reason.

"Charge!"

Since he had been discovered, Yamamura Jian didn't hide it. With an order, the Japanese in the dark bent their waists and charged forward quickly.

Cheng Buzhi was awakened by the shouts of the sentry, and he quickly stood up to command the battle. Looking at the pitch-black front, he couldn't help but frowned.

"Throw a grenade!" Cheng Buzhi immediately thought of this method.

The soldier who originally wanted to shoot heard it and hurriedly picked up the grenade from his side. After pulling it, he threw it casually into the darkness.

Boom, after a few loud noises.

In the darkness, the screams of the Japanese came.

Cheng Buzhi saw countless Japanese crawling and approaching their positions in the flash of fire.

Because it was too dark, the grenade couldn't be thrown in the right place. It was either thrown far or too close, and only a small number of them exploded in the Japanese charging team.

Cheng Buzhi's face was grim, and he pulled out his big knife, thinking in his heart: Come, let's see who is the ancestor of playing with knives. When we were playing with knives, you were still wearing animal skins and holding stones and shouting loudly.

Over there, Wei Jichen, who had been unable to sleep, heard the alarm and explosion, and hurried over with a dozen of his personal soldiers.

"What's going on?" Wei Jichen asked as soon as he arrived.

"The Japanese wanted to launch a sneak attack, but unfortunately our soldiers discovered it early." Cheng Bushi told Wei Jichen the situation as simply as possible.

Wei Jichen looked carefully and could only see a vague figure approaching quickly.

"Throw the torch over." Wei Jichen turned and said to Wang Huaiqing.

He brought more than ten torches.

Wang Huaiqing was about to ask someone to throw it, but Wei Jichen suddenly stopped him and asked Cheng Bushi excitedly: "Old Cheng, where did you put those flammable things?"

Cheng Bushi stretched out his hand and pointed to the darkness in front of him: "Over there."

"God really helps me, hurry up, throw the torch over there and light it." Wei Jichen said happily.

Wang Huaiqing and others also reacted immediately, and with a look of joy they ordered the soldiers to throw the flammable wood and straw towards the place where a lot of flammable wood and straw were placed.

Suddenly, dozens of torches flashed in the darkness and fell quickly into the distance.

Boom...

After the torches landed, they soon ignited flammable materials such as dead wood and grass, and the fire began to spread rapidly.

Wei Jichen saw it clearly this time.

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers came from the bottom of the slope, tightly attached to the ground, and slowly came towards their own positions. In a short period of time, they were only 20 meters away from here.

"Fight!" Wei Jichen shouted angrily and threw the grenade in his hand first.

This time, Shancun Jian was in a tragedy. Under the reflection of the raging fire, their traces were exposed, and each of them became a human target under the muzzle of the Chinese soldiers.

Bang bang bang,

Boom, boom,...

Grenades and bullets flew together, and the flames were the same color as the Japanese.

Wei Jichen laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth. The Japanese were simply sending themselves to death.

What is a sniper? It is the king in the dark corner.

The fire in their own position has been extinguished, and the Japanese can't see it at all. They just shoot forward randomly with their guns raised.

Originally, both sides couldn't see each other, but now only the Japanese suffered.

Raising the sniper rifle in his hand, Wei Jichen was not polite.

He fired all the bullets in the gun chamber in one breath. At such a close distance, Wei Jichen had no chance of missing, unless he was distracted.

Every shot was life-threatening, and every bullet hit the target. The Japanese who were crawling in front suddenly stopped moving, rolled down and fell to the ground, and the rest of the people were scared to the ground.

For a while, it was neither advancing nor retreating.

In this short period of time, the soldiers fought happily and happily, and with the powerful grenades, the Japanese suffered heavy casualties and almost lost their general combat effectiveness.

"Retreat, retreat!" Yamamura Jian was covered in dust and watched countless soldiers fall to the ground and never get up again. He immediately knew that this sneak attack had ended in failure.

The Japanese who heard the order breathed a sigh of relief. Being suppressed and beaten without any ability to fight back, not only felt aggrieved, but also worried that they would become the one who did not move.

Damn it, if you want to run, there is no way. I haven't had enough fun yet.

Wei Jichen saw the Japanese turning around and trying to escape, so he picked up his rifle and shouted to chase them. He was the first to roll out of the trench. While the Japanese were still in the light of the fire, he followed closely and bit behind.

Bang, bang, Wei Jichen fired with his right hand. As long as he found a Japanese who had the tendency to turn his head, he would shoot.

And his left hand was not idle either. He threw a grenade forward almost every three seconds.

There are many grenades in Wei Jichen's super space. As long as this guy touches the super space, he will take out a grenade, then put it to his mouth, bite it, pull the fuse, and then throw it down.

Wei Jichen threw countless grenades in the training base. His movements were so smooth that even shot put athletes would be inferior to him.

So, the sound of boom, boom began to be heard.

Wei Jichen was like a human tank, constantly firing forward.

With a click of his right hand, a Japanese fell down, and with a throw of his left hand, a group of Japanese were blown away.

The soldiers of the Wei army saw Wei Jichen turning over and chasing, and they all shouted to follow him, but they were one step behind after all, vaguely, and could only see Wei Jichen in front of them like a bottomless pit.

He seemed to have countless grenades on his body, and threw them like throwing garbage, without even blinking his eyes.

The fleeing Japanese were frightened out of their 7 souls. Some of them wanted to turn around and fight back when they saw the enemy chasing them, but when they saw this situation, they dared not stay. Now they only hated their parents for not giving them two more legs.

As long as they paused for a moment, their bodies would immediately turn into pieces and fly in all directions.

At this time, they remembered the nickname given to the person behind them by their colleagues in the 5th Division - the God of Death.

So this is the origin of the God of Death. Countless Japanese soldiers who were blown away suddenly realized it before they died.

It was so satisfying. All the cells in Wei Jichen's body were excited. This was the real 100-man slayer. I chased more than 100 people by myself.

He reached out to touch the super space again, but it was empty. Damn it, I threw more than 100 grenades at once?

Wei Jichen looked forward again and saw that the frightened little Japanese soldiers had already rolled and crawled, using all their strength to escape into the night, so he had to stop.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

A group of soldiers panted and ran to Wei Jichen one by one, squatting or sitting.

"Sir, you were just fucking, what is it called, yes, it's Yingming and Godly."

"What Yingming and Godly, it's Yingjun and Godly."

...

The soldiers began to praise him, saying all the sentences that can be used to praise people from ancient times to the present.

"Let's go, let's go back, if the Japanese dare to come again next time, I will make them pay for it." Wei Jichen ignored the words of praise and said with a smile.

"Sir, where did you get so many grenades?" Wang Huaiqing asked Wei Jichen as he walked.

Why so many? If you have a super space, you can do it too.

Wei Jichen certainly couldn't answer like that. He put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "This matter can only be understood but not expressed in words. That's why I will be your general. When you understand it, you will also be the general."

Wei Jichen's mysterious reply made Wang Huaiqing puzzled. He could only touch his forehead helplessly and thought with a look of annoyance: It seems that I will only be a captain of the personal guards in this life.

Yamamura Ken ran all the way until he could no longer hear any sound, and then he stopped in despair.

"Lin Taichilang, Lin Taichilang, count how many people are left." Yamamura Ken's voice was full of bitterness.

But there was no response for a long time. After a long time, a soldier came forward, with a face full of fear and a trembling voice, and replied: "Major... Colonel, Major Hayashi Tai has died."

"Died, died." Yamamura Ken raised his head and looked at the terrified faces. Suddenly, he found that among the more than 500 people, only 40 or 50 of them came back alive.

"That...that Wei-zi army is simply not a human being. It is...the god of death!" The soldier said again in a trembling voice. He should have died, but Hayashi Taichiro, who was one step behind him, blocked the bomb for him.

Thinking of the series of explosions that followed him closely and the limbs that kept falling in front of him, the soldier felt like he had a nightmare.

Yamamura Ken said dejectedly: "Go back."

Not long after, Yamamura Ken, who seemed to have lost his soul, appeared at the temporary station of the 3rd Division Headquarters.

Katsura Taro, Ogawa Jiro and other staff officers all stared at him blankly.

"You mean, you led more than 500 people to attack, and only 50 people came back with you? And I don't know how many enemy soldiers you killed." Katsura Taro loosened his grip and didn't even notice that his cane fell to the ground.

"Yes, sir!" Yamamura Ken lowered his head as low as he could.

"Baka, you are a waste, what use does the empire have for you?" Katsura Taro slapped Yamamura Ken in the face with his backhand.

After a snap, five red handprints appeared on his face.

"Do it yourself!" Katsura Taro picked up a samurai sword from the table and threw it in front of Yamamura Ken.

Ogawa Jiro stepped forward and stopped the furious Katsura Taro and said, "Sir, division commander, let Yamamura-kun tell you the reason."

"Reason?" Yamamura Ken raised his head blankly, and then squeezed out two words from his mouth: "Death!"

Yamamura Ken's words made Katsura Taro even more furious, and he almost wanted to do it himself and chop him with a knife.

Fortunately, Shancun Jian knew that his crime was unforgivable, and he knelt down to pick up the samurai sword, and then stabbed it directly into his abdomen.

"Before I die, I have one last word, I must, I must warn you: Never, never let Wei Jichen leave Yushu Fort alive." Shancun Jian suddenly became clear-headed as if he had a last breath, and said this.