Chapter 7 Moonlit Night

"Captain Inoue, why don't we take a rest here first?" A Japanese soldier with his splayed legs almost half-way came over, holding a match diligently and trying to light a fire for Inoue Mitsuo, and suggested with a sly look: "Not only can we Make some money, maybe, and have a flower girl?"

"Baga! Bastard, are you still thinking about flower girls before the war is over?" The already depressed Mitsuo Inoue finally found a channel to vent his anger, and slapped the obscene subordinate with a big mouth. .

This idiot, what kind of flower girl should I mention to him at such a moment? Don’t you know that Chinese civilians are hiding in the concessions of the Golden Retrievers?

Now in these ruins, apart from the dead bodies that were swollen by the rain and could make people sick even from a distance, there are only wild dogs that feed on the carrion.

There are some things that you just don’t think about. Once you are reminded, the adult male’s desire, which has been silent for more than two months, will look up crazily, but you can only think about it but can’t do it. No wonder Inoue Mitsuo almost didn’t mention it with his big mouth. The guy who flatters you will make you doubt your life.

There were still sporadic gunshots in the distance, and Inoue Mitsuo knew that it was the small team sent by his own side exchanging fire with the Chinese soldiers who were alone in the ruins. Although it was already night, under the still bright moonlight and flares, Under the light, the remaining gray rats will be unable to hide, and the powerful Imperial Army will undoubtedly win the final victory.

After searching all the way, nothing unusual was found. Perhaps the Chinese straggler who made the gunshot had been killed by his own search team. Inoue Mitsuo felt slightly relaxed, at least he didn't have to worry about being shot in the dark all the time.

Although the Chinese were weak, their performance in this battle was beyond the imagination of the Japanese army. They were so strong that they were almost stubborn. The battle loss ratio of nearly 15% made the Japanese commanders, large and small, look extremely expressionless. Bitter.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise about thirty meters away.

The Japanese troops became nervous and rolled to the temporary bunkers they had already found, aiming their guns into the distance. The light of three flashlights swept over immediately.

In the bright beam of light, a dirty, almost indistinguishable wild dog jumped out of the ruins more than 20 meters away with its tail between its legs. .

The startled Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.

A Japanese soldier fired without hesitation. The Japanese veteran's precise shooting skills, which could hit a human body from 200 meters away, hit the hind legs of a wild dog with incomparable accuracy, even in such a dim environment.

"Stay!" The wild dog let out a miserable but not sharp howl, and struggled to crawl into the ruins.

"Asshole, who asked you to shoot?" Inoue Mitsuo shouted in a deep voice.

"Captain Inoue, the rations provided by those idiots in the baggage train are completely fed to pigs. Do you think you can..." The veteran who fired the gun licked his lips and gave advice to his sergeant.

Looking at the subordinates around him who started to lick their lips involuntarily, and thinking about the delicious dog meat glistening on the fire, Inoue Mitsuo felt that his saliva secretion was also accelerating.

Indeed, it had been two months since they entered the battlefield. Although there were occasionally canned beef supplies, most of them were dry and cold rice balls that were unpalatable, and the birds had long since faded away.

Not only that, but even more unbearable is the weather.

Damn the Chinese, and the damn rainy days in Songhu, China. Not only was there light rain in the sky, but the trenches were also full of mud. He was almost untouched, making Inoue Mitsuo almost feel like a moldy salted fish. , smelly and rotten. If it continues like this, even if he is not killed by Chinese guns, he will be disgusted to death by himself.

At such a time, if a bonfire is lit and plump dog meat is grilled on the bonfire, it is simply a beautiful thing in life.

"Baga! It is our mission to expand the territory of the Japanese Empire. How can we criticize friendly forces for this? Don't let me hear such complaints again." Inoue Mitsuo's face was straight, and he criticized his subordinates with some righteousness. . "Takeda-kun, take three people to search there. If you encounter any loot, you can bring it back. The rest of you will rest where you are and recharge your batteries before executing the squadron leader's order."

"Hi!" The figure with splayed legs, who was called Takeda, stood at attention and lowered his head, but the grievance on his face was a little less.

The splayed leg with a red and swollen face knew that Sergeant Inoue had agreed to his suggestion and what he just said was just for show.

As for the beating I just received! Hitting and scolding is love, right? But not everyone can be beaten by Chief Cao.

Perhaps the Ah Q spirit is not unique to China at this time.

Watching the four Japanese soldiers under his command holding guns and searching the ruins where the injured wild dogs crawled into, Inoue Mitsuo breathed a sigh of relief: Finally, he could rest for a while and wait for the delicious dog meat.

He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door of the two-story building that was luckily not damaged in the bombardment. He shone a flashlight inside for a while to make sure there was no one inside. Then he sat down and relaxed his body. All leaning against the relatively dry wall.

Four of the remaining ten Japanese soldiers walked into the small building. They were the two grenade launchers of the squad, the light machine gun shooter and the deputy shooter. Not only did they have higher military ranks, but also because they were the heavy firepower of the squad. It is guaranteed that wherever they are, they must be under the protection of infantry, even when resting.

The other six people were in groups of two, five or six meters apart, huddled under the eaves around the small building, hugging their own 38-year-olds.

Just from the distribution of the Japanese troops in this squad resting state, it can be seen that the Japanese Army, which is known as the best in Asia, is not given for nothing.

Even if they are not in combat, they still maintain sufficient vigilance. Any attack will be hit from other directions.

Even if they are besieged by troops two or three times theirs, the grenade launchers and light machine guns in the house can provide enough firepower to fight back, enough to support the arrival of reinforcements.

This is also the reason why the Japanese commander dared to send a squad as a unit sequence and enter the ruins at night to clear out the Chinese stragglers. It comes from confidence and strength.

And a few dozen meters away from the small building where the Japanese rested, two pairs of eyes were watching all this in great horror.

The old soldier Youzi and Yang Xiaoshan arrived here with Tang Dao as early as 20 minutes ago. They can understand why Tang Dao chose this area as a battlefield for cold shooting.

After all, there was only the Suzhou River between here and the brightly lit concession. The moonlight plus the residual light from the lights on the other side of the river were enough to ensure the sight within 30 meters. With his amazing shooting skills, it should not be difficult to kill two or three Japanese soldiers with a few cold shots from a long distance.

However, what shocked them was how Tang Dao dared to be sure that the Japanese search team would rest in that small building?

Tang Dao had entered the small building that luckily survived for several minutes before coming out. The two elite imperial guards would not think that Tang Dao had gone in for a special visit.

Otherwise, how could the two grenades he had originally inserted into his waist disappear? Did he put them in the small building as a souvenir?