Chapter 96 Devil’s Means

The two Chinese commanders were too far away, so they only saw the flames rising into the sky, but they didn't know what was happening.

The Japanese side was much closer, only two hundred meters away, and the flames were so hot and so bright that everything that happened on the battlefield was naturally in sight.

Captain Matsumoto Nao's eyes were burned for the third time before the dawn.

The first time was the explosion of a grenade on his own position. The red light flashed by the explosives was only a flash, but it was already very painful.

The second time was a trench stained red by blood.

Before giving the order to chase the attacker, the heart-wrenching howl of a soldier a hundred meters away did not attract his attention. He just ordered the signalman to shut up the idiot.

When the Japanese captain who finally made time arrived at the scene, he finally understood why the soldier kneeling in the mud like a sculpture was crying like an idiot.

From a long distance, a strong smell of blood rushed into the nose of the Japanese captain.

That was the smell of blood.

However, how much blood would it take to transmit this smell across such a long distance!

The closer the distance, the more the Japanese captain's heart sank.

The increasingly strong smell of blood made him mistakenly think that he was running towards a slaughterhouse, not the trench of his 2nd Infantry Squad.

When he stood beside the private who was kneeling on the ground with his face buried in the mud and water, crying like a resentful ghost, and looked around with the afterglow of the flare not far away, the Japanese captain finally knew what had defeated the warriors under his command.

Even though he was just a private.

Even he wanted to kneel down.

The entire 30-meter-long trench was full of blood and corpses that were still flowing.

An infantry squad, except for the private who was still kneeling on the ground, all lay quietly in the trench.

A full fourteen people, from sergeant to private, just one was pulled down.

They were visited by the devil in their sleep, that must be it.

As he approached slowly, he could clearly see that most of the people had hideous faces.

The Japanese captain believed that they must have been in pain when death came.

But why didn't they resist? Why didn't they even make a sound of unwillingness at the last moment of their death? Did the devil grab their throats?

Without deliberately looking at the three sentinels deployed by the 2nd Infantry Squad more than 20 meters away, the Japanese captain knew that since the devil had visited this position and slaughtered an entire infantry squad, the three sentinels must be finished.

The Japanese captain, who was marching in the trenches desperately suppressing his inner grief and fear, had his increasingly heavy cowhide boots covered with red mud.

That was because the blood of fourteen people mixed with mud and water had soaked the mud in the trenches even softer.

He did not try to find anyone still alive. The second lieutenant squad leader of the 2nd Squad following behind him had confirmed that they were all dead.

The cause of death was surprisingly consistent, knife wounds, 38-style bayonet knife wounds, all of which were stabbed in the heart, killing them with one knife.

Nao Matsumoto could fully imagine the tragic scene more than ten minutes ago. The Chinese devil who sneaked into this trench, just like the Chinese killing the New Year pig, covered the mouth of his soldiers with one hand, and stabbed the heart with a sharp blade captured from his own army with the other hand. Then, he let his body struggle and twist, waiting for the heart to lose blood supply. The soldiers who completely lost their strength could only fall into a coma, and then died silently.

One after another, until everyone in this trench died.

There is no need to think about the despair of those who died at the last moment of their lives. Just looking at the extremely fearful eyes of his subordinates around him, the Japanese captain knew that the courage of the once confident imperial warriors was greatly fading.

It was really cruel!

"Devil! He is a devil!" The Japanese recruits who had been kneeling in the mud finally cried loudly with their faces in their hands. "I want to go home!"

The mentality of the recruits was completely broken.

The furious Japanese captain wanted to pull out his pistol and kill the fragile private, but he finally gave up.

It was not out of protection for his subordinates, but because Matsumoto Nao didn't want to add another death toll to the battle report tonight.

There were already too many dead.

But many things are not something you can do without. The darkness before dawn is destined to become a nightmare for poor Captain Matsumoto Nao.

With his lieutenant squadron deputy and the second lieutenant squad leader of the 2nd squad, the three of them quickly found three sentries more than 30 meters away.

The bodies of the two sentries were wearing helmets and leaning against the low wall with their heads hanging down. From a distance, everything seemed normal, but only when you got closer would you find that it was because of the Type 38 rifle.

The sharp bayonet pierced through the neck and into the back of the head, and their own rifles became the body supports that allowed them to stand even if they died.

The strange figure cast a black shadow on the low wall in the swaying firelight of the bonfire wind, like a shadow play being performed, which made people who saw this scene shudder.

Of course, it was more of a humiliation.

Whether it was the tragic scene in the trench or the weirdness here, they were all the declaration of war thrown by the damn Chinese.

"Baga! Baga!" The lieutenant squadron deputy drew out his command knife, took a few big steps, and tried his best to roar and madly chop the low wall.

It seemed that it was the Chinese devil.

Matsumoto Nao looked numbly a few meters away until he was thrown to the ground by the scream of the second lieutenant beside him.

Then, the stunned Japanese captain heard a terrible loud bang.

When he looked up blankly.

Gun smoke filled the air.

After a few seconds, the low wall was gone, the "shadow play" was gone, and the lieutenant squadron deputy who was just full of vigor under his command was gone.

The power of the two grenades buried under the wall may not be enough to tear a human body into flying pieces, but it is no problem to blow it up.

How can a person whose anger can be compared to the eruption of Mount Fuji pay attention to the green smoke that is slightly scattered under his feet?

Perhaps, it was the relatively calm Japanese second lieutenant who heard the crackling of the fuse, otherwise, Captain Matsumoto Nao would not have to worry about the number of casualties in his infantry squadron.

He will also be on this list.

If you don't want to increase the number, you can only add +1 again.

Perhaps, only the second lieutenant of the 2nd squadron was not simply sad. Even though the casualties of his subordinates were close to 20, the deputy squadron leader was gone, and he saved the captain. If nothing unexpected happened, this position would most likely be his.

Especially when he saw the flames rising to the sky outside the battlefield a few minutes later.

The casualties of the 3rd infantry squadron arrived right in front of him.

It was really mixed with joy and sorrow!

But this emotion must not be known by his immediate superior who was in a daze.

Yes, the Japanese captain who tried for a long time to accept the fact that his subordinates had suffered heavy casualties looked at the distant battlefield, and the sadness that had been suppressed could not be controlled.

Two tear marks flowed down his cheeks through the edge of the telescope placed in front of the captain's eyes.

That Chinese devil actually has more terrible devilish means.