Chapter 877: Rainforest

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"Kunaka Nakamura, you said what happened to us in this war." A soldier who originally belonged to the Japanese armored forces asked the comrades around him. He and the man named Nakamura were driving tanks on the way to Imphal. However, because of engine failure, the tank had to be abandoned. The two of them became infantry without weapons.
Compared to the talking soldier Koike, as the commander of the tank vehicle, Nakamura seemed more stable. He carried the command knife that he regarded as a treasure in his waist, and stared at the main Japanese troops who were marching not far away. Many people no longer covered their bodies. Most of the soldiers lost their guns to the side of the road because of their defeat.
Just now, when the guns were discarded, there were sergeants and officers who came to scold and scold, but later, when everyone had no energy to go forward, discarding the guns and ammunition was already for these hungry Japanese trances. It's commonplace and no one will be held accountable.
After losing his chariot, Nakamura's mood is not very good now. He sighed, shook his head helplessly, and said to his comrade Koike: "Xiaochi Jun, you can't win a war without hunger. I The most important thing I want to do now is to drink a sip of sake and eat a full meal with eel and miso. "
"Guru." After hearing others talk about so many delicious foods, Koike suddenly felt his saliva gushing out like spring water. He swallowed a spit, then looked at his chief and said, "Kunaka Nakamura, stop talking. Well, I really want to eat a serious meal. "
The early replenishment of the Japanese tank troops was fairly timely, and at least carried a lot of fuel. So when most of the infantry are hungry, Nakamura and Koike still have a lot of food left in their hands, but from their good days a few days ago, they can no longer find anything decent in their hands. food.
The Type 95 light tank is one of the more tanks deployed by the Japanese in Southeast Asia, and it was also the tank previously driven by Nakamura ’s group. The shape of this tank is very characteristic, the turret is on the left, and the car body is also very irregular.
Originally, Nakamura had another man named Jiwu, but this poor guy died in a brutal battlefield in the next attack, so a trio became a duo, defeated on the road to escape on. The two people lived side by side, and it was barely survived, but the unknown troops around them, the familiar faces, had disappeared into the dense jungle.
"The failure this time was entirely due to the fact that the commanders only wanted to please the people in the base camp." Nakamura looked at another soldier not far from the road because of hunger and complained: "Mutiankou's stupid! Eight Gaha Road. "
Koike pouted, pointing at the infantry allies who were traveling there, and said disdainfully to Nakamura: "The infantry group of guys said that Mu Tiankou's stupid had only three things in total."
"Oh? What are the three?" Nakamura asked one hand, holding his command knife and one hand holding the trees next to him, while breathless from marching forward, breathlessly asking Koike.
"Mu Tiankou's three favorite things, one is the medal, the other is the woman, and the third is the journalist." Koike learns the dialect that he doesn't know where he comes from and learns from his own chief Nakamura. After he finished his studies, even the individual smiled comfortably.
Now there are not many ways for the two to resolve the despair in their hearts. Let's tease the incompetent lieutenant general Mu Tiankou together, which is one of the more effective methods. They like to call Mou Tiankou an idiot, a fool, a fool, and of course, the pronunciation of these words in Japan is "eight ga".
"Baga!" Nakamura still had a smile on his face, and said a summary to Koike softly, and then the two of them continued to walk forward with their legs raised. They are stronger than the Japanese infantry that resemble the rebirth of their spirits, but the clothes on their bodies are enough for them to show their identity as Japanese soldiers.
Before his words fell, there was a gunshot in the distance, and the clear voice echoed between the valley and the woods, melodious and terrifying. After hearing the gunshots, Nakamura was stunned for a moment, then looked at the small pool beside him with horror, and then glanced at the infantry brigade in the distance.
God knows how long they have n’t heard the gunshots. Since the British guys in Imphal shot them violently with machine guns, bullets flew over their heads, tracers howling in a straight line, hitting the surrounding Soldiers, the feeling of turning around from the beginning of the attack has continued to retreat.
It was a desperate memory, and all Japanese soldiers who had gone through the battle for Imphal might not want to remember this terrible time. At that time, the gunshots seemed to be endless, and every shot had to take away an already fragile life.
Then the entire army began to retreat, and the gunfire gradually became sparse. At first, the British also used troops to pursue. Later, the Japanese army escaped day and night. After entering the wild mountains and wilderness, the British did not follow. So all the Japanese troops transitioned from the state of engagement to a boring state.
Then everyone could hear the howling of the beast, the singing of the birds, the hysterical shouts of the wounded, and the sound of the flowing spring water. Of course, Japanese soldiers can also hear the sound of soldiers sliding down the cliff and falling to death, and the sound of soldiers fainting and falling to the ground ... In short, there are too many sounds in this forest, the only one that is rare, The sound of gunfire.
But now, the familiar gunshots sounded again, and after that, a second sound followed. This is not the sound of hunting guns, because the previous team has looted this rainforest, and there will not be any large animals left that need to be solved with a gun.
The gunshots came more densely, and in the dense gunshots, Nakamura recalled the experience he was most afraid of. He was hit by the British machine gun on the battlefield and eventually fell to the ground. He raised his head and saw Ji Wu, who was under a panic. He was hit by a bullet into a sieve. The bullet first penetrated Ji Wu's eyes and then flew his Chin, then body ...
The pale-faced Nakamura did not dare to continue his memories, wiped his face with his hand, and seemed to want to wipe the blood that Ji Wu splashed on his face that day. He looked at Koike and then commanded with a slightly trembling voice: "Hurry up and hide! This is an enemy attack!"
"Enemies!" Before the two of them found a suitable bunker, the infantry in front shouted loudly. From the side of the mountainside, countless plants seemed to have life, shaking and seeming to come alive. If you look closely for a while, you will find that these living plants are actually soldiers with camouflage above their heads.
A bullet swept through the dense trunk and the leaves on the trunk and hit a Japanese soldier who had forgotten to lie down. The blood was splashing, and the shot soldier lay down on his back and knocked down Another Japanese soldier who was already as skinny as a sheet of paper.
The soldier who was shot was not able to get up again, which was obvious, but the Japanese soldier who was knocked down lay down on the ground so straight, no longer had to struggle to stand up, meaning they were all dead, one was One was killed because one was too hungry.
"For His Majesty the Emperor! For the Great Japanese Army! Fight back!" A hungry, dizzy infantry soldier Cao pulled out his command knife, pointed to the position of the mountainside, and shouted the command to fight back with his biggest voice, but Only a few Japanese soldiers raised the 38-type rifle in their hands.
Most die-hard Japanese die-hards have been thrown into Imphal as cannon fodder. The remaining strong main force, because of the faster marching speed, ran ahead. Most of the people here are poor people destined to starve to death on the road, and most of them are ordinary Japanese civilians who are dedicated to life.
"It's the Chiana!" Said a Japanese soldier in the crowd. He saw the unique legging method of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, and also saw the American military uniform of the other party. Of course, he also saw faces like his, with yellow skin and black eyes.
"It's the Chinese army!" Hearing the shouting of the infantry, Nakamura quietly changed the name of the Chinese soldiers, and replaced the very disrespectful Chinese and Chinese with the more devious "China". He leaned against the tree, evading shooting from the Chinese army on one side, and watching the fallen Japanese army, one by one, did not feel sad.
Maybe after such a terrible retreat, even death can only be regarded as a relief? Nakamura thought sadly in his heart. He looked at his close friend Xiaochi, and said helplessly: "Xiaochi Jun, you will surrender after the Chinese army comes over in a while."
During the talk, the Japanese soldier who was not far away and had just waved his command knife and demanded that his troops fire back was now hit by a bullet and lay on the ground into a pool of mud. Some people in the Japanese army fled to both sides, and some people ran in the opposite direction of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. They set aside the wide leaves of the road and bumped into the tropical rain forest regardless of east, west, south and north.
The only thing that gets lost here is usually one ending, that is, to die in this uninhabited place, close your eyes in a corner, and rot becomes a part of nature. So escaping from the big army is not a good way, but in this case, most choices in panic.
Leaving here and escaping from the place where the Chinese army was infested became the common wish of all Japanese soldiers present.