"Zhang Yong!"

Hisao Tani's cheeks suddenly twisted.

Damn it!

It doesn't want to hear the name.

Ever since Purple Mountain, it has firmly remembered this name.

In Zijin Mountain, the Sixth Division was almost beaten and unable to take care of themselves.

The losses were extremely heavy.

Fortunately, the subsequent replenishment was timely. The base camp gave priority to replenishing the Sixth Division.

However, compared to the peak combat effectiveness, Hisao Tani felt that there was a significant decline. The spirit of the troops was obviously not as good as before.

In the past, Mengcheng could be captured with a single charge while marching. But now, it takes three attacks. Only the third time was taken.

The initiator of the figurines is Zhang Yong.

It was he who led the Chinese army and severely damaged the Sixth Division.

However, the information sent from the base camp was very strange. This Zhang Yong did not have a formal senior military position.

He did not officially serve in the Chinese army. He always held the title of Inspector.

I can’t understand what an inspector is. Does it feel like an inspector?

In ancient Chinese history, there were many military supervisors. However, Zhang Yong's role seemed different.

It was such a strange and awkward person that cost the Sixth Division a heavy price.

I originally thought that I would not encounter this when fighting in the Central Plains.

Unexpectedly...

He's here again!

Better bring the plane!

I will give the Sixth Division a big gift as soon as I arrive.

The last elite members of the Sixth Division were almost completely lost!

Ahhhh...

Can't stand it...

Why him again!

"puff!"

Hisao Tani vomited blood again.

The surrounding Japanese invaders hurriedly supported it, fearing that it would faint.

The staff officer who came to report quietly left for fear that something unpredictable would happen to him.

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

Suddenly, there was the sound of firecrackers.

In an instant, Hisao Tani broke through his defense.

firecracker?

Who is setting off firecrackers?

Baga!

Drawing the sword in anger.

It wants to split the opponent in half.

result……

After drawing the sword...

I found that I seemed to have gone astray.

No one set off firecrackers. It was the scattered bullets that detonated.

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

"Crack, crackle, crackle..."

A large number of bullets were ignited and then flew everywhere.

Subconsciously, Hisao Tani immediately lay down.

It moves very quickly.

As a result, the people around it slowed down a little bit. Then someone was hit by a bullet.

Although it is not a bullet fired from the barrel of a gun, it still has kinetic energy. After being hit, it will still be very uncomfortable.

He won't die if he dies. But he will definitely leave a wound.

If it hits a vital point...

"ah……"

Someone covered his eyes and screamed.

But he was stabbed in the eye by bullets flying randomly.

No need to ask. My eyes were blinded on the spot.

There was no danger to his life. But he became a one-eyed dragon from then on.

"Baga..."

Hisao Tani was secretly glad.

Fortunately, I hid quickly.

I still have experience! If I find something wrong, I immediately lie down.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

Suddenly, intermittent sounds came.

It's very weird. It seems like a beast grinding its teeth. It also seems like the door to hell is opening.

Hisao Tani carefully observed his surroundings.

Nothing unusual...

Then I realized something was wrong.

Damn it, it's that military column. It looks like it's about to burst.

It was repeatedly strafed by planes and affected by explosions. However, some carriages were crumbling and cracked at any time.

"Squeak..."

"Squeak..."

The weird sounds are getting denser and denser.

Later, Hisao Tani saw that the side panel of the fifth carriage was cracked.

Affected by gravity, the side panels of the carriage tilted more and more sharply. Finally, they were on the verge of collapse, but they did not fall down completely.

As the side panels cracked, the scene inside the carriage gradually emerged.

"Crash..."

"Crash..."

A large amount of blood flowed along the crack, like a waterfall.

Inside the carriage, there were corpses scattered all over the place. They were all bloody and fleshy, layer upon layer, densely packed, and in different postures.

"Well..."

"Well..."

Japanese invaders kept vomiting.

Obviously, they can't stand it either.

All the people in the carriage were dead. They were killed by the plane.

The Chinese planes fired repeatedly, and not even a single Japanese soldier in the carriage survived.

"Well..."

Hisao Tani wanted to vomit blood again.
To be continued...