Major Guang's hand was trembling slightly. The military flag had been lit. The flames were slowly calm. He insisted on letting the flames burn on his hands. The Japanese soldiers around him smelled the burning smell of flesh. When the flames were extinguished, Major Jin Guang's hand was already burning black.

The tide of failure will inevitably swallow these tenacious Japanese devils. Some of them were once workers, farmers, staff and college students, but the horn of war changed their lives overnight, bringing them together and turning them into a group of invaders, a group of man-eating beasts.

"Kishita Jun." Grandmaster Jin Guang said in a hoarse voice: "There is an extremely glorious and arduous task that you need to complete. That is to break through the siege and report to the superiors on behalf of the La Meng army that has taken place so far, present the deeds of the meritorious soldiers, and forward the suicide notes, diaries and letters of the officers and soldiers to their families. Please." Grandmaster Jin Guang bent down deeply.

"Your Excellency..." The eyes of the flag guarding officer of Kinoshita shed tears, "I will definitely live up to my responsibilities and have to complete the task after going through a lot of hardships."

Seeing Lieutenant Kinoshita saluted with tears, then put on plain clothes, sneaking into the vast night outside the position, Major Jin Guang turned around and walked down the bottom of the bunker with the military doctor.

The haggard women looked silently at the sudden appearance of Grandpa Jinguang. There were many wounded soldiers from the Japanese in the middle of their side. Although they didn't know that the military flag had been burned outside, the commander's face told them everything. Grandpa Jinguang tried hard to smile at them, and the swaying candlelight stretched his face and became very ferocious.

"Women. Listen well, I will advise you for the last time," the Grandpa's voice sounded stiff and cold, and was as unmoved as iron blocks. "Escape quickly, go down the mountain to surrender, please cherish your life and go home. After dawn, the position will no longer exist, and we will fight the final decisive battle with the enemy."

There was a small commotion among the women. But no one stood up to respond.

"You have always brought great joy and comfort to the soldiers, and they will never forget you. Please go down the mountain quickly," the military doctor urged. In fact, as early as before the war began in May, the garrison ordered the military prostitutes to accompany the positions. During the day, they cooked, washed clothes, carried ammunition, and "comfort" the soldiers at night. They used their bodies to boost morale. These women, especially Japanese women, have formed themselves into a whole with the soldiers and positions.

A Japanese girl named Sakurako raised her face weakly and replied to everyone, "Sir, we won't go down the mountain. Let's die with the soldiers."

The military doctor scolded, "Nonsense! We are soldiers, and soldiers must die according to the emperor's orders. But you

"There is no time left, drive them down the mountain." Major Jin Guang said impatiently.

"Sir. I am a Japanese woman." Sakurako bowed deeply to the Major and begged, "I am for L."

A few more women also stood up with support. They were all very young. They were all Japanese women, "We won't leave! Please..."

The Major was speechless, his face turned pale, as if he had made some big mistake. He suddenly raised his hand, slapped Sakurako in a rage, and shouted, "Bitch." Then he turned around mechanically and strode out of the bunker.

Eight North Korean and Taiwanese women walked down the mountain with white flags, six Japanese women and their soldiers and men stayed, staying on the positions of impending destruction, waiting for the arrival of the last dawn of their lives.

The ground was dark before dawn, just like the mood of these remaining Japanese. Fearing the artillery fire of the National Army, the Japanese soldiers did not ignite the fire, silently sorted out their guns and ammunition, preparing for the last rush in their lives.

But will Wu Ming give them this opportunity? Under the cover of darkness, the Rangers in Japanese uniforms lay on the ground and slowly squirmed forward, slowly tightening the noose from all sides.

Wu Ming gently picked up a stone and threw it suddenly. The stone drew an arc across the trench, making a sound with a click.

A Japanese sentry stood up suspiciously and turned around to observe. Wu Ming took the opportunity to jump from the depression and flipped into the trench. When the Japanese realized that just turned around, Wu Ming's fist had already hit his temple hard.

"What's wrong?" asked another sentry not far away, pointing at the gun.

Wu Ming replied hoarsely and vaguely: "It's okay, I tripped under my feet." He walked over as he said, "Is there any food?"

"I still have a cold rice ball. Can you still eat it at this time?" the Japanese sentry said dissatisfied.

"I'm so hungry if I don't eat!" Wu Ming came to follow

He grinned with a malicious intention and cut a palm knife into his neck.

The gap was opened, and the Rangers team members quietly crossed the cordon from here and continued to seep in. The two unlucky Japanese were tied up and wore chews on their mouths, and several of them were touching the trench along the trench.

"Bang!" The gunshot broke the silence around him, and then the dense gunshots began to sound.

Wu Ming could not help frowning when he had touched the edge of the bunker. The infiltration was still discovered by the Japanese. He made a quick decision, waved his hand, led several team members to run towards the bunker, shouting in Japanese: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

When Jin Guang Kejiro heard the gunshots outside, he immediately stood up and ran to the bunker to look out. In his impression, night attacks were the specialty of the Japanese, and the Chinese army was not good at it. Their night combat and night attacks were two different things. He was exhausted, and he made a mistake and did not immediately order the bunkers or lead people to rush out. In just over ten seconds, Wu Ming and others had already taken advantage of the shock of the Japanese soldiers at the door and rushed in quickly.

Several candles in the bunker emitted a dim light. As soon as Wu Ming came in, he kicked his elbow and hit his knee without saying a word, knocking several Japanese at the door to the ground, pointing his pistol at the surprised Ejiro Jingami who turned around.

"Bagayaru!" Jin Guang Kejiro faced the black muzzle, without any fear. He picked up the rifle leaning beside him, rushed towards Wu Ming with blood-red eyes.

"Bang! Bang!" Wu Ming fired two shots in a row, interrupting Keijiro Jinkang's right arm and one leg, and then shot with other team members at the Japanese in the bunker.

After the guns, the Japanese in the bunker died and were injured, and no one could stand up.

Wu Ming pointed with a pistol, and the two team members immediately blocked the exit leading to the lower level with guns from left and right.

"You, you." Wu Ming ordered: "Bind me all the injured Japanese, especially that guy. If you want to die, you have to wait until Commander Li takes a look before dying. The others and I will seal the Japanese outside."

Keijiro Jin supported his body with one hand, cursed and raised his head, and suddenly knocked his head to the ground. A team member had a fast eye and fast foot. He kicked him with a bang and a few broken teeth sprayed out. The team member was cursing, "Damn it, have you not listened to the boss's words? Even if you want to die, you have to wait a while." As he said that, he tied Keijiro Jin into rice dumplings with another team member. Now, Keijiro Jin had only his eyes left to move.

"I told you a long time ago that you should practice this shooting technique well." Wu Ming looked out through the shooting hole, and even scolded him: "Look at you, you killed several of them in one go. Don't you know that it's all money? A group of prodigals."

"Financial fan!" Tan Zheng whispered and shouted loudly at the figures running towards the bunker outside: "Command!"

The answer to him was a Japanese dialect, "Fuck, Japanese devils." Tan Zheng pulled the board without hesitation while cursing, "Dadada..." A string of bullets shot out, knocking several figures to the point of stuttering, screaming.

"Boss, there is movement below." A team member pointed to the exit at the bottom of the bunker.

"Don't worry about it for now." Wu Ming glanced back and shook his head, "I'll talk about it after I finish packing up the outside world, and I'll hit me to death."

A dazzling red sun slowly rose, sprinkling bloody light on the mountains and ridges of Nujiang Canyon, smearing on the main peak of Songshan, where the craters were covered with scorched earth. There were only seventeen remaining soldiers who could stand up. They all carried bayonet rifles and under the leadership of a Japanese lieutenant, they carried out their last suicide charge.

Under the fierce bomb rain of the rangers, within just a few seconds they fell into this charred foreign land with blood, and used their torn bodies and broken souls to pay tribute to an ambitious and arrogant dream belonging to the island nation.
Chapter completed!