Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2731 Nakata Masao: I have no choice!

Masao Nakata thought for a long time and finally decided that he must obey Kujo Miyakita's orders.

He ordered, "Everyone, get organized. We will go back immediately. Seal off the roads around Phoenix Mountain and Laoye Ridge and wait for reinforcements to arrive."

The staff officer at the side said worriedly: "But sir, our troops are seriously insufficient, and after the previous battle, morale is low. If we go back, I am afraid the casualties will be even greater, or even..."

The staff officer did not continue because he felt there was a risk of annihilation of the entire army.

Nakata Masao remained silent. He knew in his heart that the staff officer was right. But he dared not disobey Kujo Miyakita's order.

So he could only say: "The order of His Excellency Kujo is that if we don't return, all officers above the rank of lieutenant will commit seppuku. Do you understand?"

The whole place was silent at this time, because if all officers above the rank of lieutenant committed seppuku, then everyone present would die.

Therefore, they had no choice but to obey the order, regroup the troops, and reorganize the already chaotic troops.

Under the scolding of the Japanese officers, the Japanese puppet soldiers barely cheered up. They dragged their tired bodies to gather nearby and then were reorganized.

And the wounded could only be left where they were to fend for themselves.

At this time, there were no extra people to take care of them. Including military doctors and medical soldiers, they all had to follow Nakata Masao back to the previous camp.

At the same time, Duanwu was leading the black troops to clean up the battlefield, and sent people to contact Huofeng, asking them to take the opportunity to pass through the Japanese blockade.

But at this moment, the scout reported that the Japanese were back again.

Duanwu fell into thought.

Because logically, the Japanese had suffered such heavy losses and their morale was low, so they would definitely retreat and rest.

During this time, the black troops cleaned up the battlefield and relocated the villagers and arsenal of Phoenix City.

But I didn't expect the Japs to come back so soon.

But on second thought, it makes sense. Kujo Miyakita is a layman in combat command. He only focuses on results and doesn't care about the life and death of the troops on the front line.

As for why Duanwu did not continue to hunt down the Japanese invaders after they caused chaos, there was a reason for that.

Although the two surprise attacks on the Japanese camps caused huge casualties to the Japanese and puppet troops, the black troops still suffered heavy casualties.

In order to cause panic to the enemy, all the soldiers in black charged forward braving the enemy's bullets.

Even after being shot, some soldiers still forced themselves to charge forward until they killed or drove the Japanese away, and then they finally fell.

As a result, the casualties among the black troops would naturally be great, at least there would be casualties among the white people.

Therefore, the black troops also need urgent repair.

Besides, someone has to clean up the battlefield, otherwise, would so many weapons and equipment be left to the Japanese?

However, man proposes, God disposes. Kujo Gongbei's accidental order actually posed a big problem for Duanwu.

Because it is too late to retreat now.

Of course, it was not that the troops did not have time to retreat, but that when the Japanese came back, they found someone cleaning the battlefield and they would definitely discover that those who attacked them were people, not wronged ghosts.

So no matter what, Duanwu was exposed this time.

But it was no use thinking about it now. He immediately ordered to plant booby traps in the enemy camp and then quickly retreat.

As for those battlefields that have not been cleaned up in time, they can only be abandoned.

So under Duanwu's order, everyone evacuated quickly.

At the same time, the Japanese reconnaissance troops were quietly approaching their camp.

They were very afraid of the ghosts who had attacked them before, fearing that they were still alive, so they were extremely careful with every step they took.

And especially the Japanese sergeant who led the team, his rat eyes were rolling around.

But he forced himself to remain calm and whispered to the reconnaissance team to stay alert.

But he did not mention the matter of the wronged souls again.

Because even he felt fear from the wronged spirits, let alone the other devils.

As the distance shortened, the scene inside the camp gradually became clearer.

At the edge of the camp, broken Japanese flags and discarded weapons were scattered around.

They looked particularly desolate in the faint moonlight.

The fire caused by the explosion of the armory in the camp had not yet been completely extinguished. A few scattered flames were jumping in the ruins, reflecting the blood and corpses around them.

The bodies of the devils were lying all over the ground.

Some were so disfigured that they were difficult to identify; others were curled up in a ball, still holding weapons in their hands, as if they were still putting up a futile resistance at the last moment of their lives.

Bright red blood flowed out from under the corpses, gathering into small streams and slowly flowing to their feet.

In the center of the camp, a makeshift command post had collapsed, and scattered documents and maps covered in dirt and blood could be vaguely seen next to the military tents.

The Japanese soldiers in the reconnaissance team were still frightened when they saw the empty camp.

The Japanese sergeant leading the team had a livid face, his eyes flickering with anxiety in the firelight. He cursed under his breath, trying to cover up his inner fear with anger.

"Go in and take a look!"

The Japanese sergeant urged the vanguard to go into the camp and take a look.

Although the vanguard was frightened to the point of sending chills down his spine, he had no choice but to move forward with his bow legs, which were less than 70 centimeters long.

The Japanese vanguard stepped into the camp cautiously, and every step felt like walking on the edge of a knife.

His heart was beating like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat. He bravely walked towards the two colleagues piled together, hoping that there were still people alive in the camp so that he could ask what happened after they left.

"Are you still alive?"

The Japanese leader asked as he carefully and slowly reached out his hand, placed it on the Japanese corpse and turned it over.

But he didn't expect that at this moment, a faint smell of gunpowder seeped into his nostrils.

This was the smell of burning gunpowder, and he was very familiar with it.

He didn't know where the smell came from, but suddenly a horrible thought flashed through his mind - a booby trap!

"Run! Booby trap!"

The Japanese vanguard's voice became shrill with fear, and he leaped back instinctively, but it was too late.

Just as he screamed, the booby trap suddenly burst into a dazzling light and a deafening explosion.

Flames shot up into the sky, tearing the night into pieces. The powerful shock wave threw the vanguard into the air like a kite with a broken string.

At the same time, the two companions beside the leading soldier were not spared. They were also blown away by the detonated booby trap.

The fragments of the explosion cut their bodies like sharp blades. Their bodies were riddled with holes and blood was flowing all over the place while they were still in mid-air.

So after they fell heavily to the ground, they soon became new members among them like the corpses around them!

(End of this chapter)