boom!

boom!

boom!

...

Hundreds of shells fell down, and the snow in this area instantly blossomed everywhere.

Although the Japanese soldiers were well-trained and avoided as early as possible, they still suffered heavy losses.

The first round of 100 artillery shots were fired, and more than 20 people were killed or injured.

Even if the rest of the people were not bombed, their brains were buzzing by the sound of shell explosions, and their brains could no longer give instructions to their limbs.

Yamamoto Kazuki himself also shocked the shells and was unable to think.

"Retreat..." Yamamoto Ichiki still decided to withdraw.

But it's not too late.

Because the second round of artillery bombardment is coming again.

boom!

boom!

boom!

...

Another hundred shells fell down, and the earth covered with holes bloomed everywhere again.

Another dozen people fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing the scene of heavy casualties among the agents, Yamamoto's eyes were full of tears.

He returned from studying in Country D and brought back special operations. He tried his best to lobby everywhere, hoping that someone could support him.

He ran into walls everywhere, suffered ridicule and expelled, and finally found a soulmate in the First Army.

General Shinozuka Yoshio helped him set up a special agent team, and he vowed to shut up all the doubts.

He wanted all the arrogant officers of the empire to see that special operations definitely have its strategic significance.

And now, the agents failed in the first battle.

Seeing the agents quickly deducting their troops, Yamamoto Ichiki was full of reluctance and anger.

His great ambitions cannot be realized. Not only does his special operations not prove their value, but they may also become a laughing stock in the mouths of imperial officers.

He disappointed General Yoshio Shinozuka, and he was ashamed of the Emperor!

boom!

boom!

boom!

...

Another round of cannon strikes came. This time, Yamamoto Kazuki no longer had to sigh that he could not show his ambitions.

A shell landed beside him and directly blew him into a sieve.

"Colonel!"

"Colonel!"

"Colonel!"

...

The agents shouted in grief.

Not far from Yamamoto Ichiki, the radio station soldiers wanted to generate a warning, but it was too late.

The radio soldiers and the radio were blown into pieces together, and blood and parts flew everywhere.

"Commander Bo, you have already fired ten rounds of artillery. Do you want to continue to make up a few rounds?" The artillery commander asked Bo Zuoyi.

"No need." Bo Zuoyi waved his hand. Although the Japanese soldiers were elite, they would never have missed such fierce artillery fire.

Bo Zuoyi waved his hand and ambushed the infantry in advance, and immediately stepped over to check the battlefield carefully.

The infantry went up, and there was still a sound of the Japanese soldiers' counterattack on the battlefield, but soon there was no movement.

"Commander Bo, all the Japanese have been eliminated." The infantry officer came over to report to Bo.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "How is your casualties?" Bo Zuoyi walked over and asked.

"Twenty-two people died." The infantry officer's tone was a little trembling. He was not afraid of Bo Zuoyi's reproaching him, but was surprised by the combat effectiveness of the remaining soldiers of the devils.

After being hit by thousands of shells, the Japanese soldier was not dead. This was a fucking miracle.

The troops leaned over carefully. Several wounded Japanese soldiers fought back with automatic firearms, and even killed twenty-two people. All of them were shot in the head, and all of them were killed with one shot. This was outrageous.

The infantry officers were thinking, what kind of Japanese are they? Why are they so powerful?

If they were not bombarded and each Japanese shot so accurately, if we fight them head-on, we might be slaughtered by them one side.

When the artillery commander beside Bo Zuoyi heard this, he was shocked: "No, he didn't kill all of them with thousands of shells, and even asked them to kill twenty-two of you?"

Bo Zuoyi said nothing, and accelerated his pace.

As expected, twenty-two corpses on our side were placed on the ground, and each of them was killed with one shot, and there was no one injured.

Obviously, like in the intelligence, all the gunshot techniques of this group of Japanese were selected from one in a hundred.

The bodies of the remaining Japanese soldiers had been sieve to vent their anger by the soldiers.

Most of the corpses of the Japanese are incomplete.

None of the entire Yamamoto special forces survived and were wiped out!

Hirosaki took the command knife handed him to him by the soldiers, Yamamoto Ichiki's command knife.

"Send someone to ride a horse and notify Chief Yan that I have eliminated the Japanese special forces and have not let anyone escape!" Bo Zuoyi took the command knife and walked away from here. "After taking photos of the scene, washing the photos, send them to Chief Yan as quickly as possible."

Yamamoto Ichiki was killed, and next, he had to get the large army of the three Japanese divisions.
Chapter completed!