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  "Your Excellency, Major Nagano has fallen in battle. The enemy is about to break through our defenses and attack here." A Japanese officer with a bloody face rushed up and said anxiously.

  The squad leader of the devils couldn't help but punch a fist against the wall, and with an iron face, he turned his head around. The enemies in the village were already not far away, machine guns, rifles, and grenade launchers started firing towards this side, and in the explosion's firelight, he could even see the shadows of the enemy running on the streets.

  To the south, even more intense gunfire erupted, and friendly forces received a telegram, beginning to launch a fierce rescue attack on themselves. But was there still time? The eyes of the Japanese squadron leader revealed a dim expression, then glared with ferocity again. To die for one's country, to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor, this is one's own glory. Now, it was time to rouse the spirit of Bushido and engage in a bloody battle with the enemy until the very last moment.

  Meng You Tian listened intently to the more intense gunfire and cannon explosions coming from the south, feeling both worry and joy in his heart. He was worried that the blocking troops might not be able to withstand the attack of the large enemy forces, and win time to eliminate the devils in the village; he was happy that the devils had launched an attack at this moment, indicating that the devils in the village were already in a precarious situation and were seeking help.

  It was too late, for the surrounded Japanese army, let alone holding out for a night, the battle had only been going on for an hour, and both north and south directions had already been breached by the enemy, with personnel still pouring in, compressing their defensive positions. The fierce fighting around houses, courtyards, broken walls, and rubble, but the defense system had already been torn apart, and the defending troops were in a difficult situation of fighting separately under the attack of the superior enemy.

  As the headquarters, Li's big yard was also subjected to the Eighth Route Army's focused siege, with troops constantly inserting and rushing to rescue the devils in the yard, engaging in fierce fighting. The sound of guns, cannons, and shouts could be heard clearly in the yard.

  "I apologize for underestimating the enemy's situation, being remiss in many matters, and making improper dispositions, which led to our defeat... Currently, our army has been divided and surrounded, with fierce fighting outside the command center. I must fight to the death, as is the duty of a warrior. Let us raise the great spirit of Tahei, and be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. I hope you will all learn from this lesson, and gain an advantage in future battles. The war is not yet over. There will come a day when we can report our loyalty to the country. Farewell, with many regrets."

  The company commander of the devils tightly grasped the hilt of his command knife. He dictated a final telegram to the telegraph operator, then gave orders to destroy the radio station, burn documents, and prepare for a final bloody fight.

  Boom, boom, boom... Continuous explosions came from the southeast corner of the yard, and the Eighth Route Army blasted a gap in the wall and rushed in.

  In the hazy night, with the flash of explosions, the Japanese platoon leader could already vaguely see the enemy's figure. Except for a few bodyguards, he had no more troops to dispatch. More than a dozen wounded Japanese soldiers stopped groaning, some sitting or standing, gritting their teeth and enduring the pain. They looked at their superior, holding hand grenades and waiting for their final moment.

  "Gentlemen, let us devote our flesh and blood to His Majesty the Emperor, for the last battle of honor for the Imperial Army!" The devil captain drew his command sword, pointed it at the bloody battlefield, and led the guards in a fierce charge. As they charged, they shouted "Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

  "Charge! Charge!" The wounded Japanese soldiers who could move, limped and howled as they followed their officers forward.

  "Banzai, banzai!" The heavily wounded devils crazily wailed, pulled the safety pin of the grenade, hit the detonator on the helmet or ground, and tightly covered their chest, waiting for the moment when flesh and blood would fly everywhere.

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  Gun smoke still lingered in the air, Wang Dashan and Fang Guobin trampled over the rubble and bloodstains, entering the village under the protection of the guards. The devils were still desperately resisting in a small number of courtyards, houses, broken walls, and the tenacity of the warriors was nauseating.

  The Jiyou detachment and a battalion of the county regiment have arrived, carrying bodies and rescuing the wounded amidst the sound of gunfire.

  The casualties are not small, Wang Dashan frowned, this is still a good result with a local guide and a successful sneak attack. If it was a strong attack, whether they could have charged into the village at this time is uncertain, and the casualties would also be several times higher.

  The Li family's large courtyard house collapsed, the walls were broken and tattered, and it was no longer its former self. Busy people came in and out, either carrying or lifting things, and didn't even have time to greet Wang Dashan and Fang Guobin.

  The courtyard was littered with broken bricks and wood, bloodstained limbs were everywhere, the last battlefield was brutal and bloody. The corpses in two-color military uniforms were stacked together in a small area, leaving no room to step on. Some personnel from the Jiyun and County teams were separating the entangled bodies, searching for surviving soldiers.

  The fallen Eighth Route Army soldiers were carefully placed to one side, already lined up in a row. Although they had sacrificed their lives, the personnel who collected and arranged them still moved with gentle hands and feet, as if afraid of waking them from their deep sleep. Tears streamed down some people's faces.

  "Wait." Wang Dashan's gaze suddenly stopped on a corpse, this little warrior had several bullet holes on his body, with half an ear still in his mouth, eyes wide open in anger, arms bent and stretched out, still maintaining the posture of strangling the enemy to death.

  A young life was thus sacrificed on the battlefield of defending against foreign enemies. Wang Dashan squatted down, gently closed the eyes of the martyr, untied the gun rope tied around his neck, held the blood-stained rifle in his hand, and stood up to pay a solemn military salute.

  After the passion and enthusiasm are gone, what's left is only sorrowful and painful memories. Moreover, in the days to come, this kind of sorrow and pain will keep emerging.

  But war doesn't need tears, especially for regular troops. Not being cruel and ruthless, but having seen life and death, they already have a heart of steel, only with brief sadness, and will soon turn sorrow into hatred, venting it on the enemy on the battlefield. Almost all troops in war are like this, without soldiers and teams who frown and cry all day.

  The sound of gunfire in Shili Village gradually subsided, and the telegraph had been interrupted, foreshadowing that the besieged troops were doomed. In such a short period of time, not only did the devils who were attacking to relieve the siege feel surprised and shocked, but even the Eighth Route Army's blocking troops found it hard to believe. Originally, they had expected to fight a big battle for half the night, but now the fighting was over in less than three hours, and they could focus on dealing with the devils' attack.

  Meng You Tian stood at the edge of the willow forest, gazing far away at the village that had almost no intact houses left, his emotions indescribable. The devils had been eliminated, he was delighted; but the original peaceful village had almost been flattened, which made him feel a bit depressed. However, he quickly gathered his emotions and, together with Qiang Zi, directed the basically assembled militia to boil water and cook food, taking care of batch after batch of wounded soldiers being carried down.

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