I really came here to fight against Japan

Chapter 587: The Feast of the Prairie Wolves (Part ) On the grassland, the Japanese soldiers who were resting on the spot had fallen asleep.

Since all the wounded soldiers have been gathered here, there are enough tents.

In order to avoid being discovered by the enemy in the wild, they didn't even light a fire.

Of course, if someone attacked them, they couldn't light a fire.

Otherwise, they would all become living targets in the dark night and be eliminated one by one by unknown enemies.

Although they did not believe that there were any Chinese troops who would dare to cause trouble for them, after all, they were the ones who carried out the raids.

They were the elite troops of the Kwantung Army, and the necessary patrols were arranged very properly.

Today, as a sentinel, Osamu Ono always felt uneasy in his heart.

He also participated in the massacre of those "rebels" today with his squadron.

As a new recruit, he didn't want to be looked down upon by the veterans.

He also followed other veterans and walked forward, stabbing the soldiers from the Peninsula with their bayonets, to send them off for the final time.

As a new recruit, he was praised by his squad leader for his bravery.

But today, he stabbed the soldiers with his bayonet who were wearing the same uniform as him.

Even his team leader told him that those who were killed were all despicable people.

Osamu Ono still felt that there was something in his body that he couldn't let go of and he needed to vent it.

He monitored the situation around him anxiously, and from time to time he looked up at the sky and then into the depths of the grassland.

The weather seemed to be a little clearer. Although we couldn't see the moon today, the stars in the sky began to show up.

As the son of a fisherman in Hokkaido, the starry sky reminded him of the wild evenings on the sea in his hometown.

He looked up at the stars in the sky and then at the stars on the grassland.

Sure enough, the stars in the sky and on the grassland are different.

The bright stars scattered in the sky are all sparkling.

But the stars on the grassland are all in pairs of lush green, without any beauty at all.

Wait, something seems wrong. Why are there stars on this grassland?

Could these "stars" be the wild wolves on the grassland that the old soldiers talked about...

He looked at the "stars" that were gradually approaching him, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He wanted to shout but couldn't.

He really wanted to load the Type 38 rifle in his hand.

But he was so extremely frightened that he couldn't pull the bolt of his gun.

Ono suddenly felt that someone was patting his shoulder.

He thought it was the sentry who came to relieve the guard and was calling him, so he turned around quickly to tell the other party about the danger.

Ono's head had just turned halfway when he was stopped by the "bad breath" behind him.

Then he opened his eyes wide. The "person" who took the photo of him was not a soldier from their team.

It was a steaming wolf's head with its bloody mouth already opened wide.

He bit down on Ono's throat which was tilted to the side.

There was a "click" sound, and blood spurted out from Ono's broken throat.

Ono was not a qualified sentinel, but he failed to provide timely warning.

But his bulky body falling to the ground still alerted the other sentries.

"Baga, Xiao Ye, what are you talking about...enemy attack..."

Then came the sound of gunfire, the dying cries of prairie wolves, and the howlings of humans in pain and fear.

A sudden scene of Chinese grassland wolves fighting against Japanese devils.

Under the cover of the black night, it unfolded vigorously.

The Japs' vision was obstructed in the dark.

The soldiers of the Second Brigade were equipped with modern thermal weapons.

On the contrary, they are not as good as those prairie wolves, which are naturally flexible and strange means of attack.

There were always lone Japanese soldiers who were knocked down by the wolves, rolled over and slowly died.

The squadron leader left behind by the Japanese army finally gathered more than a hundred people and set up a circular position.

"Bagayalu, where are our machine guns? Set them up."

Machine Gunner: "Captain, we only have two light machine guns with us, and we only have 500 rounds of ammunition left."

Squadron Leader: "All riflemen, put on bayonets, and save bullets.

Those with pistols should guard the inner circle, pay attention to the wolves that rush in, and eliminate them in time. "

This is not because the officers with pistols are afraid of death, so they are allowed to stay inside and hide.

This is because they lack automatic weapons, and if the wolves rush into the circle, it will be difficult for the riflemen to turn around and deal with them.

Then this defense circle would be destroyed and none of them would survive.

Squadron Leader: "Where is the telegraph soldier? Ask him to tell the captain...

Oh no, let's send a telegram to the commander of the wing and ask him to send troops back as soon as possible."

At this moment, no one responded to his order, and everyone's eyes were fixed on a tent in the distance.

The brazier in the tent had been knocked over, and everyone could clearly see what was happening inside through the shadow on the tent.

Two wolf-like creatures were tearing the body of a Japanese soldier.

And something that looked like a radio was knocked over by them and fell to the ground, and it made a sound of breaking.

From several tents nearby, there were also screams and the howling of wolves.

The sound of the wild wolf chewing its muscles made the Japanese squadron leader vomit uncontrollably.

There were hundreds of prairie wolves rushing into their camp.

It's all over. It's so miserable for those seriously injured soldiers who have difficulty moving.

They must have all been killed by wolves, and probably all died.

Fortunately, the telegraph operator gave the squadron leader a hint, and he immediately shouted loudly.

"Light a fire, light everything that can be lit, and use the torches to drive away the wolves."

They set fire to everything that could be burned, including the weeds, tents and car frames.

Even the buttstocks of the Type 38 rifles that had been blown up were used as torches and set on fire.

Soldiers kept escaping into the circle of fire. Fortunately, those soldiers who survived were all relatively agile.

They formed a circle, taking advantage of their low body position.

Using the length of the Type 38 rifle and the bayonet, he kept picking off the prairie wolves that were charging upwards, killing them and then throwing them out.

If you get tired of using the bayonet, just fire a few shots, alternating between using bullets and bayonet.

They could only hold on on their own. There was no need to think about the support from the main force of the division in Wild Wolf Valley.

Because they had already heard even more intense gunfire coming from the Wild Wolf Valley than here.

They all knew that the main force of the 77th Division should have also encountered attacks from these prairie wolves.

They could conclude that it was definitely not the Chinese army that was attacking them.

If it was the Wild Wolf Valley, it was a surprise attack launched by the Chinese army.

These wild wolves would not come to the grassland to attack them as they had long been scared away by the Chinese army.

He felt that the country that Japan was invading was simply incredible.

He felt that the Chinese anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians were becoming more and more determined in their resistance.

The remaining squadron leader was extremely puzzled. How come even the wild wolves in their territory had such strong anti-Japanese sentiments?

Now the more than one hundred people in their squadron can only hold on like this.

As long as they can hold on until dawn, or wait until those wild wolves... are full.

Maybe those wild wolves will retreat on their own.