I really came here to fight against Japan

As a ray of light flashed in the distant sky, the sky over the grassland finally brightened.

And those ferocious prairie wolves harassed them all night.

I don't know when it started, but it has disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for the corpses of the wolves and the people on the ground, everyone would have thought that all this was unreal.

Looking at the slowly rising sun, the Japanese soldiers all felt as if they had survived a disaster.

They began to cheer in the camp, feeling lucky that they could still see the sun.

Division Commander Inoue: “Order the 1st Regiment of the 1st Brigade to send out a squad of soldiers.

Give them three cars and go to the temporary camp on the grassland...

If there are still wounded soldiers there, send them back to Baotou first.

The remaining soldiers of the 1st Regiment were responsible for guarding and cleaning up the bodies.

The rest of the troops can go to sleep first. Today's mopping-up operation is cancelled."

Now Inoue is unsure, seeing how crazy the wolves were last night.

Those soldiers who stayed in the camp last night are probably in danger!

It seems that there is no way to carry out the original mopping-up plan for today.

One was that the soldiers of his division were very tired after a night of fighting.

One was a soldier in their division who suffered a serious psychological blow.

He watched as his fellow countrymen, with whom he had lived day and night, were torn to pieces and eaten by prairie wolves.

This kind of severe psychological discomfort may drive one crazy just because of a gunshot.

Moreover, his chief of staff had just secretly told him that the troops had suffered heavy losses.

Because the prairie wolves were so crazy last night, the casualties caused to the troops reached more than a thousand people.

If the more than 500 wounded soldiers on the grassland were included, there would only be more than 14,000 people left in his division.

This also includes more than 2,000 non-combat personnel, such as division headquarters, brigade headquarters, and logistics.

Just when Division Commander Inoue was worried, the soldiers of that squad had already arrived at the camp on the grassland.

It's so miserable. This camp kissed by the prairie wolves is so miserable. It is simply a cruel hell on earth.

The ground was littered with the broken bodies of Japanese soldiers, as well as prairie wolves that had been shot to death, their bodies seemingly not yet completely cold.

Many jars containing the ashes of Japanese soldiers were smashed.

The ashes were scattered all over the ground along with the blood, and had long since blended into the grassland, becoming their nutrients.

The closer the rescue team members got to the center of the camp, the colder they felt in their hearts.

They could all see the strips of cloth all over the floor; those were bandages from the wounded.

Now the owners of these bandages have probably left this world, or are perhaps in the stomach of a prairie wolf.

"Captain, please come over here and take a look. There are still living soldiers here."

The team leader knew there were still people alive here, so he ran there quickly.

It was an area of ​​about 30 square meters, surrounded by the corpses of Japanese soldiers and prairie wolves.

This "circle" is about two meters high, and outside the "circle", there is obviously a larger defensive position.

It was obvious that they failed to defend the perimeter and could only shrink their positions to save their lives.

Looking at the two-meter-high mountain of corpses, he wondered what kind of disaster had happened yesterday.

When he and his men climbed up the corpses, they saw the hellish scene inside.

Several of their squad leader's soldiers couldn't help but vomit.

The scene seen by the team leader: (Over 120 words are omitted here, congratulations to the grassland wolf and the victory of the Anti-Japanese War)...

A soldier: "Captain, look, there is another person alive here. He seems to be from the squadron left behind in the camp, Captain Akita."

"Pull him up quickly and see if there are any living people in the camp."

Captain Akita was pulled up, and he didn't say anything after drinking a few sips of water.

He just looked at the blue sky with his empty eyes without saying a word.

The rescue team leader thought: It's over, it looks like this Akita has gone mad.

How much of a shock did he and his team of soldiers suffer yesterday to become like this?

The team leader had Akita lifted onto the truck and had the truck driver send him back to Baotou for treatment.

He immediately sent a telegram to the regiment headquarters, preparing to report the situation here to his regiment commander.

“Swish, whoosh…”

The sudden voice made the captain's face change color.

This is the sound of a small cannon firing. How could a small cannon be fired?

You have to know that this is an endless prairie, and in March, the grass has not yet grown.

If someone was ambushing them here, they would be able to spot the hidden enemy from a few hundred meters away.

Unless... the enemy who ambushed them was hiding among the corpses before them.

Sure enough, after the grenades were fired, bullets shot out from the corpses around them.

The team leader had very high military qualities. He did not lie down on the spot, nor did he jump into the "pile of corpses".

Instead, he turned around and ran desperately towards the truck heading back to Baotou.

The glass in the car was broken and the Japanese driver was hit in the head by a bullet.

At this time, the truck did not stop because of the driver's death.

On the contrary, because the driver's foot was still on the accelerator, the car was moving forward crookedly.

The squad leader rushed onto the running board of the truck and pulled the driver, who had been beaten to death, off the truck.

The team leader sat in the cab, restarted the truck and drove away. The whole action was smooth and completed in one go.

After being hit by several bullets, the truck had already run away.

The Japanese soldiers who stayed behind were not so lucky.

As grenades and bullets attacked, the Japanese soldiers looked for cover and lay down.

They had already been killed by bullets fired from all directions.

The enemies who attacked them threw more than a dozen grenades directly into the pile of corpses.

The Japanese who jumped into the pile of corpses to hide were directly killed by the grenade.

Three minutes later, a company of soldiers crawled out from under the corpses around them.

"This place is too filthy, it's really a sea of ​​blood and corpses.

Luckily we all brought raincoats with us, otherwise the clothes we were wearing would have to be burned if not thrown away."

"Platoon leader, please stop talking. The smell here is so bad that you might not be able to eat."

The platoon leader said: "Yes, Captain! I will definitely talk less and do more. I will definitely..."

Company Commander: Well, I'll just say it for nothing. It's not easy to shut up this chatterbox.

The soldiers in this company were from the Sixth Guerrilla Division, the search company of the division headquarters.

Their 6th Guerrilla Division and Cavalry Division troops were ready to annihilate the 77th Division last night.

Since the guerrilla division was mainly composed of infantry, they really could not make it to the Wild Wolf Valley.

Therefore, Qin Haichuan decided to postpone the operation of annihilating the 77th Division until the next day.

What they didn't expect was that the Mongolian steppe wolf took the lead.

Looking at the endless stream of prairie wolves, they were all gathering towards the Wild Wolf Valley regardless of anything.

The guerrilla division's troops were also frightened and quickly set up defenses on the spot.

If they really had a big fight with the Prairie Wolves, the sound of gunfire would scare away the 77th Division.

They could only wait until the next morning, when the Steppe Wolves had withdrawn, before they dared to continue to encircle the 77th Division.