This killer star of the War of Resistance Against Japan was only 9 years old.

Chapter 440 The Tragic Death of Yoshimi Otamura

At this moment, Yoshio Otamura was completely ignoring the injury on his calf.

Despite the intense pain in his calf, Yoshitaka Ota struggled to his feet and painstakingly moved the flagpole that had hit his calf away.

He then staggered to his feet.

After getting up, Yoshimi Ota first checked the condition of his three companions at his feet. He found that the two staff officers and the Japanese guard had been riddled with shrapnel and were lifeless.

Then he turned to look at the rear of the division.

Based on his experience, the shell that hit the temporary command post was clearly fired from the rear of his own division.

A hypothesis began to surface in his mind.

He felt that the shell was very likely fired by his own people.

Once the idea popped into Yoshimi Otamura's mind, it wouldn't leave him.

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and I became increasingly certain of my guess.

Otherwise, he really couldn't explain why these shells were being fired from behind.

After thinking it all through, Yoshiyuki Otamura was suddenly filled with a raging fire of anger.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he burst out with a curse.

"Baka yarou! These artillery idiots, are they scared out of their wits by the enemy's shells? How come the shells are hitting their own men?"

After uttering those words, Yoshimi Otamura not only failed to calm down, but became even angrier.

The thought that he hadn't been hit by enemy artillery fire yet, but had almost died from his own side's artillery fire, was unbearable.

Growing increasingly angry, Yoshitaka Otamura kicked the broken flagpole beside him.

As a result, the wound on his calf was accidentally aggravated, and Yoshitaka Otamura grimaced in pain.

I gasped in shock.

"Hiss... Baka!!!"

Then he plopped down in the charred but still warm shell crater.

But Yoshiya Otamura only paused for a moment before quickly getting up.

After all, this was not a good location. All he could see were dense shell craters, the mangled remains of Imperial soldiers, and broken weapons and equipment.

After surveying his surroundings and confirming that no shells were falling within a 100-meter radius, he prepared to personally go to the position of his own artillery emplacement behind the emplacement.

Go and remind those wretched swine that the shells missed their mark, and at the same time prepare to direct those idiots to counterattack the enemy's artillery positions.

As long as we can destroy the enemy's artillery positions.

They might not necessarily lose this battle.

Thinking of this, Yoshio Otamura disregarded the excruciating pain in his calves.

He limped out of the shell crater, preparing to head to the artillery position behind.

But as soon as Yoshimi Otamura climbed out of the shell crater, his ears, which were already ringing from the shock, heard an even more piercing whistling sound of shells, which rapidly amplified in his ears.

This sent a shiver down Otamura Yoshi's spine as he crawled out of the shell crater, a sense of foreboding rising within him. At the same time, he shakily raised his head.

As soon as Yoshiyuki Otamura looked up at the top of his head, he saw three black dots that were constantly enlarging in his eye sockets.

Upon witnessing this scene, Yoshimi Otamura's pupils visibly contracted.

His trembling lips seemed to want to say something.

But by this time, the three black dots in the sky were clearly visible, and these three black dots were three shells of different calibers.

Not only are the diameters different, but the styles and sizes are also different.

The seasoned veteran Yoshitaka Otamura was even able to recognize one of the shells as a shell from the Type 92 infantry gun produced by their empire.

As the sharp whistling sound grew closer, Yoshitaka Otamura was filled with despair; those three black dots sounded like the approaching footsteps of death.

It looked like it was about to crash into Yoshimi Otamura.

At that moment, Yoshimi Otamura finally managed to utter a sentence from his trembling mouth.

"Bagaya Road!!"

As soon as Yoshimi Otamura finished speaking...

In the blink of an eye, he was hit by three shells at the same time.

The first shell slammed down from above and exploded beside him. The powerful impact instantly tore his left arm off at the root, and the severed arm, along with pieces of flesh, flew into the air.

Almost at the same moment, a second shell struck him squarely in the abdomen, bursting into flames. His body was pierced, his spine shattered, and a huge, bloody hole was torn open by the shell.

The fragments inside his body, like shattered tempered glass, were scattered by the blast wave and splashed onto the surrounding land.

The last shell, the largest caliber one, struck him squarely on the head. Its terrifying kinetic energy smashed Otamura Yoshi into a bloody mist. Before he even hit the ground, he was incinerated by the intense heat of the subsequent explosion.

All that remained was a blurry pool of blood mixed with mud, a testament to Yoshimi Otamura's brief existence in this world.

For the next 30 minutes or so, the Japanese soldiers of the 1st and 2nd Divisions suffered a living hell.

Of the more than 25,000 Japanese soldiers, a considerable number were blown to pieces.

Limbs and fragments flew everywhere. The desperate screams of the Japanese soldiers blended into one.

With Li Tian and his team's accurate reporting, the Japanese soldiers were bombarded by artillery shells fired by the New First Division no matter where they fled.

Some Japanese soldiers even collapsed and knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky.

He watched helplessly as his body was engulfed by the flames of the explosion.

Meanwhile, many more Japanese soldiers looked up at the sky and let out desperate screams and cries of pain that echoed through the heavens.

At times, it even faintly drowned out the sound of the artillery shells exploding.

Meanwhile, Bai Luo had already ceased shelling and also moved the medium-heavy artillery positions into his personal space.

The reason is simple.

The radar in his mind had already displayed numerous markings of Japanese soldiers.

They have already rushed into the closest range of his artillery.

This forced Bai Luo to stop shelling and instead bring out Sha Niu's Gatling gun.

He took out three 2000-round ammunition belt backpacks from his personal space.

Bai Luo put one of the single-chain backpacks on her back.

After attaching the ammunition belt to the Gatling gun in his hand, Bai Luo stood casually at the entrance of the Japanese field hospital.

"Hayaku, hayaku".

Bai Luo had just reached the entrance of the Japanese field hospital carrying two bullet-chain backpacks when he heard a Japanese voice.

At this moment, Bai Luo could see no fewer than 500 Japanese remnants in his line of sight.

Moreover, most of them were wounded, and many Japanese soldiers were missing limbs and were being helped by their comrades as they rushed toward the field hospital where Bai Luo was located.

Bai Luo had already pressed the fire button on the Gatling gun in his hand.

"Buzzing..."

The distinctive sound of the Gatling gun began to ring out.

The fired bullets caused the Japanese soldiers rushing towards the hospital to fall to their deaths.

The Japanese major who gave the order was staring in disbelief at the more than ten bloody holes gushing from his body.

In less than three seconds, the Japanese major lost his breath and collapsed into the frozen ground in front of him, motionless.