Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

Originated from the tradition of the Nanshan Independence Army, officers who encounter tough battles will never hide behind soldiers, so the casualties of officers are relatively large, and because of this, the morale of soldiers has always been high. Immediately make up to command the battle to ensure that the team's combat effectiveness and cohesion remain intact.

"He Lianshan, Hu Zhankui, Li Simu!" ​​Yan Yi shouted awe-inspiringly, there was no time for him to think about the situation of the war.

"Here!" The three of them raised their chests in unison.

"Now I order to turn the team into four companies. Each of the four of us will lead a company. When the enemy is 30 meters away from the front, throw all the grenades after a three-second delay, and immediately launch a countercharge against the enemy. We must kill a large number of enemies. I'm afraid of them, so that they can no longer organize an attack before dark. As long as it is delayed until night, maybe we can last until tomorrow morning, because the devils are not good at night battles. The army commander will definitely know our situation and send Reinforcements come to rescue us, we will be saved by tomorrow morning!" Yan Yi said.

"Yes!" The three immediately raised their chests and legs, turned around and left quickly, then regrouped and distributed more than 100 AK47s to each company, forming four sharp knife platoons, and the last four unconscionable guns also retreated hundreds of meters Re-erect.

About a brigade of the Japanese army advanced quickly in the form of skirmishers to within 50 meters of the top of the hill. The hill that was full of clamor just now was completely silent, which made the Japanese army a little confused, and their steps became more and more heavy. The gun was pushed upwards carefully step by step.

The closer the soldiers got to the front, the more nervous the Japanese army captain Matsushita Lang Zhongzuo in the mountainside was, his eyes were fixed on the top of the mountain, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

He has seen the bravery of the soldiers on the mountain before. Although the imperial army has a multiple of their strength and has a strong artillery advantage, they have only advanced one kilometer in the past five hours, and the casualties have reached a terrifying thousand. For the rest, the division commander's order was to tear apart their defenses within an hour. Ayumi Kawasaki, the captain of the Kawasaki regiment, had already been scolded bloody, so he held on to his gun under the pressure.

Finally advancing to only 30 meters from the front, Matsushitaro swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and slowly drew out his command knife. He felt that the army on the mountain had retreated, or there was no movement, and the distance of 30 meters was just a blink of an eye. In the case of a huge disparity in troop strength, no commander would allow the opponent to advance to such a distance.

"Kill the chicken!" Matsushitaro raised his sharp command knife and howled, and the Japanese army swarmed up.

Suddenly, countless black spots flew out from the hillside, mixed with four giant artillery shells. Immediately, the sound of explosions was endless. The Japanese soldiers near the front were flying with blood, crying and howling. Four large fireballs exploded in the air, and the explosion area was never seen again. The imperial army that moved was all cut down, with bleeding spots all over their bodies, and their uniforms were instantly stained red.

In this raid, due to the remote distance, Matsushita Lang Zhongzuo survived. As soon as the explosion stopped, he immediately got up from the ground, shook his fat head and looked around. Fortunately, although the imperial army near the front had heavy casualties, the rear There was no sign of retreating in a panic, and they all crawled on the spot in an orderly manner.

Matsushita knew that the guns on the mountain were the last blow. At this point in the battle, the loss of logistical supplies and ammunition would be the biggest problem. The guns on the mountain were obviously fighting a trapped beast. With a chance to breathe, he raised his command knife and howled again, the imperial army got up from the ground one after another, raised their guns and rushed forward.

At the same time, screams of killing could be heard from the hillside, and countless soldiers rushed out of the bunker. The leaders armed with new-style submachine guns and Czech-style light machine guns rushed towards the imperial army with ferocious faces, firing continuously. The bullets shot out chains of fire, like sharp sickles crazily harvesting the soldiers of the imperial army, followed by the soldiers of the imperial army with shining bayonets, sparing no effort to stab the remaining soldiers of the imperial army.

"Countercharge!" Matsushitaro exclaimed. To launch a countercharge under such circumstances was undoubtedly beyond his expectations. This determination and courage made him feel chills from the bottom of his heart, but it was only for a moment. , He immediately suppressed the fear in his heart, waved his command knife and ordered the soldiers of the imperial army to charge decisively, he knew that at this time, there was no other way out except to fight desperately, once the troops were in chaos and retreated, the consequences would be a devastating blow.

In less than 5 minutes, the police rushed to the mountainside, and the roar of submachine guns finally gradually stopped until there was nothing. The two troops were completely strangled and engaged in a terrifying hand-to-hand combat.

The sounds of killing, shouting, bayonet piercing the flesh, laughter, and the interlacing sounds of cold weapons were mixed together. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a tragic bloody and tragic scene was performed.

Surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, Matsushitaro, who had been watching the battle outside, gradually relaxed, and even the corners of his mouth began to rise. After all, the imperial army had an absolute advantage in terms of strength. Four or 500 people were lost, but as the ammunition of the army ran out, the imperial army quickly suppressed its position and fought hard. The disadvantage suddenly became obvious, and more and more soldiers fell under the bayonets of the imperial army. I believe that before night, the imperial army will be able to wipe out this group of gangsters and win an unprecedented victory.

Suddenly, Matsushitaro's pupils shrank rapidly, and his breathing also became rapid. A dozen meters in front of him, a not tall general with a delicate face almost frail, waved a three-eight cover, Stabbing left and right, three imperial soldiers fell under his bayonet in an instant.

What made Matsushitaro's adrenal glands go up was not the bravery of the military officer, but the fact that he carried the rank of major general with the glittering gold stars on his shoulders. He had never won such a high-ranking enemy general in his record. He immediately realized that he The good luck came, and decisively launched an offensive gesture to the soldiers around him.

This person is none other than Yan Yi, the Major General of the Third Brigade. Although he is not tall and mighty, he runs like a rabbit and is as nimble as a snake. Desperate Saburo.

Yan Yi was so excited that he didn't notice that the guard had been entangled by the Japanese army, and the captain of the Japanese army, Matsushitaro, was rushing towards him viciously with a dozen devils.

Yan Yi once again stabbed the bayonet into the chest of a Japanese soldier, kicked the devil's body away, and pulled out the bayonet. The spray of blood splashed his eyes and face, and he quickly raised his hand, and his face suddenly changed. Turning red, the eyes that were trying to bulge made his originally handsome face look extraordinarily ferocious. At this moment, he glanced away, only to find that the surroundings were full of enemies who were staring at him, and they raised glaring bayonets at him.