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"Second charge! If we fail to take the position this time, everyone will commit seppuku!"

More intense shelling began.

Dozens of Type 92 infantry guns were lined up in a row, and shells rained down on the Eighth Route Army's front-line positions.

Soil, stones, and broken tree branches flew everywhere, and the entire position was engulfed by thick smoke and raging fire, resembling a living hell.

This time, the Japanese artillery bombarded the area for a full half hour.

The original simple adobe fortifications were turned over again and again, the trenches were bombed beyond recognition, and even the hard loess soil was plowed into soft, loose soil by artillery shells.

"Cease fire! Infantry charge!"

Kawabe Shozo put down his binoculars, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

In his view, after such a fierce bombardment, even if there were any survivors on the position, they would have been stunned long ago.

Thousands of Japanese soldiers, carrying Type 38 rifles with bayonets fixed, emerged from the starting position.

This time they learned their lesson and no longer crowded into dense formations. Instead, they dispersed into loose skirmish lines, crouching low and advancing cautiously.

Their footsteps were light, their eyes fixed on the position ahead, their fingers on the triggers, ready to fire at any moment.

But just as they rushed to within a hundred meters of the position, something unexpected happened.

Suddenly, countless heads popped out of the once silent trenches.

"beat!"

With a roar from the brigade commander of the Jinbei Brigade, countless bullets shot out from the smoke.

The Type 56 assault rifle spewed out dense tongues of fire, reaping the lives of the Japanese soldiers like the scythe of death.

The dozen or so Japanese soldiers at the front fell straight down without uttering a sound.

"Machine gun! Set up the machine gun!"

The Japanese squad leader shouted at the top of his lungs.

Several Japanese soldiers hurriedly set up their Type 92 heavy machine guns, and just as they were about to fire, a 40mm rocket with a trail of flame hit its target precisely.

"Boom!"

The heavy machine gun, along with the three Japanese gunners, was instantly blown to pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third rockets were launched in succession.

The Japanese mortar positions and grenade launcher units were knocked out one after another.

In just one minute, all of the Japanese heavy firepower points were destroyed.

The charging Japanese soldiers were instantly thrown into disarray.

The second charge was repelled once again.

The Japanese left behind more than 500 corpses.

Kawabe Masazo's eyes turned red.

How could that be?

How could the Eighth Route Army not have been able to take the position without deploying aircraft or tanks?

He's starting to wonder if he's still half asleep!

Didn't we say before that the Eighth Route Army relied on airplanes and tanks to defeat the First Army?

But they haven't deployed any planes or tanks yet, have they?

"Shinotsuka Kazuo, you fucking lied about military intelligence!"

The Eighth Route Army's fighting strength doesn't rely on armor and firepower; they are also capable of head-on confrontations!

Just as He Bisan was hesitating whether to launch a third charge or adjust his strategy, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

This time, the Eighth Route Army rushed out!

"Kill them! Avenge our fellow villagers!"

"Avenge our fallen brothers!"

"You damned Japanese devils, today you won't leave alive!"

The soldiers roared and brandished their bayonets as they charged at the Japanese soldiers.

Their eyes burned with the flames of revenge.

Over the years, the Japanese invaders burned, killed, and looted in northern Shanxi, killing countless villagers and brothers.

Today, all hatred will be settled with these bayonets!

More than a dozen 107mm rocket launchers opened fire again, unleashing a barrage of projectiles.

He unleashed a perfect barrage of comments featuring Xu Jin.

The shells exploded one after another fifty meters in front of the Japanese troops, forming a wall of fire that continued to advance.

The scalding shrapnel and shockwaves blasted the Japanese soldiers hiding in the crater to pieces.

Wherever the firewall went, the Eighth Route Army soldiers followed.

The Japanese soldiers had no chance to look up; they could only cover their heads and flee in a sorry state amidst the sea of ​​fire.

"Baka! They actually dared to launch a preemptive attack?"

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his eyes were red.

"This is outrageous! Fix bayonets! Everyone fix bayonets! Fight them!"

"I refuse to believe that the samurai of our Great Japanese Empire can't defeat these bunch of guerrillas!"

"Fix bayonets!"

"Black card fraud, behead it!"

The Japanese soldiers fixed bayonets and charged forward with gritted teeth.

They firmly believed that bayonet fighting was a unique skill of the soldiers of the Imperial Japanese Army, an honor etched into their very bones.

For the past ten years or so, they have relied on this skill to defeat all the Chinese armies.

But this time, they were wrong.

That's completely wrong.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers, holding the same Type 38 rifles, had eyes that were even fiercer and more determined than theirs.

"Fix bayonets!"

"Damn Japanese devils! Do you remember Wangjiatun three years ago?"

An old soldier with a face full of scars roared and stabbed a Japanese soldier through the chest with a knife.

"My parents, my wife, and my children—you burned them all to death! Today, I will make you pay for this in blood!"

He suddenly pulled out his bayonet, and blood sprayed all over his face, but he didn't care. He turned around and pounced on another Japanese soldier.

"My brother died at your hands! Today I will avenge him!"

The young soldier, Little Stone, was only seventeen years old, but he was exceptionally brave.

He dodged the Japanese soldier's bayonet, then swung his sword back and slashed at the soldier's neck.

"For the sake of our fellow villagers! Kill!"

"For our fallen brothers! Kill!"

The roars echoed through the valley.

The soldiers brandished their bayonets and charged into the Japanese ranks like a pack of tigers descending from the mountain.

Their movements were clean and efficient, each strike aimed directly at a vital point.

Some soldiers, after being stabbed in the arm by Japanese bayonets, would grab the enemy with their other hand and bite through his throat; others, surrounded by three Japanese soldiers, would detonate the grenades on their bodies and perish together with the enemy.

The Japanese soldiers were completely dumbfounded.

They had never seen such a fearless army, nor such fierce bayonets.

Many of the opposing warriors were thinking of taking everyone down with them, believing that killing one would be enough, and killing two would be a bonus.

It's a fighting style that completely disregards life and death!

The Japanese troops in eastern Inner Mongolia panicked!

They've fought Chinese troops with bayonets before, but it wasn't like this, was it?

Were the troops we fought against before all fake?

Are the troops in Shanxi Province the real Chinese troops?

Kawabe Masazo panicked too!

To be honest, this was his first time fighting against this so-called Eighth Route Army soldier.

Previously, they had mostly fought against the Nationalist army, and occasionally encountered small groups of Eighth Route Army soldiers, but they couldn't cause much trouble.

Kawabe Masazo never expected that the Eighth Route Army was so different from the previous Nationalist Army!

You could even say they are two completely different units!

Just moments ago, Kawabe Masazo was cursing Shinotsuka Kazuo, but now, he actually seems to admire Shinotsuka Kazuo.

"So all these years, Shinotsuka's army has been fighting against units like this!"

"It must have been so hard for him!"

He looked at the fearless Eighth Route Army troops and his own troops who were being beaten so badly they couldn't even lift their heads.

He gritted his teeth and uttered two words that he had never spoken since entering the battlefield in China.

"Retreat!"