Due to lack of physical strength, Takeshi Fujita was already at the back of the charge team before the fire from the opposite side came. However, he still failed to escape the intensive mortar bombardment from the opposite side. A shell exploded not far in front of him, knocking his
The adjutant and the guard took Sky with them, taking with them half of his leg.
The massive blood loss and the severe pain caused by the bloody broken leg made him fall into a semi-conscious state. He was unable to call for help or struggle. He could only half-lean on a small tree stump that was broken by the explosion, and he was unconscious.
In his eyes, he looked at the tongues of fire that were constantly shooting out of the darkness in front of him, as well as those figures that fell to the ground in groups.
He no longer had any illusions about the fate of all the Japanese troops in front and behind who were fleeing in panic.
He couldn't believe it at all. This was the cowardly Chinese army described by the arrogant and arrogant people in the military?
Since the beginning of the Songhu War, the performance of the Chinese army on the opposite side has completely subverted his inherent understanding. Their equipment, training, and tactics may not be as good as those of the Japanese army, but their courage, confidence, and tenacity are not bad at all, and they even have
Nothing less than that.
On the battlefield, he saw Chinese soldiers whose legs were blown off, who resolutely fired the grenades in their arms and died together with the imperial soldiers. He saw countless Chinese soldiers facing the constant spray of artillery and machine guns from tanks and armored vehicles.
, there is still the scene of people rushing up one after another with explosive bags, and the scene of several thousand people standing up after hundreds of them fell.
There is no end to the Chinese people, and China cannot be easily defeated.
And this powerful, well-equipped and well-trained Chinese army on the opposite side tonight shocked and puzzled him even more. They were also well-trained, and their collaborative combat capabilities even surpassed that of the imperial army. They were equipped with a large number of
A large number of artillery and a large number of automatic weapons, and being able to skillfully use and fully utilize the effects of these weapons is very terrifying.
Your possession of a certain piece of equipment and your ability to use it proficiently are completely different things. Just like the same rifle, its role in the hands of ordinary people and in the hands of a sharpshooter is completely different.
Fujita Takeshi is now convinced that this force is the mysterious Chinese force that the brigade commander mentioned, the force that caused the Huncheng 24th Brigade to suffer a lot in recent battles.
Now, they are here to end the final fate of the 24th Brigade.
What he didn't understand was how high the price was to train such a force, including the quality of soldiers, officers, and technical arms, countless training expenditures, the cultivation and training of tactical capabilities, and the coordination of arms.
Concepts, etc. If there are no leaders with modern military ideas and a sufficient number of instructors, you may not be able to do it even if you have money.
However, no one could answer Fujita Takeshi's puzzlement and confusion, and there was no time for him to think about it further. His increasingly weak body told him that his time was running out.
I don't know how long it took, but Fujita Takeshi, who was dying, saw the follow-up retreating troops arriving. He wanted to tell them that the passage ahead represented death. Now they should break up the team and break out from all directions. This might allow some officers and soldiers to rush in.
go out.
However, in his eyes that began to lose focus, the young captain of the 142nd Brigade, who respected him on the surface but always had a hint of disdain in his heart and eyes, just like his previous behavior, he pulled out his command knife and stood
The front of the team.
At this time, the people behind the captain were no longer the hundreds of elite Japanese infantrymen before, but more than a thousand confused-looking, exhausted engineers and artillerymen who had lost their artillery.
Fujita Takeshi wanted to call him and tell him what a formidable opponent the enemy in the darkness ahead was, but no sound could come out of his thirsty throat, only a faint breath coming from his chest.
In this way, with helpless eyes, he watched the captain and the remaining more than a thousand young imperial soldiers embark on the road of no return again.
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Takeshi Fujita of the 140th Brigade of the 24th Brigade of the Japanese Army breathed his last breath.
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The night of February 22, 1932 was destined to be a long night. The battle in the direction of Pengjiazhai was basically over. With the help of flares, the soldiers of the infantry company of the mercenary regiment left the trenches and searched forward as usual and replenished their guns.
.Although these young recruits experienced many battles within a few days, they were still shocked by so many densely packed corpses in this area.
Nearly two thousand Japanese soldiers fell on this fertile land, and the blood seeped into the earth, so much so that the solid military boots of the mercenary regiment infantry squeaked when they stepped on the ground, but they had basically adapted to the smell of blood on the battlefield.
Although some people still suffered from nausea and vomiting, this did not prevent them from taking off the epaulettes from the Japanese corpses and collecting weapons.
Zhou Wen sat on the sandbag beside the trench with a tired expression, staring at the stars in the night sky in a daze. Gao Xiaoshan and Miaohua next to him also did not speak. They both felt tired, not physically tired, but after wiping out two people.
The psychological exhaustion after killing a thousand enemies, or in other words, after wiping out more than two thousand lives.
They are all normal humans, they are not bloodthirsty beasts. Although they still have the joy and pride after winning the battle, it does not mean that they can feel happy from killing. Besides, tonight's battle can no longer be regarded as a battle.
The Japanese troops were like a numb group of zombies, lining up to die under bright flares. It was a complete one-sided massacre.
Zhou Wen just wanted to smoke a cigarette at this time. He had never smoked since time travel, but now he wanted to take a puff, hoping to use the nicotine deeply inhaled into his lungs to relieve his psychological discomfort.
The officers and soldiers on the rear artillery positions all caught up. They had only known how to shell hard before, but now they all wanted to see their own results. But they were also shocked by the scene in front of them. In these two or three square kilometers of wilderness, it was completely possible to use
Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood were used to describe it.
Even a person like Xu Dacheng, who was usually careless and careless, looked at the bloody scene in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
A voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere, "We didn't invite them here, they came to China to kill people."
Zhou Wen turned around and saw that it was Meng Yuting and Chen Wanli. Both of them had a determined light in their eyes. Meng Yuting raised his voice and repeated again: "We didn't invite them here. If we don't kill them, they will
He wants to kill us."
Zhou Wen finally woke up at this time. Fortunately, he was still a human being in two generations, and he actually started to behave like a woman. Are these people considered human beings? The atrocities they committed in this vast land of China a few years later were human beings.