These northwest men proved their bloody bravery in their first battle with foreign enemies, and also allowed the little devils to see what bloody hand-to-hand combat was for the first time. In front of the swords wielded by Chinese soldiers, their so-called Bushido seemed so insignificant.
ridiculous.
Captain Wang, covered in blood, gave the order to stop the pursuit and clean up the battlefield.
At this time, the Northwest men of the Northwest Army, who had proven their bravery and bloody spirit, still made a big mistake.
Because in front of me, in addition to the headless corpses of the Japanese, there were countless rifles, machine guns, and grenades lying on the bloody ground.
There were also bulging bullet bags, grenade bags, and backpacks that you could tell contained goodies on the corpses of the Japanese.
For the northwestern guys who only carry Hanyang-made rifles and old sleeves with almost worn rifling, a company with only two or three pitiful light machine guns, and a regiment that can't even afford a mortar, eyesight
It naturally glowed brightly.
These frightened men happily picked up the weapons that were scattered on the bloody ground but still emitted a faint light.
"This is a Little Japan 38 gun. It is very well maintained. The rifling looks like new. I keep it."
"Hey...who is that? Don't compete with me. You don't know how to use the Japanese crooked machine gun. I have used it before, so bring it over."
"Is this a grenade? We don't know how to use it! Company Commander Zhang, ask if any of the wounded in the Northeast Army know how to use it, and ask him to teach us how to use it. This thing is a good thing, equivalent to
It's a small mortar, don't break it."
"It's been fired, battalion commander, come and see, the little devil actually has more than 100 rounds of bullets on him. He's really a big dog."
Just when these Northwest Army soldiers were ecstatic and expressing their insights and surprises, "Boom! Boom!" A heart-stopping scream suddenly came from the sky.
"Hurry and take cover, the little devil is having sex..."
While screaming, Captain Wang, who personally cut off the heads of three Japanese soldiers in a hand-to-hand battle, his originally dark face suddenly turned white.
…
Half an hour later, Colonel Suzuki Ryo, who was listening to the report of the battle situation from the defeated Japanese captain, turned pale.
No one will be in a good mood when they see the duck flying away from their lips.
What's more, after a day of fierce fighting with the Chinese army, they only lost dozens of people and achieved the result of occupying various highlands in front of Xifengkou.
Unexpectedly, out of nowhere, a support force full of stupid young men suddenly showed up. They didn't even say hello, but just came up swinging big swords. Is there such a way to fight?
However, recalling those snowflake-like sword lights that almost filled his sight, Suzuki Ryo couldn't help but swallowed, and felt a cold sensation on his neck.
You must know that the Japanese army, whose militarism and bushido have been deeply ingrained in their bones, their greatest spiritual sustenance is not to be loyal to the emperor, but to be able to enter the temple in their hearts after death, which is the Yasukuni Shrine.
They firmly believe that as long as they uphold the Bushido and fight for the country after their death, their souls will be able to return to the Yasukuni Shrine and be worshiped by their families and people across the country, which is a high honor.
This kind of belief is not only reflected in soldiers, but most people in Japan are proud to be able to return to the Yasukuni Shrine. This kind of belief or spiritual sustenance means that Japanese devils are not afraid of death on the battlefield, and some fanatics even
He is also proud to die in battle.
When they treat Chinese soldiers and civilians, they often use brutal beheadings to show their bravery, but in fact they are covering up their biggest fears.
Because they themselves are very afraid of being beheaded, the beliefs passed down from their ancestors tell them that after a person is beheaded, his soul becomes a lonely ghost and can never find his way home.
If you think about it, your soul can't even find its way back to Japan, and even entering the Yasukuni Shrine is a luxury.
And since they regard entering the shrine to make offerings as more important than their lives, they naturally value their heads even more. It doesn't matter if they die, as long as their heads are not chopped off.
Therefore, the factor that made Ryo Suzuki feel a little melancholy and a bit chilly in his crotch was not just the jade fragments of more than 300 soldiers, but the heads of those jade fragments soldiers had been chopped off. This was what worried him most.
The place.
Just look at the faces of the retreating soldiers who are whiter than snowflakes, and even when they are sitting on the ground to rest, they pull back the helmets on their heads to cover the back of their necks, and you will know that these soldiers were once proud and proud of them.
The imperial warriors are afraid.
Yes, these Kumamoto Japanese soldiers with the title of "black skin, bright red blood", these Japanese soldiers who have never known fear and cowardice since they formed an army, and even regard death in battle as their lofty ideal, are afraid.
Due to the poor equipment, the 29th Army had no choice but to use broadswords to kill the enemy, but it hit the Japanese army's weakness, causing the morale of the Japanese army to plummet in an instant.
When Colonel Ryo Suzuki saw some soldiers starting to wrap spare belts in a circle to protect their necks, he knew that it would be impossible to capture Xifengguchi today.
However, what he did not expect was that this would be the beginning of a nightmare for him and the 13th Regiment he led.
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On the afternoon of March 10, an army of several thousand people was divided into several long lines and marched through the mountains at the southern foot of Yanshan Mountain. From a distance, the rapid marching teams lined up in four parallel columns looked like four winding iron lines.
The long gray dragon galloped towards Xifengkou where the cannons were roaring.
At this time, several officers in the middle of the team were standing on a high ground using binoculars to observe the march of the team.
One of the major general officers took off his cotton military cap, wiped the sweat from his bald head and said: "Order the three regiments at the rear to speed up. There are no Japanese troops in this area. You can ignore the carts and pack horses of the transport team and let them follow slowly.
Just come up."
"Brigade, why don't we wait for the main force of the division? They are still more than ten kilometers away." A colonel officer suggested.
"Wait a minute, Wang Changhai is short of troops now. Our top priority is to catch up and help him withstand Little Japan's attack. We finally regained the pass, but we can't let Little Japan take it again."
This bald major general is General Zhao Chengyu, commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army.
"Quick, order the troops to speed up. Don't worry about those who fall behind. There will be a baggage team behind to take care of them."
When General Zhao Chengyu said this, he suddenly cursed bitterly: "Wang Changhai is a bitch. All these years of fighting have been in vain. He knew clearly that the Japanese artillery was powerful, but he rushed to grab the equipment and lost two hundred dollars in vain."
There are many people. The exchange ratio that was originally 1 to 1 was changed to 2 to 1 by me. I will see if I don’t kill him when I see him."
