Under the already slanting sunlight, Hu Biao first threw down the M1918A2 light machine gun in his hand that had run out of bullets and had no spare magazines.
Then, facing the Japs who had already rushed 80 meters in front of the position, he smashed two grenades with all his strength in one go.
Then, the cargo soldier did not take out a pair of shell guns from his waist, but opened fire directly with the pair of weapons at the bottom of the box.
Instead, Hu Biao roared like this at the top of his lungs because he exerted so much force that even the veins on his neck bulged.
After roaring like this in his mouth, he aimed at which one of the three-eight caps and a medium-sized rifle on the ground would be his next stabbing weapon.
Without any hesitation, Hu Biao decisively chose the former.
The reason is very simple. The full length of the gun body is 1.28 meters. The total length after attaching the bayonet is 1.7 meters. As the saying goes, one inch long, one inch strong, this thing has some advantages in stabbing.
After picking up the 38 cap with his toes, Hu Biao fixed the bayonet with a 'click' sound.
Then, before the guy suddenly jumped out of his position and charged towards the Japs not far away, he yelled again:
"Brothers, I won't say any other nice things, Lao Hu.
Think about it, there is Hengyang City behind you. Once this place is lost, the Japanese will be able to quickly seize the Hunan-Guangxi-Guizhou Railway, open up the transportation lines of the entire mainland, and occupy more areas.
Counting since September 18, think about how many homes we have lost.
Bingcheng, Fengtian, Peiping, Magic City, Jinling, Xuzhou, Taiyuan, Datong, Wuhan, Nanchang, Yangcheng, Zhengzhou, Hefei, Changsha, there are too many of them, so many that I dare not think about them myself, and I feel ashamed just thinking about them.
Ancestors.
By now, we don't have much room for us to lose. If we retreat any further, we won't even have a place to stay.
Anyway, as long as we are not all dead, we will not retreat even one step and we will be nailed to death here at Bajia Ridge."
After saying this, Hu Biao paused for a moment, and finally shouted with an accent from the Baoqing area of Hunan Province, as loud as his throat.
In this voice, Hu Biao did not let out all kinds of vicious and rude curses like they did before the near-death charge.
Just one sentence: "Xiang Province, Baoqing, Hu Biao~"
But it is such a simple sentence, but it is indescribably tragic and solemn, and it feels like the complexity has been reduced to simplicity.
Behind him, one after another, members of the Zhongzhou team, as well as soldiers of the Guo army, held rifles with shining bayonets in their hands.
Or they might be wielding axes, machetes, or engineer shovels, and rush out of the position resolutely.
At the last front line, there were wounded soldiers who were still covered in thick gauze but still had a strong smell of blood. They also stumbled to keep up with their comrades.
Even among them, there are still a few guys who only have one intact arm or even one leg.
They were like a torrent crashing into their opponents.
It was definitely because of Hu Biao's roar that it had a huge impact on these people; so much so that when they rushed out, they all simply shouted out one sentence.
Using a local accent that I was familiar with but perhaps hadn't used in a long time, I yelled out with all my strength:
"Minnan, Jason~"
"Xiang Province, Yueyang, Xufeng~"
"Su Province, Sioux City, AT~"
"Sichuan Province, Neijiang, An Tusheng~"
"Northeast, Ice City, Shi Polu~"
"Modu, bacon~"
"Yu Province, mad dog~"
"Shaanxi province, pagoda, swordsman~"
"I've lived in so many places in my life, I don't even know where I recognize it, but whatever, it's fine as long as I'm from China, Qingtian~"
"Northeast, Xiling~"
"Northeast, original sin~"
All of the above were shouted out by the team members one by one.
And this thing is not about queuing up to share the pork, but coming one by one, so while they were roaring one by one, the soldiers of the Fruit Army also reported their origins in dialects with various accents.
.
It can be regarded as leaving my last voice in this world:
"Shanxi, I'm not actually called Wang Fu. I'm a man who doesn't want to change his name. My real name is Zhao Shanhe. I haven't brought shame on the old Zhao family~"
"Lu Province, Weifang, Li Dazhi~"
"Eastern Guangdong, Shaoguan, Zhang Asheng~"
"Western Guangdong, Liuzhou, Wu Tiezhu~"
"Dian Province, Dali, Wei Goucheng~"
"Guizhou, Anshun, Miao Jiugen~"
"Ji Province, Cangzhou, Ma Erkui~"
"E Province, Jingmen, Xiangwu~"
"Wan Province, Fuyang, Li Xiaoyong~"
"Gan Province, Jiujiang, Zhou Rongmin~"
"Xiang Province, Changde, Zhu Fugui~"
"Gan Province, Tianshui..."
For a time, place names were announced one after another in these different dialects.
Hu Biao didn't know why so many members from all over the world were involved in the reinforcements of such a strengthened company dispatched by the 10th Preliminary Division.
Perhaps at such a time, this Guo Jiazheng is just like the bald man once said.
There was no distinction between north and south, and people, old and young, joined hands to fight the war, and fought to not be slaves to the subjugation of the country.
But whether it is these specifically is not important anymore.
The important thing is that after the above place names were intertwined together in his mind, they immediately formed such a big network, a big network that covered most of the map of China.
He clearly felt a sense of Guo Jia and the people of this nation.
In such a most difficult time, the determination to fight to the end with everyone united as one, risking their lives, holding their heads high, and fighting to the end.
This made his heart surge with excitement, and finally a thousand words came together into one sentence:
"Kill the devil~"
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On the Bajia Ridge position, bursts of roars representing anger, unwillingness, and other emotions erupted, and then figures rushed out resolutely one by one.
And after the opponents in front of them, that is, the Japanese, saw what was happening in front of them, Matsuyama Keisuke, who was leading the charge and waved the command sword, and many officers said...
Under the command of "Remove the bullets~", they also loaded their bayonets one after another.
Then, under Matsuyama Keisuke's mouth, he barked like a big animal, and these short-legged, but strong-bodied Japs all let out the same animal-like howls from their mouths.
He charged towards his opponent who was rushing down from the top of the mountain.
Soon after, a collision will begin with only the fighting instincts of wild beasts, until both sides of the battle end with one side completely dead...
In comparison, Hu Biao and others who rushed down from the top of the mountain occupied some terrain. After rushing down, their speed was faster and their collision force was stronger.
However, the Japanese who are attacking are more numerous. Currently, they have at least 300 troops, which is almost three times that of Hu Biao and others.
By the way! Why did Hu Biao and his side actually give up the defense line and light and heavy firepower points they built when the battle reached this moment?
The Japanese side also gave up the advantage of artillery support from the rear.
Both sides finally chose such a primitive fighting method, all because of compelling reasons.
First of all, a fierce battle is going on in the air. Specifically, a P51 Mustang fighter with more advanced performance is facing off against two Japanese Type-1 fighter jets and two Type-97 fighter jets.
Not to mention the Type 97 fighter jet, which has such backward performance, it is completely a soy sauce product.
But the other two Type 1 fighters, namely the KI-43 fighter code-named 'Falcon', are relatively backward Type 1 aircraft among this type of aircraft.
But the two 12.7 mm caliber machine guns above are still weapons that make the Mustang very fearful.
Of course, against an opponent like the P51 Mustang that flies faster and has stronger firepower, the Japanese's four aircraft did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
In short, the Type 97 fighter jet that hit the current Japs had already crashed into the mountainside, igniting a huge flame.
And that Mustang also had a few more bullet holes on its body, but fortunately they were all non-fatal places.
Therefore, no one on either side can tell what the final outcome of such an air battle will be; anyway, no matter which side wins, it will be a tragic result for the hard-pressed infantry of the other side.
Therefore, the two sides strangled together like this became the best choice between the commanders of both sides to deal with the air threat.
Secondly, Hu Biao didn’t know anything about it.
Isamu Yokoyama, the supreme commander of the Japanese 11th Army and the frontline implementer of the Japanese "Combat Plan No. 1", gave Keisuke Matsuyama a deadline.
Now there is not much time left, and this attack is his last chance.
So he took action at all costs, not only asking for the cooperation of four fighter jets, but also gathering all the troops at hand.
Including himself, there were 317 people in total who launched the last attack.
Because instead of failing to complete the mission, the only option is to commit seppuku to retain the last bit of samurai honor, or to be shot by the military police.
For a Japanese like Matsuyama Keisuke, he would rather die in battle with dignity.