Yagi Shigeru looked at the hundreds of remaining soldiers behind him, and then thought about the promise he made to the division commander before leaving, and he couldn't help but feel sad for a moment.
Knowing that he had no way out tonight, he once again drew his command sword and shouted at everyone: "Warriors! I won't let any of you rush in front of me, do you understand? Gentlemen... for the sake of the empire
, for the emperor..." As he spoke, Yagi Shigeru pushed his helmet back to the back of his head and raised his command knife toward the night sky, "Give me Tuss!"
"Onboard!"
Under the leadership of Yagi Shigeru, hundreds of fanatical Japanese soldiers rushed towards the Chinese army's position. Just when they were about to approach the position, more than ten tongues of flame suddenly lit up. The defenders who had been prepared for a long time immediately
He poured out the maximum firepower from the weapons in his hands.
Yagi Shigeru, who charged forward at all costs, rushed to a bunker that was pouring out tongues of fire. At this time, Yagi Shigeru had been slightly injured, his face was covered with blood, and there were only five or six soldiers following him.
, Yagi Shigeru rushed to the bunker while shouting "Banzai". At this time, he was holding an explosive pack in his hand.
Just then a bullet hit his arm. He staggered but still rushed to the bunker.
Just as he was about to place the explosive pack next to the shooting hole and pull the fuse, a grenade exploded next to him. Yagi Shigeru fell next to the bunker in response, with blood gushing out of his ears, mouth and nose, and muttering:
"Tusi Gei!" Then he tilted his head and stopped breathing.
Along with his death, his explosive packets were scattered on the ground not far from him...
The final attack was doomed to fail before it even started.
Both Shigeru Yagi and the Japanese soldiers of the 215th Regiment knew this, but they were still determined to risk their lives to save the defeat. If they occupied the bunker group of the Chinese army, they might have a chance to save the defeat.
This is what everyone in the 215th Wing thinks. From this, we can see the character of the Japanese.
The people of this nation and this country love to gamble, especially the fate of the country.
The Sino-Japanese War and the Russo-Japanese War were manifestations of this gambler's mentality. Fortunately, they won the first two times, but will good luck always accompany them in the future?
Although Yagi Shigeru is dead, there are still many remaining soldiers of the 215th Regiment. For these soldiers, even if they die in battle tonight, they will die on the battlefield.
As the battle came to an end, the remaining Japanese troops became even more frantic, but the artillery units that had slowed down at this time had begun to concentrate their fire on the area. The fierce artillery fire surrounded the remaining soldiers of the 215th Regiment.
Machine gun bullets whizzed through the bodies of the charging Japanese soldiers. As the dense rain of bullets fell, the ground shook like an earthquake, tree roots overturned, and hot shrapnel roared in the air. These Japanese soldiers could no longer retreat and could only continue towards the high ground.
They were forced to advance, but at this time, they had no way to go to the sky or the ground. With the light of the flares, the artillery fire directed by the observers on the high ground continued to pursue them, and finally completely shattered the last illusion of the 215th Regiment.
As dawn approached, only the last few machine guns of the 215th Regiment that attacked at night were still firing back from time to time. After the mortars fired back, the machine guns fell silent. The fourth battalion, which was originally guarding the high ground, immediately sent out a company to start mopping up the remaining Japanese troops.
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"Ozawa, Ozawa! Give me a knife, give me a knife!" A soldier dragging his stumps begged Ozawa, who was closest to him, to give him a break, while crying out the names of his relatives.
Another young soldier grabbed the thigh of a senior soldier lying on the ground and begged the senior soldier to give him some water. One of the young soldier's arms had been broken, and blood was still spurting from the wound.
The superior soldier shook the kettle and showed a bitter smile. The kettle had been empty for a long time. There was only a trace of water on the spout. He touched the spout to the soldier's chapped lips. The soldier sipped his lips with a trace of desolation at the corner of his mouth.
The smile died.
Ozawa Teng, who was in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, looked at the battlefield where almost no living people could be seen, and Ishikawa Ryo who was bombed not far away and only half of his body was left. His expression was dull. In the light of the morning sun, his waist and abdomen were injured.
Ozette, who was shot once, vaguely saw hundreds of black figures walking down from the high ground. From time to time, the shadows raised their rifles and counted the corpses with their bayonets.
Ozawa touched the pocket on his chest. This was the Thousand-man Seam given to him by his wife before leaving for the expedition. Ozawa recalled his wife's instructions to him before leaving: "Ozawa, you must come back alive!"
At this time, shells were still exploding around him from time to time. Ozette felt his head was dizzy and his whole person became confused.
Not only that, his body also became exhausted, his head hung weakly on the pile of leaves, and his whole body seemed to be sinking into an unknown world. He didn't know whether he was about to fall into a coma or die.
Faces suddenly appeared in front of him, including those of his father and his wife. There was even a scene of people lining up to board the ship, with countless rising sun flags waving in people's hands.
"Pray for death in battle! Pray for death in battle!" Overwhelming waves of shouts came from the voices of the people seeing off the farewell. At this moment, Ozawa's wife's face full of sorrow once again appeared in front of Ozawa's eyes, "The child's father...
…You must come back alive!”
Just when Ozawa was in a daze, he seemed to see two shadows in gray-green military uniforms appearing in his sight. Ozawa, who wanted to grab the gun, saw that his rifle had already been stepped on a pair of cowhide military boots, and two
The tip of Dao Xueliang's bayonet was pointed directly at him. Xiao Zeteng almost didn't think about it and raised his hands feebly, "I...surrender!"
An hour later, it finally became bright.
The battle damage results of the fourth battalion came out. A total of 89 people were killed and 212 wounded. The area of more than 300 meters in front of their position had turned into a slaughterhouse, with more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers.
Bodies lay scattered in various directions.
Not far behind the Fourth Battalion's position, there were six or seven corpses wearing gray-green military uniforms with bullets in the back. These were deserters who were shot dead during the Japanese charge.
Looking at the corpses of these deserters, Nong Tiancai, who was carrying a submachine gun, said nothing. He just looked at them with a sad look, and then glanced at the soldiers who survived the war. There were many people in their camp a month ago.
Most of them are small traders selling things, farmers farming or refugees fleeing famine. The battle last night obviously frightened them, but this is war and there is no room for the weak.
After a moment of silence, Nong Tiancai ordered the captain on the side: "Cross out their names! Tell their families that they fought bravely when they died..."
"yes!"
The captain responded in a low voice, looking at the corpses of the deserters on the ground with mixed feelings in his heart...