The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas chased the little Japs as they ran through the fields and ravines, and from time to time shot to death the little Japs running in front of them.
Although the Japanese tried to stabilize their position and build a defensive line several times, they were quickly beaten to pieces in the face of a burst of bombardment from the grenade that followed them, and they retreated again.
Faced with a crushing defeat, the Japanese captain Hirayama Kei showed his steely and tough fighting style. He actually led a group of officers to fight against the enemy.
Captain Hirayama Kei held his sword and strode forward with a straight face. Behind him, the guards who had not participated in the battle had sharp bayonets. They followed their captain with firm steps and faced the wolf-like guerrillas.
And go.
"Puch!"
When a panicked Japanese soldier was retreating for his life, he bumped into Hirayama Kei and his team.
A fierce light flashed across the face of Captain Hirayama Kei, and he raised his sword to chop without hesitation. Like lightning, a fountain of blood spurted out.
"ah!"
The Japanese soldier screamed, tilted his body, and fell into the mud pond next to him, causing a splash of mud.
This unlucky Japanese private did not die in the hands of the guerrillas, but was chopped alive by their captain Hirayama Kei.
The Japanese captain, Hirayama Kei, suddenly launched a killing spree, which made all the Japanese soldiers who were about to retreat from here freeze and stop in their tracks.
"Kill back! Anyone who retreats again will be killed without mercy!"
Captain Hirayama Kei stared fiercely at the group of panicked subordinates who looked like bereaved dogs, and scolded them sternly.
This group of more than ten Japanese soldiers faced the fierce and violent captain Hirayama Kei and the murderous guards behind him. They knew in their hearts that if they retreated again, they would not be able to escape the end of being beheaded.
The appearance of Captain Kei Hirayama on the battlefield undoubtedly gave these defeated Japanese soldiers a backbone. Without any hesitation, they all turned around and rushed towards the battlefield.
"Attack! Anyone who retreats without mercy will be killed without mercy!"
The Japanese messengers rushed on the battlefield, repeating the orders of the battalion leader Hirayama Kei over and over again.
Captain Hirayama Kei personally led his men into the battlefield, which undoubtedly made the defeated Japanese soldiers feel ashamed.
They were the invincible Japanese Imperial Army, but they became so cowardly and vulnerable. Soon, the fierce light ignited in their eyes again, and they wanted to wash away their shame with blood.
"Kill back!"
The squadron leaders, squad leaders, squad leaders and sergeant commanders of the Japanese soldiers stopped escaping and led their troops to fight back.
The Japanese soldiers who were completely defeated unexpectedly, led by the Japanese captain Hirayama Jing, stopped their defeat and returned to the battlefield screaming.
The guerrilla brothers who had been chasing the Japanese in excitement also discovered something unusual on the battlefield, because the Japanese in front did not run away, but actually rushed back one by one with bayonets drawn.
"Gorgeous, something is wrong. Why didn't the little devil run away?"
Hearing the strange screams from the front and the Japanese charging toward them, the guerrilla brothers who were excited to charge stopped one after another, full of doubts.
"Don't stop! Keep chasing!"
At this time, the battalion commander of the third guerrilla battalion, Shen Biao, came up panting with the brothers from the special agent company. Before he could understand the situation, when he saw the brothers stop, he shouted loudly and urged them.
"Battal Commander, the Japs are back again!" A brother shouted, pointing at the Japs in cotton-padded clothes and steel helmets in the smoke ahead.
"Afraid of the eggs, disperse them!" Battalion Commander Shen Biao was so excited about the killing that he didn't pay attention to the little Japs at all.
Seeing the battalion commander's arrogance, the brothers did not hesitate anymore. They started to pace again after a slight delay and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers.
"Brothers, after destroying the Japanese, I'll treat you all to wine and meat!" Shen Biao, commander of the third guerrilla battalion, shouted to boost morale as he ran.
"kill!"
Shen Biao's answer was a loud shout of killing, and the brothers stepped on the charred earth and blood, filled with murderous intent.
On both wings, First Battalion Commander Blacksmith, Deputy Battalion Commander Dao Zi, Deputy Battalion Commander Luo Feng, etc. were all leading the charge.
In situations where weapons and equipment are generally inferior, grassroots officers' leading the charge can often have the effect of boosting morale.
The commander-in-chief Yang Ling came from the 74th Army. Starting from the Battle of Songhu, the 74th Army fought countless bloody battles. The regimental and battalion commanders must take the lead in every battle. The casualty ratio of officers in each battle even exceeded that of ordinary soldiers.
It is precisely because of a group of grassroots officers who are not afraid of death that in just one year, the 74th Army has transformed from a new unit formed during the Songhu Battle to an absolute iron-blooded main force. In Wanjialing, the 58th Army There were more than 10,000 brothers in the division, and only 500 of them were left without retreating. They relied on their indomitable momentum to move forward.
Yang Ling and the others also inherited the strong fighting style of the 74th Army. The group of brothers he brought over have now become company and platoon officers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps. Therefore, when fighting, they take the lead and risk their lives.
Although the Japanese soldiers turned around one after another and came back with howls and screams, the brothers of the Jiangsu North Corps were not afraid. They were all excited and rushed forward as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood.
The officers and soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Corps were generally not as physically strong as the Japs. When they were pursuing the enemy, they could not catch up with the retreating Japs. Now that they saw the Japs coming back, they were naturally happy. It was better than chasing them all over the mountains and plains out of breath and exhaustion.
"Bang bang bang..."
Almost all the Japanese soldiers and guerrilla officers and soldiers were rushing toward each other, shooting as they rushed, with bullets whizzing and smoke filling the air.
Poofs of blood continued to splash in the charging crowds on both sides. Many of the brothers in the front row were hit by multiple bullets until their whole bodies were smoking and trembling, but they still managed to hold on and did not fall down. They used up the last bullet.
This kind of face-to-face shooting is the most cruel, there is almost no place to hide, both sides are almost trampling on the blood and corpses, and the sharp murderous intent is colliding wantonly.
During the head-on charge and exchange of fire, both sides only had time to fire two or three shots before both sides were within bombing distance.
The red-eyed Japanese soldiers and the guerrilla officers and soldiers almost all made the same movements, throwing smoke and grenades towards the place.
"Boom! Boom!"
Many grenades and hand grenades collided and exploded in mid-air. The people in the front row of both sides were blown to pieces with blood and flesh, while the people in the back did not blink and continued to rush forward.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Before the aftermath of the explosion of grenades and grenades had dissipated, the two sides' impact fronts had already collided fiercely. The man at the front was holding not a bayonet, but a grenade emitting smoke.
The guards of Japanese Captain Noi Hirayama were also veterans of many battles. They were as brave as the guerrilla officers and soldiers. They actually had the same idea as the guerrilla officers and soldiers, using grenades to blow up each other and pave the way for those behind them.
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with rumbling sounds of continuous explosions. The people rushing in front were knocked over even if they were not killed. Their flesh and blood were really flying everywhere, and the shock wave of the explosion caused the bodies of those who were near the explosion to lose their strength.