The people fighting in the entire battlefield were killing crazily, fighting desperately on the burning black land, and the smell of blood on the battlefield was getting stronger and stronger.
Amid the bloodthirsty roar of their captain, Takashi Hirayama, the retreating Japanese soldiers rushed towards the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps, trying to disperse and defeat the guerrilla corps!
But the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps were also furious and charged forward desperately, facing the Japanese charging troops.
This was not a defense, but a real attack. Facing the ferocious and violent Japanese soldiers, the officers and soldiers of the guerrilla corps advanced instead of retreating. They unleashed a powerful fighting force and even rolled back in the face of the Japanese charge.
The saber hanging low in the hand of the Japanese leader, Hirayama Kei, was dripping with blood. He didn't know how many guerrilla officers and soldiers he had cut down, but his arm had lost strength and he could hardly swing the saber anymore.
Fortunately, he was the captain and the commander. He only led the guards to charge for a while, and after recovering the decline caused by the guerrilla army's defensive counterattack, he was protected and stopped.
Now, each of the beaten-up troops regrouped and launched an attack, but they were defeated again as soon as they rushed forward.
The guerrilla officers and soldiers who had been suppressed and beaten by the Japanese soldiers before were extremely strong this time. No matter how fiercely the Japanese soldiers rushed and beat them, they always stood on the battlefield and knocked down the Japanese troops who rushed towards them.
There are no death squads in the guerrilla corps, but everyone is a death squad. Facing a group of Japanese soldiers who are fighting back, those brothers holding smoking grenades in their hands are death squads.
They were like desperate lone wolves, always rushing into the enemy's attack formation, and then with a loud bang, they exploded the enemy's attack formation into pieces, with flesh and blood flying everywhere.
But before the Japs could form a team, the guerrilla officers and soldiers, covered in blood and whose uniforms were already in strips, rushed towards the Japs soldiers with shouts of killing.
"Huh! Huh!"
The dull sound of the bayonet being pierced into the gun kept resounding, and the butt of the gun, stained with blood and minced meat, kept colliding with the Japanese helmet, making a clanging sound.
At the core of the battlefield, nearly a thousand people from both sides were engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Booming explosions continued. From time to time, people were thrown high into the air. The area was always shrouded in blood mist and gunpowder smoke.
On the edge of the core battlefield, lone guerrilla officers and soldiers and lone Japanese soldiers rolled in the mud, pinching each other, and rolled together into the cold and biting river water.
The bodies of Japanese soldiers and guerrilla officers and soldiers were lying radially around many small ponds, and broken firearms were scattered everywhere.
On the battlefield in the main film, as the hand-to-hand combat between the two sides continued, more and more corpses were lying on the ground, and the injured lay helplessly in the pile of corpses, wailing and moaning.
But now both sides are fighting in a bloody battle, and no one has the energy to care about those injured who fell to the ground. Many seriously injured people just lie on the ground, watching the gurgling blood flowing out of their bodies.
"Kill Gai Gai!"
Amidst the feeble shouts of the Japanese squad leader, another Japanese infantry squad that had just gathered back from a distance rushed towards the core battlefield with bayonets drawn.
Because both the Japanese and the guerrilla officers and soldiers knew that as long as the opponent was defeated in the core area, the battle would be won.
Therefore, the fighting in the core area was the cruelest and most intense, and the Japanese forces coming from other directions of attack were constantly invested.
But the fighting battlefield was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up Japanese infantry detachments and infantry squads one after another.
Even the Japanese artillery squadron that had been behind had to rush forward with all their weapons in hand. They tried to disperse the guerrillas and defeat them.
But until now, the seemingly shaky guerrilla officers and soldiers are still fighting. Each wave of Japanese soldiers who rush up are quickly dispersed, and a melee ensues.
Facing the brutal battlefield, Japanese Captain Hirayama was furious and at the same time felt chills running down his back. How could the Chinese Army have such a strong force and be able to fight on par with them?
Moreover, their fighting style of fighting for their lives like a suicide attack from the beginning made them extremely uncomfortable. These troops composed of Japanese supplementary troops and heavy baggage troops did not have a strong will to fight and wanted to distance themselves from the guerrillas.
They fought with guns, but they couldn't get away from each other.
Because once they retreated, the guerrilla officers and soldiers pressed up against their buttocks. During the half hour of fierce fighting between the two sides, although the Japs continued to invest troops, the entire battlefield moved at least one mile south.
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The troops that have always been invincible were actually beaten back a mile by the Chinese army during the stabbing battle. No one would believe it, but that is the fact.
Many people on both sides were fighting on soft and slippery corpses. Sometimes the Japanese had just gained the upper hand and gathered some troops, but they would soon be blown away by the guerrilla officers and soldiers holding military detonators and fled.
Many Japanese commanders were overturned and killed in the explosions of these grenades and explosives. The Japanese who lost their commanders found it even more difficult to assemble and could only fight against the guerrillas.
At the core of the battlefield, rivers of blood flowed from the battlefield. Broken bayonets and corpses covered the ground with a thick layer. The two sides who had escaped from the killing were still rushing towards each other.
Guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao was slashed in the arm and stabbed in the thigh. His whole body was covered with holes cut by fragments. Through the broken pieces of cloth, blood could be seen seeping out of them.
But the injured Shen Biao became even more ferocious, running rampant like an enraged beast, and the Japanese couldn't stop him.
"Yeah!" A Japanese soldier ferociously pounced on the injured Shen Biao, thinking he had picked up a soft persimmon.
But this unlucky little devil made a wrong judgment. The bayonet he thrust out fiercely missed, and his face was immediately bruised and bloody by the rifle butt swung by Shen Biao.
The Japanese screamed and rolled in a pool of blood. The sharp bayonet quickly fell and pierced into the Japanese's heart.
Another Japanese soldier rushed over, and the bayonet grazed Shen Biao's ribs. The cold blade brought out blood, and Shen Biao fell into a pool of blood.
The screaming Japs failed to make a sneak attack, and he held his bayonet high and was about to stab it down. However, Shen Biao had exhausted all his strength by killing the previous Japs. At this moment, his hands were limp, and after struggling for a few times, he didn't even start to struggle.
Just when the enemy's bayonet was about to fall, there was a pop, the blade flashed, and the enemy's hideous and ugly head flew out like a ball. A stream of blood arrows spurted out, and the headless body slid towards the ditch next to it.
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"Old Shen, are you okay?"
The deputy battalion commander Luo Feng, whose face was covered in blood, rushed over with a ghost-head knife and helped the limp Shen Biao to sit up.
"No, it's okay." Battalion Commander Shen Biao gasped for air. He was still in shock after narrowly escaping from death.
"Let's go, I'll carry you to the back."
"Leave me alone, lead the brothers and fight forward, the little devil can't hold on any longer!" Shen Biao pushed Luo Feng away and tried to hold his hand.
"Then be careful." Luo Feng looked at Shen Biao who was exhausted from the killing, and after warning him, he stood up again and rushed towards the nearest battle group with his knife.
But Shen Biao really didn't have the strength to stand up. He pulled out a 38-meter rifle from under the corpse of a Japanese soldier and began to lie on the corpse and shoot the lone Japanese soldier.
Two battalions of guerrillas actually collided head-on with a Japanese brigade. Not only did they block a Japanese counterattack, they also beat the little Japanese to death and injury in a life-threatening manner, which made the little Japanese scared.