The battlefield resounded with the roar of mountains and tsunamis, bayonets were gleaming on the ground, and more than two hundred brothers from the Northeast Army jumped out of the trenches with roars.
"Kill Gaigai!!" The officer of the Japanese death squad swung his sharp saber forward, and the screaming Japanese men ferociously broke into the defender's position.
The two sides were like two high-speed trains, crashing into each other, causing a rain of blood all over the sky.
The Northeast Army brothers and the Japanese who were in the front thrust their bayonets into each other's chests almost at the same time. Blood flowed violently. Blood spurted from both sides' mouths, but their eyes stared fiercely at each other until they fell to the ground.
Accept defeat.
The brothers of the Northeast Army were tall and strong, and they had a lot of advantages over the short Japanese soldiers. They killed twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers in just one encounter.
However, these Japanese death squads were also extremely ferocious. Even when they were stabbed to the ground by bayonets, their faces still glowed fiercely. From time to time, injured Japanese would fire grenades and die together with the brothers from the Northeast Army who rushed towards them, with their flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Major battalion commander Zhao Wenbin met a Japanese officer holding a saber. This Japanese officer was so fierce that he had already hacked three brothers in a row, making him furious.
The Japanese officer saw Zhao Wenbin rushing toward him with a bayonet in his hand. He saw the officer's uniform on Zhao Wenbin's body, bared his teeth and showed a sinister smile, and took the initiative to greet Zhao Wenbin.
Facing the grinning Japanese officer, Zhao Wenbin snorted coldly without any fear, his eyes were filled with strong murderous intent.
Soon enough, the two sides had already rushed forward. The Japanese officer shouted loudly and slashed down with his raised saber.
Zhao Wenbin was frighteningly calm. Seeing that the saber was about to hit his head, he ducked sideways. The bayonet with a cold glow had already penetrated the Japanese officer's stomach.
The Japanese officer slashed with too much force and crashed directly into Zhao Wenbin's arms. The bayonet tip that penetrated the Japanese officer's stomach came out of his back while bleeding, stabbing him to the core.
The Japanese officer grimaced in pain, but he refused to give in. Instead, he threw away the saber in his hand like an enraged beast, and grabbed Zhao Wenbin's neck with his bloody hands.
Zhao Wenbin wanted to hide, but he stepped on the edge of the trench and rolled into the charred trench with the Japanese officer, causing a cloud of mud and dust.
The severe pain on his back made him react. When he saw the Japanese soldier who fell in front of him was baring his teeth and trying to pounce on him, he grabbed the Japanese officer's saber and slashed it at his head.
Phew! The saber slashed with a slight hesitation, and then it neatly chopped off the head of the flesh-blooded officer. The bloody head rolled to the dirt, and You stared at Zhao Wenbin with fierce eyes, refusing to rest in peace.
The Japanese death squads howled like wild beasts and kept rushing out of the thick smoke. Although the brothers of the Northeast Army were brave, some people kept being stabbed to the ground.
Zhao Wenbin wiped the blood from his face and looked around. The entire position had become a mess, with me among you and you among me, fighting together.
The Japanese soldiers were like lunatics possessed by a demon, regardless of casualties or pain, they attacked the defenders desperately, leaving their position in danger.
Zhao Wenbin fought with the Japanese officer's saber in the rain of blood. From time to time, whizzing bullets passed by him, and sticky blood spurted out. Broken arms and short legs were everywhere. The two sides were locked in a deadly battle.
Although the battle was difficult, none of the soldiers of the Northeastern Army guarding the position were cowards. Even if they were injured and fell to the ground, they would fire grenades to blow themselves and the Japanese to pieces.
Seeing the flying flesh and blood, Zhao Wenbin's heart ached. He killed the Japanese with even more ferocity. He had turned into a blood gourd, his eyes were full of blood, and he killed the enemy again and again like a machine.
The only remaining captain of the second battalion carried a machete, and his whole body turned into a tower of blood. All the Japs who rushed towards him became headless ghosts.
A Japanese soldier took advantage of him not paying attention and attacked from behind. The bayonet penetrated his ribs. The captain and company commander panicked. He turned to look at the Japanese soldier who was attacking him. His eyes widened. He roared and swung his sword.
Bing's head flew out again.
It's just that the captain and company commander seemed to have exhausted all his strength, kneeling on the ground with a bloody sword, breathing heavily.
When the two Japanese soldiers saw that he was injured, their eyes were full of excitement, and two more bloody holes suddenly appeared on the captain's body.
"Kill!" Zhao Wenbin saw this and rushed forward with his saber raised.
One Japanese soldier was stabbed in the stomach, and his internal organs flowed out along the gap. Another Japanese soldier's calf was cut off directly, and he rolled in the trench and howled like a slaughtered pig.
"Lao Liu! Lao Liu!" Zhao Wenbin hugged the captain and company commander who was bleeding all over his body and shouted sternly.
The captain and company commander looked at Zhao Wenbin, who had bulging veins on his forehead, and forced a smile on his painful face: "Battalion... Battalion Commander, I did not embarrass the Northeast Army..." The captain and company commander died before he could finish his words.
"Batalion Commander! I can't stand it anymore!" A brother covered in blood shouted to Zhao Wenbin while fighting with the Japanese.
Zhao Wenbin stood up with a murderous sword in hand. Seeing more and more Japanese soldiers pouring into the position, his heart sank to the bottom. Is the position really going to be lost in his own hands? He was full of reluctance!
"Charge! Kill!" At this moment, a roar of killing like a tsunami came from not far away, and Yang Ling led the guerrilla battalion to come up with reinforcements.
"The reinforcements are coming! The reinforcements are coming!" A brother from the Northeast Army shouted excitedly. After shouting, he fell straight to the ground and died.
Yang Ling charged and hit at the same time. The 79 rifle in his hand was very powerful and almost every shot was fired. Most of the Japanese who were targeted by him could not escape being hit. Even those who were injured were rushed in and killed by the roaring brothers.
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The addition of hundreds of fresh troops cheered up the remaining brothers of the Northeast Army. Regardless of fatigue and pain, they followed Yang Ling and others in a counterattack.
"Retreat! Retreat!" The Japanese soldiers who poured into the defender's position saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
"Don't stop! Charge to the end!" How could Yang Ling give up this opportunity to beat the drowned dog and take the opportunity to fight back?
The remaining Northeast Army brothers were also furious, especially Zhao Wenbin, who took the lead and killed the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese defenders did not expect that the Chinese defenders would lead the retreating soldiers and kill them. However, they were blocked by their own soldiers in front and did not dare to fire randomly. They were so anxious that they were sweating profusely.
In just a short while, Yang Ling and the others had already rushed into the Japanese soldiers' position unstoppably. At the front were dozens of brothers from the Northwest Army armed with machetes. They killed people who stood in their way and those who stood in their way, killing them until the little Japanese soldiers cried and howled like wolves.
"Hold on! Hold on!" the officers in the Japs' position were roaring, but facing the wolf-like and tiger-like force of the guerrilla camp, the Japs' position was like paper, and could be broken with a single poke.
The fierce battle lasted for twenty minutes. After paying a heavy price, all the more than 200 Japs in the Japs position were wiped out, and the Chinese soldiers all turned into bloody men, as if they were fished out of a pool of blood.
Lao Yanqiang led his men into a tent behind a low hill, and saw that it was filled with wounded Japanese soldiers with fierce looks on their faces.
"What's going on inside?" Seeing Lao Yanqiang rush in and then retreat, Yang Ling strode over and asked.
Lao Yanqiang frowned and said: "They are all wounded Japanese soldiers, what should I do?"
"Leave it to us!" Before Yang Ling could say anything, Zhao Wenbin, who looked like a bloody gourd, strode over, grabbing the bloody Japs saber.
When Lao Yanqiang saw that Yang Ling was silent, he stepped aside and gave way. Zhao Wenbin walked into the tent with more than a dozen brothers from the Northeast Army.
Ah! Phew!
Painful screams soon came from inside the tent. Within a few minutes, Zhao Wenbin, who looked indifferent, opened the tent and walked out with his people.
Lao Yanqiang looked inside the tent curiously. After just one glance, his heart was filled with emotions. He couldn't help turning his head and holding on to a tree and vomited.
"I am the Major Commander of the Second Battalion, Zhao Wenbin." Zhao Wenbin didn't seem to have any discomfort with killing so many Japanese wounded soldiers. He walked straight to Yang Ling and stretched out his sticky hands.
Yang Ling didn't mind either. He liked people who were decisive and decisive. He reached out and shook Zhao Wenbin's hand and introduced himself: "Major and Commander of the Guerrilla Battalion Yang Ling——"
Hearing the name Yang Ling, Zhao Wenbin was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the person coming to help turned out to be the famous Yang Ling.
"Captain Yang, your name is like thunder. I have heard it for a long time. You fought alone and killed the Japanese general. It's such a damn good way to relieve your anger. You have the guts!" Zhao Wenbin said and gave Yang Ling a thumbs up.
"Your brothers in the Northeast Army will not retreat in a bloody battle! They are all tough men, and I, Yang Ling, admire them!"
Hearing what Yang Ling said, a warm current surged through Zhao Wenbin's heart, and his eyes became a little moist. Finally, someone was looking at their Northeast Army.
When they faced off against the Japs in the Fourth Northeastern Province, they were given an order not to resist. In order to prevent their impulsiveness, their guns and ammunition were confiscated and put into storage, so that when a conflict broke out later, they were unarmed.
Hundreds of thousands of troops were simply driven out of the Northeast by the Japanese. They lost their wives, children, parents, and their great country. They were also aggrieved and had their backs stabbed all the time.
Now that he got Yang Ling's approval, he, a big man, suddenly felt the urge to cry in his arms.
"Captain Zhao, I'm afraid the Japanese are going to counterattack. Let's strengthen our position quickly." Yang Ling also saw that Zhao Wenbin was in a bad mood and hurriedly changed the subject.