"Don't be afraid of casualties! Don't be stingy with bullets! Press them all! The Japanese can't hold on any longer!"
Division Commander Wang Yaowu had already gone to the front line in person. If the guards hadn't dragged him desperately, he would have personally joined the attacking team with his gun in hand.
They fought bloody battles with the Japanese in Minshan for seven days and nights. The fight was so dark that the sky was dark, rivers of blood flowed, and the mountains and ravines were filled with rotting corpses.
But now the little devil has run out of ammunition and food. Although the officers and soldiers of the 74th Army are also disheveled and staggering when they walk, they all know that whoever can hold on until the end will win this battle.
Their troops desperately needed a hearty victory. The regret of the Battle of Lanfeng and the humiliation of bursting the banks of the Yellow River to block the pursuers made these passionate soldiers always think about defeating the Japanese.
They came to the battlefield with guns in hand with the determination to die. They did not want promotion and wealth, but just to crush and defeat these invaders with their own hands. This was their only wish.
The Chinese army had suffered too many defeats, and all the pent-up frustration in their hearts burst out at this moment. Knowing that Yang Ling and the others had outflanked the Japanese retreat, they saw hope of victory.
Although the light of hope of victory is so weak, in the eyes of these brothers who have gone through countless defeats, as long as there is a glimmer of hope of victory, they dare to risk their lives, but in most battles,
There is not even a glimmer of hope of victory.
Because when fighting against the well-equipped Japs, their hope of victory was so slim. This time they had to seize the opportunity and go all out not to let this hard-won opportunity slip away.
This is the reason why Yang Ling and others resolutely blocked the Japanese retreat with hundreds of people, while commanders like Wang Yaowu and countless brothers fought desperately because they were too eager for a victory.
"Master! I will lead the death squad myself!"
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao's helmet was covered with bullet marks, and the summer uniform he wore was covered in thick dust, so the original color could not be seen clearly, but his eyes were as firm as steel.
In every battle with the Japs, the Chinese army will organize countless death squads. When attacking, they are responsible for charging and tearing apart the Japs' defense line. When retreating, they fight to cut off the enemy. After each battle, the death squads will be completely lost.
Although we know that death squads are all about death, in order to fight the Japanese, every time the officers recruit death squads, the brothers actively participate. As they say, they are all going to die anyway, so it is better to die in a grand way.
It was these officers and soldiers of the death squads who put life and death at risk and fought bloody battles with the Japanese soldiers one after another. They were able to hold off hundreds of thousands of well-equipped Japanese soldiers and defend their homeland's last line of defense.
Division Commander Wang Yaowu looked through the drifting smoke and saw hundreds of death squads standing outside wearing tattered military uniforms but with firm faces. He then looked at Brigadier Zhou Zhidao and nodded with a complex expression.
"Those who participate in the death squads, regardless of life or death, will be rewarded with five oceans each!"
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao pulled the gun bolt loudly and said: "Master! Keep Dayang, brothers, come back to collect the reward after beating the Japanese!" After saying that, he got out of the command post.
"Brothers! The master said, after beating the Japanese! No matter life or death, each person will be rewarded with five oceans!" Brigadier Zhou Zhidao rolled up his sleeves and shouted. At this moment, he did not look like a general, but an ordinary soldier.
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On such a cruel battlefield, these generals had already put life and death aside, just like the sacrificed generals of Rao Guohua and Xiao Shanling. They had personally led their troops to kill the enemy and charge until they fell.
"Thank you, Master!"
The brothers in ragged clothes cheered up. They now only had seven or eight French dollars a month as military pay, and five oceans of hard currency was enough for them to squander for a while.
"I've made it clear! You can enter this battle, you can die, you can't retreat! The little devils have run out of ammunition and food. We rush forward to defeat them! Beat them to death! And then completely eliminate them!"
Zhou Zhidao had a resolute face, his thin body stood unusually tall, and his sonorous and powerful pre-war mobilization made the hundreds of brothers in the death squads excited.
"Set off!"
Zhou Zhidao turned around and saluted the division commander Wang Yaowu with a military salute. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of murderous brothers turned around and headed towards the direction of the Japanese rear troops.
The defense line of the Japanese army at the rear was already crumbling in the face of waves of attacks that were more ferocious than the stormy waves. The positions built on the mountains and ravines were shrouded in thick smoke and artillery fire, causing heavy casualties.
"Boom-boom-"
Deafening explosions resounded in the mountains and forests. The dead branches and leaves flying everywhere were violently swept by the air waves, and thick trees were overturned in the gunfire.
The thick smoke rolled into a thick wall, and the flying gravel made the Japanese soldiers' helmets jingle. They lay on the ground and buried their heads in the soil, not wanting to be suffocated by the thick smoke.
"Kill!"
Deafening shouts of killing swept through the turbulent mountains and forests. More than a dozen death squads began to break through in depth from more than a dozen breakthrough points at the same time. The indomitable momentum made the Japanese in every position tremble.
The disgraced Japanese officers who were bombed ignored the wails of the soldiers with missing arms and legs beside them, and screamed miserably: "Shoot! Shoot!"
"Da da da......"
"Teng Teng Teng——"
Both the light and heavy machine guns roared rapidly and violently, and the whizzing bullets rolled back with thick smoke and slammed into the charging group of Chinese officers and soldiers. Suddenly, a large blood mist rose up, and screams and wails continued.
"You little devil! Die!"
These Chinese officers and soldiers who dared to charge to the death were all carrying short rifles and holding Czech-style light machine guns in their hands. When they saw the brothers in front of them falling, they hugged them and opened fire.
The bullets that looked like splashing water hit back the Japanese bullets. The bullets from both sides roared and collided in mid-air, almost face to face. The bodies of the soldiers on both sides were hit by at least five or six bullets. No one was willing to fall down first.
, and pulled the trigger desperately.
The Japs' machine gunners were stunned by the life-threatening fighting style and wanted to move away, but their bodies were already bleeding from the bullets.
The blood mist filled the air. The brothers rushed through the blood mist one after another and rushed into the Japanese position. The sound of the collision of flesh, the cracking of bones and the sound of bayonets piercing flesh were soon heard in the thick smoke.
The defense line of the Japanese blocking troops at the rear was like broken window paper. Faced with the desperate attacks of more than a dozen death squads, countless holes were suddenly poked out.
"Your Excellency, Captain, leave quickly, the Chinese are already coming!"
The staggering Japanese captain broke into the Japanese commander Zuo Morishung's headquarters, but when he looked up, he saw Morishung's gloomy gaze.
"Bang!" A bloody hole appeared in the chest of the Japanese captain who rushed into the headquarters, and a plume of smoke came out of Mori Shige's Nanbu Type 14 pistol.
The Japanese captain fell to the ground with a thud. He never understood why the captain shot him until his death.
"Anyone who orders all troops to defend their positions and retreats without authorization to shake the morale of the troops will be killed without mercy!"
"Hiyi!"
Several officers in the brigade stood up and bowed their heads, then grabbed their guns and rushed into the smoke with ferocious faces.
The fighting between the two sides has become fierce. The Japanese are resisting desperately, and the Chinese officers and soldiers are attacking desperately. The two sides are fighting desperately in the ravines, woods, and streams. Even the streams are dyed red with blood.
When the troops of 74 Jun were pressing against the Japanese 6th Brigade across the board, Yang Ling's position was also crumbling under the fierce Japanese attack on the only way for the Japanese to escape.