The troops commanded by Matsuura Junrokuro retreated to the Mahuiling area to rest and recuperate. Although they suffered a bloody head injury at Wushimen, they were not injured and their strength was still intact.
The Chinese troops on the front line of Wushimen had suffered heavy losses in two consecutive bloody battles. The soldiers were busy replenishing ammunition and licking their wounds, and did not take the initiative to provoke the Japanese.
Although the battle on Ruiwu Road in the north and the Nanxun Line in the south were fought in darkness and blood flowed like rivers, at the Wushimen line, the Chinese and Japanese troops had a tacit understanding that they would not offend each other, and no one would take the initiative to provoke the other.
The Japanese aviation units went to support two other battlefields, leaving the Chinese defenders at Wushimen with a rare few days of peace.
Although the Japanese troops had died down and had no plans to attack for the time being, the Chinese troops defending on the front line of Wushimen did not dare to be careless.
Whether it is the commanders of each army or the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level, they all know that with the character of vengeance for the enemy, they will never retreat so willingly.
Although the battlefield is now quiet, there is an undercurrent surging beneath the silence, and a violent storm is brewing. When the little devils rest and replenish their ammunition, a more brutal battle will begin as scheduled.
The brothers felt uneasy in this calm atmosphere, and the officers also keenly felt the signs before the storm.
After each unit replenished its weapons, ammunition and soldiers, it sent countless reconnaissance units to pay close attention to the enemy's movements, and on the other hand, it actively carried out training to prepare for the new battle.
The scorching sun was baking the earth, heat waves were billowing in the air, and even the green leaves were drooping and wilting.
Although the high temperature continues, the enthusiasm of the brothers for training has not diminished. The brothers led by Liu Yidao, naked from the waist up, holding big swords, shouting "kill Zhentian", are practicing sword skills.
"kill!"
Liu Yidao's skin was dark red from the sun and stained with sweat, and the sharp sword danced with great force in his hand.
"kill!"
The brothers of the third battalion's sword company were all capable and tough men. With the tiger's roar in unison, the swords slashed out diagonally in unison, with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.
Many brothers from other battalions hid under the shade of trees, looking at the murderous sword company, and applauded one after another.
In an era when guns dominated the battlefield, this big blade should have withdrawn from the stage of history. However, the Chinese troops often lacked ammunition and often needed to fight with the Japs several times in a battle.
Although the brothers are also equipped with bayonets, the quality is not up to standard and the quantity is small. A company can only have a few dozen brothers with bayonets.
Therefore, many brothers who do not have bayonets either buy them from the black market or scrounge the backs of some large knives from other places for use in close combat.
Liu Yidao was born in the Northwest Army and was good at using broadswords. After returning from his injury, he suggested to Yang Ling that the broadsword company should be reorganized and placed under the command of his third battalion.
Liu Yidao personally served as an instructor and conducted special training for the Broadsword Company, hoping that they would become a force that would scare the little devils.
"It's really good. Although the little devils are very good at stabbing, I'm afraid you have to be defeated when you encounter them!"
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao was inspecting the troops surrounded by a group of officers. When he saw Liu Yidao practicing his sword in training, he couldn't help but praise him.
Yang Ling, who accompanied Zhou Zhidao on his inspection, smiled and echoed: "This Battalion Commander Liu is from the Northwest Army. He has a cunning and vicious swordsmanship. Most people are no match for him."
"Oh? It turns out that I am from the Northwest Army. No wonder I feel familiar with the sword skills. I remember that the 29th Army Sword Team used this sword to kill the little devil at Xifengkou of the Great Wall until the blood flowed into a river. Unfortunately, later... alas, no
Just say it."
Although the 29th Army killed the Japanese at Xifengkou with bloodshed, it was unable to support itself with no reinforcements or logistical support. As the Japanese increased their troops, they were ultimately defeated.
Thinking of what happened to them, Yang Ling felt aggrieved and aggrieved for the sacrificed soldiers. But fortunately, now all the provinces and armies have united to resist foreign enemies, and the situation is many times better than before.
"Travel seat! Group seat!"
When Liu Yidao saw Yang Ling and the others approaching, he hurriedly stopped training and trotted over to salute.
Zhou Zhidao returned the military salute, looked Liu Yidao up and down with his eyes, looked at the scars and bullet holes all over his body, and couldn't help but nodded secretly.
These scars and bullet holes are the best honor of a veteran and make people awe-inspiring.
"You guys practiced well!" Zhou Zhidao praised him face to face.
Liu Yidao was also someone who couldn't stand compliments. His face suddenly filled with excitement, he stood up and shouted loudly: "Thank you very much for the compliment!"
"Okay, you practice hard. If you are effective at killing enemies, I will ask you to work as an instructor at the brigade headquarters and promote your broadsword skills throughout the brigade."
Hearing what Brigadier Zhou Zhidao said, Liu Yidao's face flushed with excitement and he didn't know what to say for a while.
"The sun is very hot. Although you practice swordsmanship, you should also pay attention to rest. Relaxation will be more effective." Zhou Zhidao instructed.
"Yes! I will comply with all the instructions of the host." Liu Yidao agreed quickly.
Zhou Zhidao was in a good mood and asked with concern: "Do you have any difficulties? If you have any difficulties, just raise them and we will help solve them if we can."
Liu Yidao was already stunned by the few words of praise from brigade commander Zhou Zhidao. He was about to answer when he felt his lower back was stabbed by Yang Ling, and he stopped talking immediately.
"What? How can a grown man be so shy?" Seeing Liu Yidao's hesitating and squirming expression, Zhou Zhidao was amused. The officers around him covered their mouths and laughed.
If they knew that the man standing in front of them was the God of Death on the battlefield, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to laugh anymore.
"Tourist, there is one difficulty..." Liu Yidao said while looking at Zhou Zhidao's face.
"Speak." Zhou Zhidao put his hands behind his back and spoke boldly.
Liu Yidao no longer had any worries and hurriedly said: "Brigade, although our sword company is very capable in close combat, once the enemy pulls us away, its combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. Carrying long spears is a heavy burden. Do you think you can equip us with some?"
Short gun..."
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao was also stunned. He did not expect Liu Yidao to make such a request. The short guns of the army now include flower machine guns and shell pistols.
In a close range shootout, he could hold down the Japs firmly. He had a guard pistol platoon, but now that he suddenly had to allocate nearly two hundred short guns and ammunition to Liu Yidao and the others, he hesitated for a while.
"Master, if you have any difficulties, just forget it and pretend I didn't tell you."
Seeing Zhou Zhidao's hesitation, Liu Yidao added.
Brigadier Zhou Zhidao now regrets that he said such big words, but he cannot go back on his words in front of so many people.
"Although the troops are short of ammunition, they still have some in the warehouse. How about I give you 150 short guns and 20,000 rounds of ammunition."
Liu Yidao did not expect to be able to get an extra batch of short guns and ammunition. He almost jumped up with excitement and hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you very much, sir! I want to thank you on behalf of the brothers!"
Yang Ling also smiled calmly. To improve the combat effectiveness of the army, not only does the brothers need to be brave and good at fighting, weapons and equipment also play a big role.
As a commander, he particularly hopes that his troops will have as many weapons and equipment as possible, so that they can suppress the Japanese on the battlefield and increase the chance of survival of his brothers.