Eight hundred and seventieth chapters tragic battle
On the dark and broken battlefield, the charging wave collided head-on with the Japanese's fighting troops.
"Huh! Huh!..."
The bayonet penetrated the gun and made a dull sound. The brothers and the Japanese in the front row used all their strength to rush into each other, and the bayonet penetrated the opponent's body almost at the same time.
The little devils are well-nourished and strong and strong. In this kind of close-range collision, their good explosive power takes an absolute advantage.
The skinny Chinese officers and soldiers who rushed forward were knocked backwards by the huge brute force when their bayonets were stabbed into the Japanese's bodies, and blood gushed out.
But the little Japs didn't feel comfortable either. They had barely pulled out their bayonets when desperate guerrilla officers and soldiers flew over and knocked them down, and then the cold-sharp blades touched their necks.
Although the troops under General Ma Yuren are all guerrilla officers and soldiers, they are not weak in strength, and a considerable part of the troops are experienced veterans.
They were both troops who were broken up on the Songhu battlefield and retreated to Jiangsu, and there were also stragglers who were withdrawn from the Xuzhou battlefield and were later gathered into the guerrillas.
In this guerrilla group, there were not only local officers and soldiers from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but also many officers and soldiers from the southwest region.
The guerrillas were mixed with stragglers from the Guangxi Army, the Yunnan Army, and the Sichuan Army. Many of them got separated from the main force during the battle.
In this era of backward transportation and communication, they are scattered in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, thousands of miles away from their hometown, and they cannot even find their way home without knowing a few Chinese characters.
Fortunately, the guerrillas gathered them together, allowing them to finally get some supplies and ammunition, and all they needed to do was continue fighting.
They cannot go home, nor can they take off their military uniforms and become ordinary people, because after leaving the guerrillas, their strong dialect makes it difficult to communicate with the local people, and they can't even find food.
They are a group of officers and soldiers fighting in a foreign land, a group of officers and soldiers who have no way out and no future, and their only hope is to defeat the Japanese.
Only after defeating the Japanese can they find their own troops, prove their identity, and return to their hometown after a long absence. However, this road is destined to be extremely difficult. Many people were not able to return to their distant hometown until they died in battle.
hometown.
"kill!"
These guerrilla death squads who spoke different dialects had amazing fighting capabilities. They killed a small group of Japanese soldiers head-on with just one encounter.
The dozen or so Japs facing them were stabbed into bloody sieves by them, and they stepped on the bodies of the Japs as they rushed forward.
On the dark battlefield, bayonets and broadswords collided, making a clanging sound. Blood gushed out amid roars and shouts, and even the air was stained with blood.
"Da da da......"
The Japanese's light machine guns fired at the flanks, constantly killing the guerrilla officers and soldiers who broke out of the battle group, but they still could not stop the guerrilla officers and soldiers from charging forward.
Five or six Japs were stabbed with bayonets and fell into the trenches. Immediately afterwards, red-eyed guerrilla officers and soldiers jumped into the trenches and stabbed them severely.
"Commander, they broke in!"
There was blood mist in the telescope, and a staff officer shouted excitedly when he saw the guerrilla officers and soldiers rushing into the Japanese trenches.
"Second Battalion, rush forward and hold on!" Commander Ma Yuren saw this scene and had no choice but to shout hurriedly.
Several hundred more guerrilla officers and soldiers jumped out of the trenches and rushed forward quickly.
“Bang bang bang!”
The enemy's artillery shells hit, and the follow-up troops who had just rushed out were knocked over by the bombs. Commander Ma Yuren looked as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Let them rush forward with all their strength. If they rush in, the Japanese will not dare to fire!" After receiving the order, the ordering soldier rushed into the smoke of gunfire.
When the Japanese artillery blocked the follow-up troops, the brothers of the death squads were already strangled with the Japanese.
The bayonets of a squadron of Japanese soldiers collided with the officers and soldiers of the death squads, and they were tumbling about in a scuffle, wailing and screaming loudly.
"You little devil, die!"
The veteran, who had survived hundreds of battles, laughed loudly, holding a bundle of cluster grenades in his hand and pounced on the place where the Japs were.
"Boom!"
The smoke rings of the dull explosion were spreading, and flesh and blood rose from time to time in the battle group. The Japanese were frightened by the death squad's fighting style.
These little devils were all drawn from the reserves and reserve forces. They had never experienced the battles in Shanghai and Nanjing. Their daily targets were local guerrillas and farmers who had just put down their hoes.
In the eyes of the little devil, the squadron composed of peasants is just a bunch of rabble, they are enough to crush them into powder.
But this time they are not facing new recruits, but veterans who have spent the rest of their lives fighting, veterans who have been through hell several times.
Did these brave warriors who crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountains of corpses deserve their fame in vain?
"Kill Gai Gai!"
The Japanese sergeant roared like a wild beast and knocked over a seriously injured guerrilla officer and soldier. He was also a veteran. But at this moment, he seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He tried to struggle but was so powerless.
"ah!"
However, the Japanese military commander refused to let him go. The saber pierced the veteran's back fiercely and penetrated deeply. The veteran's mouth was filled with blood foam. The severe pain made him open his mouth and the blood foam kept pouring out.
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"Young Japs, I'm your ancestor!" Veteran Luo Feng saw his brother being tortured and killed by Japs, and immediately rushed towards him with red eyes.
The little devil also heard the roar a few meters away. He ferociously pulled out the saber that pierced the veteran's body, and a fountain of blood spurted out.
The veteran of hundreds of battles who was still breathing looked at Luo Feng who was rushing towards him, and showed an extremely ugly smile. The light in his pupils was quickly fading.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the Japs Sergeant's mouth, holding a bloody saber in both hands, and with a strange scream, he met the angry veteran Luo Feng.
"Qiang!"
The Jaap Sergeant's saber collided with the ancestral Ghost-headed Sword in Luo Feng's hand. The two sides passed each other, and the violent collision caused the jaws of both sides to crack.
Both the Japanese Army Sergeant and Luo Feng turned around quickly. The Japanese Army Sergeant saw the intact Ghost-headed Sword in Luo Feng's hand, and his face was full of surprise.
Due to the lack of bayonets, Chinese officers and soldiers often had to use broadswords to fight. However, due to the forging process, the quality of the broadsword was uneven, and many times it broke when it collided with the Japanese saber.
The Japs' sabers are produced on an assembly line, and lead is added to increase the hardness, so the quality is guaranteed. Although it is not as good as the samurai sword, it is still extremely sharp.
Luo Feng and the Jaap only had one round of fighting to figure out the Jag's strength. Although his cold and stern face was covered in dust, it looked even more ferocious. With a low roar, he rushed towards the Jaap Sergeant again.
Not to be outdone, the Japanese soldier fought fiercely. The swords of both sides collided again. Their vicious eyes and angry glances collided. The two sides were almost nose to nose.
Luo Feng was a veteran of hundreds of battles and had many ways of killing people. After the knife was blocked by the Japs, in a flash of lightning, his knees bent and hit the Japs' crotch.
"ah!"
The severe pain caused the little devil's face to become twisted and ferocious. When the devil subconsciously bent down and let go, Luo Feng reached out with one hand and twisted his head. The sharp blade of the ghost-head knife had been quickly pulled across the devil's neck.
A fountain of blood spurted out from the Japs neck, and he collapsed unwillingly, and was kicked into the trench by Luo Feng.
"Quickly retreat! We can't win!" As soon as Luo Feng killed the Japanese soldier, a brother next to him dragged him back.
Luo Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that about three hundred Japanese troops had already charged forward, while their follow-up troops were pushed back by Japanese artillery fire.
There are only a few dozen of them surviving now, and they are no match for the Japanese's hundreds of soldiers, so they have to stumble back again.
However, the Japanese planes swooped up as if they were joining in the fun. They flew arrogantly at low altitude, and the strong airflow pushed Luo Feng and a veteran into the trench.
The sharp wings directly cut off several brothers who were unable to dodge, and as soon as the two Japanese planes passed by, the other two pounced down, and the machine gun trajectories fiercely cut into the retreating team, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
"Grenade!"
Seeing the Japanese behind them rushing forward, the remaining veterans threw back all the remaining grenades.
After throwing the grenades, they ran towards their own positions, one grenade and two grenades, and soon the grenades behind them exploded into a loud noise.
When veteran Luo Feng gasped and threw himself into his trench, the enemy's shells also followed and pushed in the blown soil.
He looked up and saw the familiar face of another veteran who had rolled into the trench with a gray face. Both of them were breathing heavily and leaning against the wall of the trench, grinning ugly, thankful that they survived again.