The lingering gunpowder smoke and lingering dust obscured a neighborhood strewn with corpses. The pale light of flares in the distance complemented the burning flames swept by the north wind.
The dark streets loomed in the light like monsters with fangs exposed, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. In the dust, the brothers were cleaning up the mess.
The more than two hundred Japanese infantrymen who were ambushing were all sent to see the Lord of Hell. The brothers' bodies were dusty and smoking, and their faces were covered with bloodstains and tiny wounds. Some of them had their own, but most of them were little Japs.
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It was a crazy and daring action to attack a reinforced Japanese squadron with two platoons, but the war itself was a gamble with huge risks. If you win, you will get flowers and applause, if you lose, you will die.
The company commander won a bet with his knife. These little Japanese in ambush never thought that a small intersecting force they sent over to let the troops behind them kill them would kill them with a carbine.
The injured brothers were carried out one by one from the burning houses and placed in the yard. The brothers who were covered in blood and died in the battle were also found from the pile of Japanese soldiers.
There were also red-eyed brothers who were carrying bloody bayonets and looking for Japs alive in the ruins. From time to time, they found a few Japs stunned by grenades.
Facing these little devils who were struggling to resist, the brothers with red eyes did not hesitate at all, raised their hands and struck out with a knife.
"These little devils are really incompetent."
The fire in the mouth of the company commander Daozi was extinguished. He held a cigarette in his bloody hand and stuffed it into his mouth with some weakness. His eyes swept over the corpse of the Japanese lying on the ground, his face full of disdain.
Veteran Luo Feng wrapped his bleeding arm with a bandage taken from the Japs, while giving Dao Zi a roll of his eyes, but he was secretly cursing him for being such a good boy despite being so advantageous.
With two platoons of troops, they attacked several times the number of Japs and even won. Luo Feng didn't know whether to say they were lucky or lucky.
You must know that under normal circumstances, the strength of a small Japanese squadron is enough to defeat a Chinese regiment, but now they only have two platoons to clean up so many Japanese soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables. He still has a sudden feeling.
The feeling of dream.
However, Luo Feng was convinced when he saw those guerrilla officers and soldiers who were covered in blood and looked like the ferocious Yama. They were all a bunch of lunatics.
"Company commander, thirty of our brothers were injured, fifteen were seriously injured, and the rest are minor injuries and will not affect the battle."
Although Daozi and the others used hundreds of grenades to clear the way for a sweeping attack on the Japanese, the remaining Japanese still caused heavy casualties to them.
If it were a real head-on confrontation, Daozi and his two platoons wouldn't be able to give the Japs enough teeth, but the fact now is that they defeated the little Japs.
"Leave five brothers to take care of the wounded on the spot, send people back to call the stretcher team and the medical team, and those who can still fight will go with me to the warehouse!"
When Daozi heard the reported casualties, his face, darkened by gunfire, showed an unnoticeable look of grief. He immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, untied the ammunition box from the Japanese soldier and tied it to himself before standing up.
The brothers, who were covered in blood and were a little exhausted, stood up one after another. They had already collected ammunition from the little devil's body.
They just did it casually to attack the little Japs lurking here. Their mission was to penetrate deep and control the Japs' ammunition depots and warehouses to prevent the Japs from jumping over the wall and being blown up.
Veteran Luo Feng also wrapped a few circles of cloth around the handle of his blood-stained Ghost Head Sword, and stood up without moving.
"Can you hold on?" The knife pointed at Luo Feng's arm, which had been slashed by the Japanese.
Luo Feng grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth: "It's a small injury, it doesn't matter."
Daozi thought for a while, then stuffed the Japs officer's Nanbu pistol and a handful of bullets that he had seized from his waist into Luo Feng's hand: "If you are injured, use this for convenience."
Facing Knife's kindness, Luo Feng showed no pretense at all. After saying his thanks, he put the bullet in his pocket.
"Set off!"
After Dao Zi shouted, he took the lead out of the yard with a 38-meter rifle loaded with bullets. The brothers who were less than one platoon followed, and soon disappeared into the darkness of the alley, heading towards the rear of the Japanese.
And go.
Not long after Daozi and the others left, a group of ghostly black shadows emerged from the darkness with quick movements. They hid a pair of cold eyes under their skull helmets.
Major Makino Kanan led the Skeleton Special Forces to come for reinforcements, but what they didn't expect was that the battle was already over when they arrived.
Knife and the others first dealt a covering blow with grenades, and then rushed into the smoke and stabbed them with bayonets. The battle started and ended quickly. Makino Kanan and the others arrived too late.
In the swaying light of the burning fire, an entire wall collapsed due to the bombing. Looking into the courtyard through these collapsed walls, they were all piled up with corpses of Japanese soldiers, and the pungent smell of blood rose to the sky.
"Bagya Road!"
When Major Makino Kanan saw this scene, he suddenly became furious and let out a low roar. Although these were soldiers of the regular army, he still felt a great shame.
When did they become so weak that they were killed in large numbers by the squadron? The raging roars surged in Makino Kanan's chest.
An entire squadron of soldiers were cleared away like melons and vegetables, and their corpses were strewn all over the alley. They were blocked and destroyed by machine guns from both ends...
Just when Makino Kanan was extremely angry, he suddenly heard voices coming from a dilapidated courtyard in front of him.
Makino Kanan looked stern. There were actually soldiers from the Squadron here. He waved his hand, and behind him, the murderous Skeleton Special Forces soldiers were pressed against the wall full of bullet holes, and their figures were among the rubble and corpses.
The moment flashed, and they quickly surrounded him.
"Wow!"
A Japanese soldier stepped on the broken bricks and made a sound. A guerrilla sentry who was lying on the wall on guard quickly raised his gun in the direction of the sound.
When he used the light from a pile of burning embers to see a group of dark Japanese approaching, his expression changed wildly.
"A Japs are here!"
The vigilant guerrilla sentry fired a shot into the darkness. There was a muffled sound in the darkness, and someone was shot.
"Ready to fight!"
The other brothers who stayed in the courtyard to take care of the wounded quickly grabbed the rifles beside them and ran towards the gaps in the courtyard wall, preparing to block the attack.
"Puff..."
The soldiers of the Japanese Skeleton Special Forces had accurate marksmanship. When they saw a flash of gunfire on the wall, they raised their hands and fired. The head of the guerrilla sentry burst out with a puff of blood and rolled down from the wall with a plop.
Several other brothers just rushed to the wall, and after just firing one shot, they were shot and fell to the ground.
"Huh! Huh!"
Immediately afterwards, Japanese soldiers with murderous intent rushed forward and stabbed the corpse with bayonets, causing fountains of blood to spurt out.
The wounded who stayed in the yard saw countless black figures rushing in, and they all struggled to grab their guns. The movement caused their wounds to burst, and they were covered in sweat.
"Kill them all!"
Japanese Major Makino Kanan stepped into the yard and saw the wounded guerrillas surrounded in a circle, his eyes turned vicious.
Before the wounded could grab the gun, the bayonet had already penetrated their bodies. They lowered their hands feebly and their eyes began to wander.
"Sheng Rendan!"
A wounded man saw the flash of blood in front of his eyes and knew that he was unlikely to survive. He took out the grenade under him and smashed it against the bricks next to him.
Every Chinese officer and soldier carries a "Chengren bomb" at all times to prevent them from being tortured if they fall into the hands of the Japanese.
When Daozi and the others left, they left some of the captured grenades for the wounded as usual, but what they didn't expect was that they would be put to use so quickly.
"Boom!"
The skeleton special forces who were stabbing down with bayonets did not expect that these wounded soldiers actually had grenades. Their faces showed panic. They heard a loud noise and were immediately thrown away by a huge force.