No one can clearly understand the panic and despair that the Japanese soldiers felt when they rushed towards the gun only to find that the place where the gun was fired in their memory had turned into air.
Probably no one would have thought about this tactic of someone stealing the gun before being attacked by someone. It's not that they don't have enough brains, but that they don't have time to think about what the Japanese army will face outside the building.
, it was not as simple as dozens of burly men, they were holding rifles with bayonets inserted in their hands that were more than 1.5 meters long, almost as tall as they were.
When the nearly 20 centimeters long and slightly cold blade penetrated their bodies, I don’t know if these Japanese invaders had a sense of déjà vu in time and space. In the past, they also used bayonets to penetrate the soft human body.
, but this time, they became unarmed people who could only watch and poke.
The mood must be very complicated!
Anyway, no Japanese soldier wants to die like this.
Some of them howled and rushed towards the bayonet bravely, using their bodies as shields to block the bayonet while holding their rifles tightly with both hands, hoping that this would allow their companions around them to snatch the rifles or attack the enemy attacking them in front of them.
Some of them ran away desperately, trying to escape from this killing field.
Others, when they realize that the situation is irreversible, surrender on their knees with their hands raised, although there are very few such people.
But no matter what, what they greeted was the light of the bayonet illuminated by the bonfire, whether they resisted, fled, or surrendered.
Private First Class Hashimoto Ichiyama is a commendable type of courage. After he failed to find the rifle that was placed three meters away from him at the first time, the Japanese Army Baggage Regiment First Class Soldier burst out with extraordinary courage. He chose to pounce on the menacing enemy.
The Chinese bayonets stabbed him. He believed that the fellow countrymen around him would understand his efforts and would use his cover to seize the Chinese rifles or attack the Chinese.
It is said that before death, a person will burst out with his usual strength. This is true. Although Hashimoto Ichiyama's life is passing away due to the burst of blood, the hands holding the gun barrel are bursting with energy.
Unparalleled power.
Even the Chinese sergeant in front of him, who was considered strong in China because of his thick muscles and round waist, blushed and was unable to pull out the bayonet from the Japanese superior soldier who had decided to fight for his life. However, on the verge of desperation, he burst out with a powerful force.
After all, Hashimoto Kazuyama, who was fighting hard, still didn't fully understand the situation. Their total number of people outside the building was only about 50, and before they were alerted, they had already lost five or six people, and their strength had already been reduced sharply to less than 50 people.
But the Chinese soldiers who attacked, except for the ten soldiers holding submachine guns on the periphery, the entire company participated in hand-to-hand combat. Oh, no, it should be said that 71 people were massacred to be precise. Although it was a group fight against a group fight, it was obvious that
The party with more people will never give the opportunity to the place with fewer people to fight against the more people.
From the beginning, they divided the work with four infantry squads to deal with the Japanese troops in one direction. And a super fierce man like Lei Xiong, even though he looked like a ferocious butcher with two bayonets, he mainly led ten people on the fire.
around the pile to prevent any fish that slipped through the net from escaping, and did not participate in the massacre in the encirclement.
Chen Yunfa had promised that not a single Japanese soldier should escape. If one of them escaped, everyone here would die.
The bright bonfire illuminates the entire "slaughterhouse", and there will be no darkness as a cover for anyone.
However, even if this is the case, if there are 60 people versus more than 40 people, there will still be more than a dozen people fighting each other.
The Japanese army who wanted to exchange lives for lives thought too much after all.
For example, the Japanese soldier who held the gun barrel at the cost of his life soon became desperate. His fellow countrymen did not step forward to act with him. It was not that he was not brave enough, but the Chinese did not give him a chance at all. The other one was carrying a bayonet.
His rifle mercilessly stabbed the fellow villagers around him, and the screams of hometown slang hurt his eardrums.
Hashimoto Ichiyama glanced at his companions from the corner of his eye, and his heart felt cold. Of course he knew why his fellow countrymen, who had always had a good relationship with each other, were crying out in pain. The Chinese soldier's bayonet did not stab the chest directly, but penetrated diagonally upward from the ribs, and then
As the Chinese soldier flipped his wrist violently, the bayonet inserted into his body rubbed against his ribs, making an unforgettable sound.
That is not only the sound of death, but also torture, the torture before death.
That really hurts! Hashimoto Ichiyama remembered that he found a 12- or 13-year-old Chinese boy a few days ago. He stabbed him to death several times. The Chinese boy cried and shouted for dozens of times.
He called his mother and died. At that time, he never thought that one day, the Chinese would respond to him and his colleagues with the same or even more cruel methods.
As a first-class soldier who has been in the army for more than three years, Wang Xiaoer knows that the operation he just performed will undoubtedly hurt the bayonet blade. During the stabbing training, the instructor told him how to avoid hard bones from penetrating into soft muscles.
Organization, firstly, it can kill the opponent better, and secondly, it can prevent the bayonet from curling. For the standard bayonet of a mid-level rifle whose steel quality is not very good, once the blade curls, it will be very troublesome, not only when stabbing, it will not be smooth enough.
, it is also very difficult to break the barbed wire fence.
But Wang Xiaoer just wanted to be so willful today. Facing the Japanese soldier who tried to attack his deputy squad leader, he deliberately avoided the vital points of his chest and chose the strongest ribs of the Japanese soldier's body, working from bottom to top.
It took a lot of effort to pick at the thorns.
The bayonet touched the hard bone, but it could not stop a 22-year-old boy from exerting all his strength on the bayonet. The bayonet was inserted diagonally into the Japanese's chest. Wang Xiaoer could clearly hear the sound of the bayonet rubbing against the bones.
My heart immediately felt very happy.
However, this was not enough. When most of the bayonet blade penetrated the Japanese soldier's chest, Wang Xiaoer twisted it with all his strength, breaking several of the Japanese soldier's ribs again. At the same time, the sharp bayonet even cut the soft internal organs in the Japanese soldier's chest.
Stir into a ball.
Whatever you did to my brother, you will get it back to me. Wang Xiaoer was filled with joy. He did not remember the small-scale but extremely bloody hand-to-hand combat in front of Sihang Warehouse two days ago, but he could never forget the
The Battle of Zhabei and a Japanese counterattack.
Except for those who died in battle, most of the brothers in the class returned. Only the squad leader, who had been taking care of him like a father and brother since he joined the army, could not return to the battlefield. One of his legs was broken. He crawled on the ground with difficulty trying to return to Three Hundred
The trenches meters away.
However, the Japanese army came. They found him.
A soldier who dies on the battlefield has nothing to complain about.
However, in front of everyone, the Japanese army stabbed the squad leader who had already broken a leg with no less than five bayonets and held it up in the trench 300 meters away to demonstrate to the Chinese position opposite.
From a distance of 100 meters, Wang Xiaoer couldn't see clearly the expression on the squad leader's face. He didn't even know it was the squad leader at the beginning, if not for the fact that Captain Lei looked at it with a telescope and said with a dark face that it was the third squad leader.
But he could see the squad leader's arm moving. He was still alive, even though he was poked by the Japanese army's five bayonets and raised high above the trench. Five bayonets! The squad leader must have been in pain at that time! Wang Xiaoer has already memorized it.
It was unclear whether it was him or who else roared and fired into the trenches with more than five light machine guns in the company. He opened fire at the squad leader who was poked by five bayonets. Even when the Japanese grenades began to attack the machine gun fire points, the gunshots were still heard.
Didn't stop.
Until, the squad leader's hand in the telescope was completely drooped.
The squad leader did not die under the bayonet of the Japanese. It was his own people who helped him relieve his pain after killing two machine gun shooters. Wang Xiaoer also knew that Captain Lei, who had always been wild and unruly, smoked even more fiercely since then.
, that is the biggest hobby of the squad leader who always carries a pipe and pot.
Finally, he was allowed to wait for this day, when he could stab the bayonet into the chests of these Japanese with his own hands. If he didn't understand Japanese, he really wanted to ask these Japanese in Japanese: "Does this hurt?"
"Damn it, does it hurt?" Wang Xiaoer finally asked happily in his hometown dialect, although he knew that the short man opposite him must be in pain and he would definitely not understand.
Otherwise, the scream would have been comparable to that of a New Year pig about to be slaughtered. It was the only pig slaughtering in Wang Xiaoer's life, and the memory could not be more profound.
"You idiot Wang Xiaoer, there is so much nonsense, come and help me if you kill the idiot, this guy is very energetic." The sergeant on the side tried hard to pull the gun and tug of war with Hashimoto Kazyama, who was already counting down his life.
, while scolding angrily.
"Squad deputy, he wants a gun, why don't we just give it to him?" Wang Xiaoer, who was filled with hatred for killing a Japanese soldier, glanced around and saw that the brothers around him were busy killing people, and couldn't help but laugh.
He loosened his hand slightly, and also held the gun barrel, but already had more air coming out and less air coming in. The Japs collapsed on the ground and twitched. Then, he took out the 38 bayonets that had been prepared from his waist, held them in his backhand, and his eyes gradually became dull.
Hashimoto Ichiyama, who had only the remaining instincts of life, had his face cut with a sword.
The bayonet penetrated from the cheek bone and penetrated into the skull. Hashimoto Ichiyama opened his mouth and let out a scream that was louder than his companions. He released the gun barrel that he was holding tightly and scratched his face with both hands, trying to kill the gun that had penetrated the face by more than ten centimeters.
Get rid of the bayonet.
Compared to the bayonet stabbing into his abdomen, this stabbing obviously made his pain ten times more severe.
However, his futile actions will only make him more painful, especially when the tip of the knife stirs in the skull cavity. But these are the most normal things for a person who has lost his mind.
"Little darling, if you have the ability, pull it out yourself!" Wang Xiaoer smiled and let go of the handle of the knife, letting the Japanese soldier fall to the ground howling and holding the blade tightly with both hands.
Any tremor of the blade would cause a new round of severe pain. Hashimoto Kazuyama ushered in eternal darkness amidst the waves of severe pain. Before that, he had already been in great pain due to the spurts of urine and feces.
He became incontinent.
Rather than saying that he died of excessive bleeding, it would be better to say that he suffered from pain throughout his life.
"What a bastard, so cruel!" the national army sergeant frowned, not knowing whether he meant that the Japanese soldier in front of him was tough enough. He received a bayonet in the abdomen and a knife in the face, but he still had the strength to howl like a fat man being slaughtered.
Pig, or rather, this superior soldier in the squad is killing people like chickens while laughing.
Maybe, both!
War makes death more cruel, and people become more cruel.