Chapter 324 The Prestige of the Sword Army (2nd Update at the end of the month)
His father, who had been silently guarding him for three years, died in front of his eyes with the Japanese tanks.
How could Li Guobin's heart not hurt? All the unwillingness and grievances disappeared at this moment, and all that filled his heart was grief and unspeakable self-blame.
The fifth squad leader turned out to be Captain Li's father? Tang Yongming and the more than 30 surviving soldiers were equally surprised. They looked at Li Guobin, who was kneeling on the ground and beating the ground with his fists. His eyes were full of sympathy. Of course, even more
Mostly admiration.
The matter of blowing up the Japanese tanks was drawn by lot under the auspices of the young company commander Li Guobin. The veteran won the lottery, and he also led his fifth squad to complete this desperate mission.
The enemy tanks kept roaring not far away. Every loud bang meant that one member of the fifth squad was missing; every loud bang seemed to be a tribute to the veterans; every loud bang was also playing.
Listening to the death knell of the puppet troops on the top of the mountain.
When the young lieutenant Li Guobin raised his head and looked into the distance with a pair of blood-red eyes, the four Japanese tanks that were still menacing before turned into four candles. Explosions continued to be heard from the tanks, which were the sacrifices of artillery shells and bullets.
Exploding sound.
A thin soldier ran staggeringly from the trench in the distance, stood in front of Tang Yongming and Li Guobin, and said with a heavy cry: "Report to the commander, the fifth squad has completed the combat mission, please return to the team."
Eight people from the fifth squad went out and blew up four tanks. This was the only soldier left in the fifth squad. Li Guobin felt a throbbing pain in his heart.
"Correct." Tang Yongming's resolute face showed a hint of softness, he patted the little soldier on the shoulder and replied.
The four tanks were burning, as if they were four torches lighting up the top of the mountain. The Japanese officers at the foot of the mountain were observing every move of the mountain with binoculars. The Japanese army officers, big and small, were all stunned. The invincible imperial weapon turned out to be just...
It was damaged like this on a small hillside in China.
Even the Chinese did not have any large-scale weapons, so they lit the 11-ton steel monster into a torch. The night before, they had vowed to make Haikou the fate of Lieutenant Colonel Watanabe, who would continue to bloom the flower of honor of the Watanabe family.
, no need to think about it at all.
The tank has high protection, but if it is blown up, it will be an iron coffin, and the people inside will be smoked to death even if they are not killed by the explosion.
The puppet troops in the trenches were also staring at each other. All their previous victories were because they had the tanks of the Japanese masters. The reckless shooting of more than a dozen machine guns almost wiped out all the firepower points of the enemy troops who dared to resist.
Otherwise, how could they have boarded the enemy's position so easily?
However, it was all gone in the blink of an eye? How should we fight the rest of the battle? Everyone turned their eyes to the major who had hidden themselves well in the trench, that was their frontline commander.
At this time, there were no more artillery shells falling on the position. Zhao Ergou's artillery battery had already fired a basic number of artillery shells. What's more, the two armies were now almost completely intertwined. Liu Lang issued an order to stop the artillery bombardment.
No one fired, and the position fell into an eerie silence. The soldiers on both sides lying on the edge of the trench seemed to be able to hear each other's heavy breathing.
Now, it's finally our turn. Looking up at the sky that was somewhat darkened by gunpowder smoke, a stern look flashed across Tang Yongming's elegant face, and he loudly ordered: "Blow the trumpet, charge."
"Beep..." The sound of the charge horn, familiar to the people of the future republic, sounded sadly on the battlefield.
No need to be surprised. The main generals of both the Red Army and the National Army came from the Whampoa Military Academy. The trumpets used by the two armies to convey orders were also the same. Even the charging bugles were almost the same. Before 1927, they were collectively called
We are a revolutionary army, we just have different political views.
The two companies that had been waiting for a long time poured in from behind the mountain through the communication trenches towards Position No. 1. In only twenty seconds, they passed through the dozens of remaining comrades in the second trench of Position No. 1, and grenades were destroyed one by one.
Throw it towards the first trench more than 20 meters away. In the smoke rising into the sky, more than 300 soldiers holding swords jumped into the trench.
They didn't even carry long spears on their backs. They just held the unique equipment of the Northwest Army - broadswords - and rushed towards the puppet soldiers with a look of horror on their faces.
"Brothers, do you still have the energy? Those who can move, follow me to kill the thieves." Li Guobin, with red eyes, pulled out the big knife from behind, raised his arms and shouted.
No one spoke, and everyone present, including Tang Yongming, who could move, silently drew out his knife and told the young lieutenant who had just lost his father the facts.
They can all kill and kill.
The small surviving soldier of the fifth squad also raised his bayonet-mounted gun. A soldier with less than one year of service was not qualified to use a broadsword.
The distance of more than twenty meters is approaching in an instant. Everyone only has time to pull the trigger once. It is undoubtedly stupid to pull the bolt and shoot at this time. The best reaction of an excellent infantry at this time is to rush up and shoot the
Stab down the enemy soldiers who are charging towards you.
Yes, hand-to-hand combat, the most brutal hand-to-hand combat in the war, broke out so easily. Hand-to-hand combat is different from the war with hot weapons such as guns and artillery. Whether you knock down the enemy with one shot or blow up the enemy with one shot, the enemy will be scattered.
, but they are all far away, and you cannot feel the temperature of the blood. In the cruel hand-to-hand combat, you can not only feel the blood rising from the sky at close range, but also the warmth of the blood, which is very close at hand.
A general once said that hand-to-hand combat can best test the quality of an army. An army that has not experienced hand-to-hand combat can never be called a strong army.
In fact, what I mean is that hand-to-hand combat is extremely cruel. For an army that has not experienced such brutal battles, you cannot be sure how strong his will to fight will be.
What is the most striking feature of the 29th Army, which was formed based on the Northwest Army? It is that everyone carries a big sword on their back. Even in the most difficult days of living in Shanxi, the 29th Army, known as the Big Sword Army, always
I practice my sword hard day by day without being able to master it.
If the Chinese army in the 1930s and 1940s was not afraid of hand-to-hand combat, then the 29th Army could definitely occupy a place. In the past, the 29th Army used its broadsword to attack thousands of Japanese invaders at night, paving the way for a complete defeat in the Battle of the Great Wall.
I regained some face and pulled a fig leaf for the bald principal who was busy "suppressing bandits".
Even the Japanese army, which is famous for its stabbing skills, suffered heavy losses under the sword, let alone the puppet army trained by the Japanese. If the puppet army's combat effectiveness is not weak, it depends on when the war goes well.
They are more ferocious than wolves and more ferocious than tigers, but once the war goes wrong, they will be a pile of scum.
A group of soldiers without faith can at best be called a group of armed bandits, but cannot become an army.
Puppet army is the most appropriate name for them.