Chapter 337 Hand Blade (15th update at the end of the month)
The battle was more brutal than Liu Dazhu imagined.
Spring in the north gets dark earlier than in the south. When it gets dark, the offensive and defensive sides have been fighting fiercely for an hour. In this hour, the trench at position 2, which has long lost its practical significance, has changed hands eight times.
There were many corpses lying on both sides of the trench, and blood flowed everywhere.
There was no way to retreat. If we retreated further, we would have no choice but to retreat to the tunnels. If we entered the tunnels, we would only be blocked by the swarming Japanese troops in the tunnels, and then killed one by one.
Of course, the Japanese army cannot be said to be swarming, because there are not many of them left. The three infantry squadrons that attacked Shanzhao Yukou actually amounted to less than one squadron.
China and Japan are now like two exhausted beasts that have been fighting. It depends on who can hold on to the last breath and who can eat the other and gain the right to survive.
Even the sky, which was gradually getting dark, seemed unable to bear to see this tragic scene. The dense clouds made the sky that was about to fall at night become increasingly gloomy, as if it was a prelude to heavy rain.
At this moment, the Chinese and Japanese armies, who are fighting with their lives, still care about whether it rains or not. Let alone rain, even if they use knives, they have to stab their knives into the enemy's stomach first.
This is already the eighth time that the Chinese and Japanese armies have collided head-on in just one hour, and also launched the eighth hand-to-hand stabbing!
The triangular army bayonet finally showed the ferocious nature of the black military industry of the Republic in the battle of Luo Wenyu. When stabbed by the 38-type bayonet, as long as it was not a vital part, the soldiers of the independent regiment could often continue to fight with the injury, but for the Japanese invaders
, but they were not so lucky. No matter where they were stabbed, the massive blood loss caused by the wedge-shaped wounds would turn them into pale corpses in a short time.
The blood shed by the Japanese invaders made the entire position slippery, and the smell of gunpowder smoke could even be smelled by Major General Terube Tanibe, who was serving as the commander of the 11th Brigade, several miles down the mountain.
Terube Tanibe, who was looking at the battlefield with a telescope, looked pale. This was the most brutal battle he had ever seen in his thirty years in the army.
In the chaos, Liu Dazhu and a Japanese captain rolled and struggled together.
This moment is not a romance novel, and there is no concept of soldiers versus soldiers versus generals. Liu Dazhu was just holding a rifle equipped with a three-sided military thorn. He just stabbed a little devil through him. He didn't even have time to pull out the three-sided military thorn.
The sharp Japanese saber slashed towards his head and face.
Liu Dazhu could only let go of the gun in his hand and dodge the sharp Japanese saber. The sharp saber could chop off his thick arm.
That was a Japanese captain. His short but sturdy body was extremely sensitive. Several sword flashes forced Liu Dazhu, who had lost his defensive weapon, to try his best to dodge. If a wounded Chinese soldier hadn't rushed out of the diagonal stab, he would have risked his life.
Danger blocked Liu Dazhu's knife, and Liu Dazhu probably had no choice but to suffer under the Japanese captain's knife. The injured Chinese soldier with a bandage on his head also had his shoulder blade split open by the Japanese captain's knife, almost not being split in half.
However, the hard shoulder blades also firmly clamped the sharp saber. The figure of Liu Dazhu, whose eyes turned red instantly, suddenly jumped up, forcing the Japanese captain to give up the saber in his hand and grappled with Liu Dazhu with his bare hands.
This time the Japanese captain was in bad shape, very bad.
Liu Dazhu is not tall, but he is extremely strong. Even Chen Yunfa would envy him because of his muscular body. The unique close combat technique of the special forces of the Future Republic that he learned from Liu Lang is the most powerful killing technique in this era. You must have space and distance.
A karate master who can display his power can only become a scumbag when faced with Liu Dazhu like this. For example, the Japanese captain in front of Liu Dazhu has not had time to raise his hand.
Liu Dazhu only used a moment to ride the Japanese captain on his crotch, and then he casually pulled out half of the Type 38 bayonet inserted into the body of an independent regiment soldier and stabbed the Japanese captain's throat viciously. He held it in his hand.
The bayonet was so tight that the sharp blade almost cut into Liu Dazhu's palm.
The Japanese captain hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Liu Dazhu's wrist tightly. The expressions of the two suddenly became extremely ferocious, and a cruel life-and-death struggle began!
The Japanese captain was definitely a master, and the power a person would unleash between life and death would be far beyond normal. But Liu Dazhu, who had been so stimulated by the death of wounded soldiers that his eyes were bloodshot, could almost kill a cow now.
After a brief stalemate, the hanging bayonet began to slowly press down.
Liu Dazhu's eyes widened with anger, and he used all his strength to hold the bayonet and press down hard. The bayonet finally stabbed the Japanese captain's throat bit by bit. The Japanese captain also used all his strength, and his whole face was already due to excessive exertion.
He was flushed red and his forehead had bulging veins, but he still couldn't stop the bayonet from falling.
Time passed slowly in the stalemate, and the bayonet was still stabbing down slowly.
Finally, the bayonet hit the Japanese captain's throat unstoppably. The sharp tip cut open the skin of the throat bit by bit, and then penetrated the throat bit by bit. Whether it was Liu Dazhu or the Japanese captain, they all
You can clearly hear the cruel squeaking sound when the sharp blade cuts through the flesh.
Pierced half an inch into the throat, the Japanese captain's strength obviously disappeared.
Immediately, the bayonet in Liu Dazhu's hand pierced the Japanese captain's throat like a broken bamboo. In his hissing breath, bright red blood foam continued to overflow from the wound on the Japanese captain's throat. From the Japanese captain's wide eyes,
Here, Liu Dazhu clearly saw a trace of fear. Who said that Japanese devils are not afraid of death?
With the death of the Japanese captain, several Japanese soldiers who were stabbing with the soldiers of the Independence Regiment nearby collapsed. They screamed strangely and fended off the almost powerless stab of the soldiers on the opposite side. They turned around and ran away regardless. Several Japanese soldiers
The escape quickly caused a chain reaction. The hundreds of Japanese soldiers who took the initiative to flee the battlefield heralded the end of this bloody and long hand-to-hand combat.
No one pursued them, and when the Japanese army could only escape more than twenty meters, almost all the soldiers who had bared their teeth and puffed out their cheeks a moment ago sat down in the trench and became limp.
In the battle just now, they had almost exhausted all their energy. Even Liu Dazhu, who had just killed the Japanese captain, was leaning against the earthen wall of the trench, not even bothering to move a finger.
As long as a Japanese soldier turns around and goes back, they will be surprised to find that the Chinese, who fought hard with a force of less than a hundred men and even had the upper hand, are now like weak chickens and can be slaughtered at will.
However, their courage has been broken by being killed. Even the top fighting master of the 11th Brigade, Minamoto Yoshijiro, was killed like a chicken. How could they dare to fight against such terrifying Chinese?
In fact, the title of the number one fighting master of the 11th Brigade is not the most important. If Liu Lang heard the surname Yuan, he would definitely know the real reason for the collapse of the Japanese invaders.
Except for Japan's most noble emperor, who has no surname, Japanese people have four most noble surnames, and Minamoto is one of them. However, this one is not enough to describe Genji's awesomeness.
Before Emperor Meiji regained power, most Japanese emperors only existed as mascots, and one of the two major families that controlled the government was the Minamoto family, a branch of the Japanese royal family. Historians even believed that the history of Japan was
The history of Yuan and Ping families taking turns to be the banker.
That's right, the deceased Minamoto Yoshijiro was the direct second son of the Genji family of this generation, a great nobleman who was about to return to Japan and rise to great heights after sending the Kwantung Army to be gilded.
However, he died in Luo Wenyu, stabbed to death with half a bayonet by Liu Dazhu.
Of course, Liu Dazhu didn't know that he had killed a Japanese super noble. In fact, even if he knew, he would hardly be excited.
Because, in the entire trench, there were no more than 60 people who could still breathe.
The 90% casualty rate will definitely make every commander feel heartbroken.
They were so tired that they did not even want to move their fingers. The officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment did not even think of leaving the trenches and returning to the tunnels to avoid the incoming Japanese bombardment.
But miraculously, for the first time in history, there was no artillery shelling by the Japanese army. After the sky became completely dark, they finally stopped their crazy attacks across the board.