Kusaburo Okamoto was timid.

Although none of the twenty shells landed in the positions of the Okamoto brigade, they made all the devils, including Okamoto Kusaburo, feel despair and fear.

The two tanks opened the way, and some of the barricades set up by the Japanese army became completely decorations.

The overwhelming array of soldiers greeted them, and every step was so determined.

That's right, they are walking on their own land, to expel the Japanese who want to occupy their land and enslave their compatriots.

Seeing that the independent battalion was getting closer and closer to the 39th Division, Kumazaburo Okamoto, who was already close to collapse in his heart, gave the order to open fire in advance.

At this time, the distance between the two sides was still about 800 meters.

Such a distance is indeed within the range of the Type 38 rifle, and shooting at a cluster target is indeed possible for Japanese soldiers.

But in morale, they have already failed.

Liu Cheng scattered the 260 fighters equipped with quadruple scopes in front of the entire offensive formation, and after the distance between the two sides was advanced to within 500 meters, the heavy machine guns and the 260 Type 38 rifles opened fire one after another.

Although the fire was not heavy, it caused great casualties to Okamoto's brigade.

Less than twenty minutes after the independent battalion began to return fire, Kumazaburo Okamoto had lost a squadron of infantry.

His opponent, on the other hand, is still steadily moving forward without being hindered in the slightest.

Although the Japanese soldiers were frightened in their hearts, they did not fear, and their companions fell one after another, and the only dozen or so firing points were completely suppressed by the heavy machine guns of the independent battalion, and they could not even raise their heads.

Kusaburo Okamoto gritted his teeth and looked at the independent battalion that was getting closer and closer, and roared angrily:

"Yaga! Order the artillery to return fire immediately! ”

Liu could not be so troublesome, twenty artillery pieces fired directly, and fifteen minutes of artillery fire could annihilate at least half of the enemy.

But he didn't want to do that, he wanted to use this most direct way to defeat the Okamoto brigade and let the Japanese see the determination of the Chinese to resist Japan!

The reason why Kusaburo Okamoto did not order the artillery to open fire at the first time was because of the twenty shells that fell one after another near the position.

He knew that the other side also had artillery, and if he attacked with artillery fire, the other side would immediately return the color.

Kusaburo Okamoto saw Liu Cheng's intentions, so he didn't do that at the first time.

But now, he doesn't care so much.

Horizontal and vertical are dead, and it is worth it to pull a few more cushions.

As soon as the cannon of Okamoto's brigade rang out, Liu Cheng immediately ordered the herald in a deep voice:

"Order Duan Jinghe, destroy the devil's artillery and all defenses within five minutes!"

"Yes!"

"Boom, boom, boom......"

Twenty guns immediately opened fire, and in less than five minutes more than a hundred shells were "thrown" into the positions of Okamoto's brigade.

This was probably the worst battle that the Japanese army had ever fought since 918.

Hundreds of shells rained down, turning the Japanese position into a Shura field in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the carefully constructed fortifications were a pile of ruins, with blood and wails everywhere.

Mutilated corpses were scattered across the position, and pools of red blood and bloody limbs and severed arms could be seen everywhere.

Kusaburo Okamoto struggled to his feet from the dust, drew his command knife with red eyes, and shouted angrily:

"Kill the chicken and give it! Offensive! All offense! ”

One by one, the surviving Japanese soldiers crawled out of the crumbling trenches and rushed towards their opponents with a scream, trying to show their bravery.

Liu Cheng looked at the Japanese soldiers rushing up with a gloomy face, and a trace of hideousness appeared on his face:

"Command, bayonet! Kill all the little devils! ”

The trumpet sounded, and the soldiers of the independent battalion were demoralized and killed, and they charged at the onrushing enemy, waving their weapons in their hands.

At this time, the number of soldiers in Okamoto's brigade was less than seven hundred, and the casualties of the independent battalion were only about a hundred; With such a disparity in strength, the result goes without saying.

Those recruits who went to the battlefield for the first time had almost no training, but in this atmosphere, no one was cowardly, and their eyes glared angrily at the Japanese soldiers who did not dare to take a straight look at them in the past, and stabbed the enemy's body with a bright bayonet, venting their long-suppressed resentment.

They gradually realized that those arrogant and murderous little devils who were usually arrogant and murderous did not seem to be as powerful as they imagined, and their flesh and blood in front of the blade were as vulnerable.

The warm blood splashed on their faces also stimulated the fighting spirit in their hearts even more.

No one wants to be bullied, no one will willingly give away their lives, weakness and patience cannot bring peace, only battle and blood are the truth!

In the face of foreign aggression, there is only a tooth for a tooth and blood for a blood!

Three recruits from the separate battalion joined forces to lay siege to a Japanese soldier, who was inferior to the enemy and was stabbed in the throat after being attacked by the enemy with a bayonet block.

But at this moment when he thought he would be sad, unwilling and even frightened, he found that these imaginary emotions did not appear.

He threw away the gun in his hand and grabbed the muzzle of the gun that pierced his throat with both hands, until he saw two other companions pierce the body of the Japanese soldier with bayonets, and watched the enemy's intestines mixed with blood flow from the wound to the ground, and he closed his eyes contentedly.

At this moment, the meaning of death does not mean the end, but rather the rise.

China is rising, the Chinese people are rising!

The little devil's bayonet can kill some Chinese, but it can never kill the Chinese soul!

"Kill!"

The warrior shouted a faint and hoarse "kill" with all his strength, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

The bayonet had remained in his pierced throat, and blood was spilling from his mouth as he shouted the word "kill."

The enemy took his life, but could not take away his will, and his spirit full of fighting spirit will always exist in this black land and will never dissipate!

Hao Dabao, who was still wrapped in bandages, came to Liu Cheng's side, took off the big knife on his back and shook it in his hand and said:

"Battalion commander, let's go up the cavalry company, or the battle will be over!"

Liu Cheng turned his head and glared at him:

"What's the hurry? You think that's the end of it? Wait, you'll have a chance to charge into battle in the next few days, just don't lose your life when the time comes! ”

Hao Dabao reluctantly put away the big knife and didn't say anything more.

From Liu Cheng's gaze, Hao Dabao clearly saw the burning anger.

He realized that from this moment on, the battles between the independent battalion and the Japanese army would be fought one after another, without dying, without stopping......