But at this time, Liu Cheng can only choose this way.

Without experiencing the battle of blood and fire and the fight of life and death, these recruits can only remain recruits forever.

It's still the same sentence: only those who can survive on the battlefield can be called warriors!

Neither the current situation in China nor the status quo of the independent battalion allows these recruits to have enough time to grow up slowly, and only by constantly fighting and sacrificing and growing rapidly in the flames of war can they have greater hope of surviving to the end.

Among the commanders of the independent battalion today, Tian Liuwa has been with Liu Cheng for the longest time and knows his mind the best.

Although he didn't know what Liu Cheng's next plan was, he had absolute confidence in Liu Cheng, firmly believing that the final victory would definitely belong to the independent battalion, even if the price paid was unbearable.

Therefore, as soon as she found that the enemy on the opposite side wanted to charge, Tian Liuwa gave the order to return fire.

The reason why they have not started to fight back until now is actually just to stall for time and wait for support.

From the moment the first heavy artillery shell exploded in the position outside Xinghe City, Tian Liuwa was clearly aware of the gap between her and the enemy in terms of firepower.

In the ensuing attack, the enemy has been covering the positions of the independent battalion with artillery fire, and the distance of about 300 meters between the positions is an insurmountable gap for the recruits.

Rather than that, it is better to pretend to be cowardly and hide in the trenches to preserve strength.

But now, Tian Liuwa can't drag it on.

Fortunately, most of the enemies on the opposite side are puppet troops, and there is still a certain gap between them and the regular Japanese army in terms of combat effectiveness.

Among all the puppet armies at that time, only the later Wang Wei regime had a group of troops whose combat effectiveness was not weaker than that of the Japanese army, such as Zhang Haipeng and Yu Zhishan, who could barely be regarded as regular troops at best, and their combat effectiveness was not too strong.

With Tian Liuwa's order, the soldiers in the trenches jumped out of the trenches one after another and rushed forward to face the enemy on the opposite side.

Many soldiers were still afraid in the second before jumping out of the trenches, and they were forced to rush out only under the urging and even persecution of the squad leader, platoon commander and those veterans.

But the more tragic the scene, the more it can stimulate people's inner fighting spirit.

Or rather, madness.

Cowering and fear can't let them live, staying in the trenches is tantamount to waiting for death, only by bravely killing the enemy and defeating the enemy in front of them, can they have hope and possibility of survival!

And at such times, language has become redundant.

Moreover, with the sound of gunfire and explosions, it is impossible to motivate those fighters with words.

The uncontrollability of the battlefield lies in this, no one can completely control the battle situation under such circumstances, and can only catalyze the fighting spirit and fighting spirit of the soldiers through the drive of a small number of people and the infection of the battlefield atmosphere.

Lives withering before their eyes, and the corpses of their companions lying at their feet in agony were the best catalysts, igniting the latent blood in the fearful recruits almost instantly.

The sound of killing is everywhere, and it is unstoppable; I don't know if the desperation inspired the fighting spirit of the fighters, and the momentum of the independent battalion reached its peak in just twenty seconds.

Rifles, machine guns, grenades, and shells rang out almost simultaneously, which caught the enemy on the opposite side by surprise in a short period of time.

Tian Liuwa also had three 75-millimeter mountain guns and five mortars on her side, but Tian Liuwa had not been allowed to return fire before, so she had not opened fire until now.

Kasahara Kawakiichi really didn't expect that the independent battalion would have such firepower after the division of troops, and for a while there was a sense of being countered.

Wang Zhibang was stunned for five seconds before he reacted when he got the news, slapped it on the table with a "snap", and said with surprise on his face:

"Damn, I can't see that this kid is really a little pee! It looks soft, and suddenly it's hard and it's fucking unaccustomed!

Someone came, pass my order, the sixth regiment stayed in Xinghe City, and the eighth regiment followed me out of the city to meet the enemy! ”

And by this time, the fighters of the separate battalion had already come into contact with the enemy.

Perhaps in the hearts of all Japanese, the role of the puppet army is mainly to consume the opponent, and as for their casualties, the Japanese have never cared.

The same is true of Yu Zhishan's 115th Regiment, as soon as Kasahara Kawaki ordered it to charge, they could only rush up with their heads raised, and no one dared to disobey the order, let alone retreat.

Because what awaits them behind them is the same bullet, and it is even more ruthless.

Perhaps, these people can only truly understand the thoughts of the Japanese people at the last second of their lives, but it is too late.

The only people that the Japanese can take advantage of and give courtesy and preferential treatment are people of Zhang Haipeng and Yu Zhishan, who are in charge of the army in their hands, and for these ordinary soldiers, they have not considered that they are also lives.

Blood splattered, corpses littered the field, and the tragedy of the battlefield was fully demonstrated at this moment.

No one retreated, only a fight for their lives to fight for a chance of survival.

The soldiers of the independent battalion did not want to retreat and could not retreat, while the soldiers of the 115th Regiment did not dare to retreat.

Even with guns in their hands, their hearts are still filled with fear, fear of death, and at the same time fear of the way of death.

This is the sorrow of these people, and it is also the sorrow of most Chinese at that time!

It was also death, but in the face of the bayonets stained with the blood of the Japanese compatriots, more people only knew how to cry and beg for mercy, and watched the devil's bayonets take away their lives, but they did not dare to stand up and resist.

The same is true of these puppet armies with guns in their hands, and the Japanese seem to have imprinted an invincible brand in their hearts, making them extremely afraid, driven by them, and even slaughtered by them.

Tian Liuwa stood in front of the position with a calm face, holding binoculars in both hands to observe the battle situation ahead.

On the surface, it seems that he has grown into a qualified commander, with no emotion on the battlefield and only victory and defeat in his eyes.

But in fact, Tian Liuwa's slightly trembling fingers betrayed his heart.

He has never been a person who can completely let go of emotions.

But while grieving for the fallen soldiers, he also knew what he was carrying on his shoulders.

If we can't keep calm and make the most correct judgment at the most critical time, then there will be more innocent sacrifices!

Suddenly, Tian Liuwa heard a rush of footsteps behind her, turned around to look, and saw Wang Zhibang walking towards him with an excited face......