Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Four Times)

Han Jinjin's death made the remaining veterans of the second platoon red-eyed. Regardless of their own safety, they rushed forward one after another with broadswords and box cannons. No matter how powerful the little devil's bayonet is, it is not as fast as the box gun. In the blink of an eye, six more were beaten, and the blood flowing from the corpses was like a stream, pouring the trenches into mud!

There were only three veterans left in the second platoon, followed by a lame Zhang Songling. The box guns in the hands of the four people were also out of ammunition, but they didn't have time to change the magazine, so they directly slashed forward with their big knives.

The captain of the little devil's team, Tanaka Hideyori, had never seen such a brave Chinese soldier, and for a while, a little fear surged in his heart. In his previous combat experience, Chinese soldiers were most afraid of white-knuckle combat. They often held out in the face of machine-gun fire, and when the Imperial samurai flashed their bayonets, they could immediately crush them.

And today, the Chinese soldiers on the entire Walnut Orchard position are behaving extremely abnormally. The lieutenant company commander in the trench on his left was clearly so frightened that his shouts changed tone, but he led a group of people to grit their teeth and insist, not retreating a single step. And the young lieutenant to his right, although all the troops around him at the moment, plus the only four people left of him, were still wielding a big knife to slash left and right.

"Sato-kun, the people on the right are handed over to you. Be sure to kill them as soon as possible! A military commander was called, and Tanaka Hideyori ordered loudly. There were still twenty-three people left around him at the moment, controlling the trench of nearly twenty meters, and it was already very difficult. If the lieutenant of the National Revolutionary Army on the right continued to rush forward step by step, it would be difficult for the Imperial samurai to hold out until the arrival of the follow-up troops.

"Hay!" The chief of the wood, surnamed Sato, agreed loudly, but his steps moved very slowly. Of course, this is not only due to the fact that the trenches are too narrow, but subconsciously, there is a voice that constantly persuades him: don't lean over, don't lean over. It's better to let someone else top it first, and a little more is a while. The Chinese lieutenant was about to die, and it would be safe to clean him up when he was exhausted. Otherwise, if you rashly lead the team to rush up to fight with him, I am afraid that you will end up in the same fate as the previous groups.

"Sato-kun, what are you hesitating about? Remember the oath you took when you enlisted?! The squad leader, Tanaka Hideyori, was so angry by the performance of his subordinates that his eyes were on fire, and he raised his command knife and questioned sharply.

"All for the Empire!" Sato Takecho shivered for a moment, and then rushed to the right side with three or eight guns as if he had eaten several jars of aphrodisiacs.

"All for the Empire!" One of the senior soldiers and two privates in his group echoed in unison, picked up the bayonet with the 38 big gay, followed behind Captain Sato, and stumbled to the right side. Several of the senior and inferior soldiers along the way leaned close to the walls of the trenches and looked at them with very complicated eyes, sympathy, rejoicing, and even pity. Until their figures rushed to another group that was fighting with the Chinese soldiers, and the people of that group were huddled together like maggots.

The veteran in front of Zhang Songling fell again, a bearded Hebei man, and he didn't remember this person's name and surname. I only remember that in the morning, this person once asked him to write the words "invulnerability" on yellow paper.

Those four words didn't have any effect, and the little devil's bayonet stabbed the place where the yellow paper was hidden in Lao Hebei's chest, and the blood gushed out like a spring along the wound, dyeing the yellow paper and the military uniform as red as the sunset.

The other two veterans scrambled to fill the vacated position in Lao Hebei and protected Zhang Songling behind him. Deputy Company Commander Zhang is a good person, Deputy Company Commander Zhang has read a lot of books, Deputy Company Commander Zhang is only seventeen years old, and he has not touched a woman's hand ......, as long as one of the above reasons is enough, they would rather take the first step themselves than allow the little fat man Zhang Songling to die in front of their eyes.

The five little devils, including Captain Sato, were divided into two groups and pounced. Everyone had a hideous smile on their faces. Five-on-three, bayonet against large blade, also limited by narrow trenches, also unable to exert maximum power. The five devils can be regarded as waiting for work, but the three Chinese soldiers on the opposite side are all scarred. Devils, there is no reason to lose again no matter what!

They almost succeeded, and a Chahar veteran who stood in front of Zhang Songling only lasted two rounds before being stabbed in the stomach with a bayonet by the devil. Before he died, he threw out the big knife and stunned a little devil. But they can no longer provide any protection for their companions. One of the Devil soldiers quickly stepped forward and attacked another veteran from the flank. Zhang Songling stumbled over and slashed at the back of the little devil with a knife. Halfway through, he lacked strength, and the blade turned sharply downward, smeared on the knee of the devil soldier, and cut off half of the calf.

"Ahh Zhang Songling leaned down and cut the person's throat with another knife. When he struggled to straighten his waist again, the last veteran who stood in front of him was also stabbed by the devil, dropped the broadsword, grabbed the devil's rifle with both hands, and pushed forward with all his strength, "Company commander-"

"It's coming!" Zhang Songling shook in response, stabbed from below, and stabbed the little devil in the thigh. The wounded devil dropped his rifle and fell to the ground screaming, and the dying veteran pounced on the devil. The two men were rolling in the trenches, blood splattering in all directions like a fountain.

Captain Sato's way was blocked, and Zhang Songling's way was also blocked. The two were separated by a distance of less than a meter, holding guns and knives, testing each other. Another little devil saw the cheap and tried to squeeze to Sato's side to help, but was blocked by Sato with the butt of his gun, "Captain Yamada, you are not needed here, go and report to Captain Tanaka, just ......"

Before he could finish blowing the cowhide, a snowy knife light suddenly flew from Zhang Songling's side. Immediately after, it was a vigorous figure, with its feet alternately stepping on the trench wall, and swooping down like a harrier in mid-air. "Poof!" Before Captain Sato could parry, half of his head was swept away by the sword light. The remaining half of the human head and body dribbled around on the ground, and until he died, he couldn't figure out where the opponent came from.

"Brothers, rush, chop the little devil into minced meat!" kicked away the corpse of Captain Sato, and the head of the secret service group, Gou Ren, fell with the knife, followed by another move to sweep away the thousand troops, forcing the other two little devils to take five or six steps back one after another before they could barely gain a foothold.

"Chop the little devil into minced meat!" Xu Zhiqiang, the newly recruited guard, led the remaining dozen or so guards to rush up, pushed away Zhang Songling, who had no strength to struggle, and rushed towards the rest of the devil soldiers together with his own regiment commander. The distance between the regimental headquarters and the 1st Battalion and the 2nd Company was a little far, and the trenches along the way were too crowded, so they had to make a circle using the section connecting the second trench and the first trench before they arrived breathlessly.

Although there is only one class in total, although they are already sweating profusely. But the sudden appearance of this new force directly pressed the balance of victory on the side of the secret service. Seeing that the situation was not good, Tanaka, the leader of the devil squad, hurriedly transferred people from the left side again to close the road. In the trench on his left, Liao Wenhua keenly grasped the opportunity to counterattack, raised the big knife high, and echoed his own regiment commander from afar, "Brothers, rush, chop the little devil into minced meat!" ”

"Rush! Chop the little devil into minced meat! All the remaining recruits and veterans in the first and third platoons of the second company raised their broadswords, followed behind Liao Wenhua, and rushed towards the stubborn little devils in the trenches.

"Chop the little devil into minced meat!" "Chop the little devil into minced meat!" The brethren shouted and cheered, slashing the remaining dozen devil soldiers to the ground, and then each of those who passed by the corpse mended it with another stab.

"Rush! Chop the little devil into minced meat! On the battlefield, the shouts of landslides and tsunamis also sounded. Shi Liangcai led his brothers to surround the devil squadron leader Inofan Saburo, who was already empty around him, and slashed at each other.