Chapter 5 The Naked Child (15th Middle School)

Zhang Songling held a bloody bayonet obliquely. Stand at the front of the circle. The grenadier and the canvas bag containing the forty-eight-petal grenade were hidden behind the corpse of the dead horse. It's no longer available. Through the smoke of the explosion of the Jin-made grenade. He also couldn't see the exact location of the enemy machine gunners. And the little devils who have rushed to the front of them. It will never be possible to give him another chance to take a calm aim.

Other partisans. also learn the same appearance of Zhang Songling. Slightly twisted body and stood diagonally. One hand is held on a handguard under the barrel. The other hand is held in the front third of the butt. This is the classic starting position for white-knuckle combat. Completely out of the Japanese Army Academy's white-knuckle combat course. Back then, in the old 26th Road Special Service Group. Lao Gou taught Zhang Songling hand in hand. Zhang Songling taught it to the guerrillas without reservation. And personally made corrections for each player. The standard of action is ensured to the greatest extent. All of a sudden, it was unleashed. Connection. The devil soldiers on the opposite side were stunned. The arrogance on his face was swept away.

In the experience stories circulating within the Kwantung Army. The most feared people in the ** people. Also the worst thing is bayonet assault. Compared with. Machine guns and artillery strikes on them . On the contrary, it is not as immediate as white-knuckle combat. There are many fierce battles in North China. It is said that in the end, it was all the warriors of the Great Japanese Empire who took it down with bayonets. As long as the Imperial Japanese Army rushed to the front of the trenches. Put the bayonet into the tip of the gun set. The soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army who were still resisting stubbornly before were either killed to the point of blood. Or be driven out of position like a duck. Flee.

Yet today. The courage shown by Tsuchihachi and his familiarity with white-bladed assassinations. But it subverts the little devil's perception of the ** people. The Imperial Japanese Army had already rushed to the front and showed their bayonets at them. There was not the slightest fear on their faces. They were clearly only half the size of the Imperial Japanese Army. but firmly in front of the trenches. Not flinching at half a step.

What is it that makes them fearless? Could it be that these ordinary people can't even afford to eat meat? Is his physical fitness better than that of the samurai of the Great Japanese Empire? Or do they have an immense confidence in their assassination skills? Think of one against two. It can still be won as easily as it is against the Imperial Allied Army. In line with the principle of carefully sailing the ship of ten thousand years. The devil lieutenant Yasunao Miyake, who led the charge, did not order his soldiers to assault freely. Instead, he drank cautiously to draw attention to the formation. According to the standards of training, the team of thirty-four people was divided into seven assassination teams. Frontal dragging. Forward on both sides. Slowly press towards the opponent with a scissor array.

No matter what adjustments the devil on the other side makes. The small circle of the guerrillas did not move. Zhang Songling's bayonet, which was the eye of the formation, pointed diagonally upward. Flush with your own eyebrows. The bayonets in the hands of the team members also pointed diagonally upward. From the chin to the eyebrows. Zhang Songling slowly adjusts his breathing with a constant rhythm. The guerrillas' chests rose and fell with the same frequency. In the battle of blood and fire. It's as if they've been forged into a single piece. Everyone is as strong and precise as the parts on the machine. As a soldier. They were originally a whole. In the long history of civilization of the Chinese nation. Share weal and woe with each other. Blood-linked.

"Smack. Syllable.. Smack." The little devils are walking in order. Slowly moving forward. Everyone deliberately stomped their footsteps particularly loudly. A short distance of ten meters. But it's as long as a century. Each devil had a hideous sneer on his face. Every devil's eyes are full of malicious anticipation. They are looking forward to it. The moment when the small circle formation of the earth eight roads couldn't bear the pressure and collapsed on its own. They will pounce on them like hungry wolves. Poke these pretending Chinese from behind . Let these dirt eight roads regret not choosing to flee sooner.

"Kill and give." Kodama Sueji, who commanded the battle one hundred and fifty or sixty meters away, commanded the sword in one move. Ordered the other two squads of Japanese soldiers to press on the whole army. Don't wait any longer. Thirty-four against seventeen. Or white-knuckle combat. As a striker, there is no reason why the Miyake team can't take it.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor."

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor." On a machine-gun position not far from Kodama's last time. The little imps and heavy machine gunners release the trigger. Cheer for Miyake with a shout. The smoke of the grenade explosion has been blown away by the night wind at this moment. With the help of the light of the flare. They can clearly see the situation on the battlefield. The Miyake squad is pressing forward in a dovetail array. The circle of the earth eight roads has been bitten between the two swallowtails. It's like a giant pliers. You can crush each other to pieces at any time.

There is no need to waste machine gun bullets anymore. From the moment of fame. The Kodama squadron has never lost in a white-knuckle battle. Besides, we are so close to each other. Machine guns are also prone to accidental injuries. It's better to widen your eyes and cheer for the Miyake team. Let's see how long it will take them to completely crush the dirt eight roads.

Whether it is the first rush to the front line of Miyake Yasunao. Or the machine gunner who waved the flag for him from afar. are unwavering in their beliefs. The courage of the dirt eight roads cannot last. Maybe in the next second. They will collapse on their own under pressure. The Miyake squad that has been using heart-attacking tactics. not catch up with them from behind. Turn them over with a stab. At the same time, the self-loss is reduced to a minimum. Even unscathed.

However. The facts before them hit them mercilessly again. Facing the devil soldiers who were squeezing from three directions from four or five meters away. Facing the Japanese invaders swarming from afar. The small circle of guerrillas is still rock solid. Even the bayonets of the little devils are already close at hand. Even the smooth blades of the blades can already show the young faces of the guerrillas. They were still standing there. Protect each other's sides and backs. Never give up.

Circular gun array. Ancient Infantry Standard Defense Array. It can be big or small. There is no limit to the number of people. From the Qin and Han dynasties. Huaxia Erlang used this array to fight against Hulu. Fought against the Huns. Now. and form the same array to fight against the trained little devils.

They pull out individually. The physique may not be comparable to that of the Japanese invaders. Assassination techniques are also far less skilled than those of the enemy. But they rallied in formation. But it can be used to the fullest extent from the parents. Fix your own shortcomings to the minimum.

They don't back down. Don't dare to retreat.

Because they know. At everyone's side and behind them. But they all stood with a robe of their own.

I'll protect your back. Until my blood stains it red. Because you are my comrade-in-arms.

I'll protect your back. Until I lost my breath. Because I am your brother.

.......

The young partisans stood silently. Stand firmly. Overhead the sky. Feet on the earth. The body is as straight as a pine. The spine is as hard as iron.

The night breeze blows from the depths of the grassland. Blow their blood-stained garments. Blow the battle flag behind them, which is no longer colorless. The flags full of holes are waving in the wind. Keep sending out "hunting". Hunting". It vaguely seems to be ancient. From the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Southern Song Dynasty. From Yecheng to Yashan.(Note 1)

From ancient times to the present day. Whenever China suffers a catastrophe. There's always a bunch of boys who will stand up. Become the guardian of civilization. Block enemy blades with your body.

They don't protect a family name. Nor is it any emperor. Which political faction. And the entire Chinese civilization.

This is the foundation of the Chinese millennium. It is also the cornerstone of the eternal demise of Chinese civilization.

The wind whimpered. The battle flag is like a song. Between heaven and earth. The boy stands forever.

Listen to the flying of hunting flags in the night wind. The devil soldiers, who originally wanted to create psychological pressure and make the guerrillas collapse on their own, couldn't hold it on their own. A beastly cry erupted. Qi Qi stabbed his bayonet at the guerrillas who were facing him. The guerrillas, who had been prepared for a long time, followed the usual training routine. Quickly flick the knife down and press down. Stand up and thrust." Poof. stabbed four or five devils at the same time.

There were also three partisans who were a little slower because of the downward pressure. He was stabbed in the chest with a bayonet by a devil soldier. They had their backs against their brothers. Grab the bayonet inside the body with the last of your strength. Dead and unwilling to let go. The devil soldiers don't want to lose their weapons. Shout to recapture the rifle back. The force is a little bit greater. Immediately the guerrillas who suddenly let go of their anger stumbled.

The five-man assassination team immediately lost shape. The devil soldiers inside have lost the protection of their companions. Fight for each other. The guerrillas, who succeeded in counterattacking or did not match the devil soldiers, quickly turned their bodies sideways. Twist the gun and spin the stab." Poof."" Poof."" Poof." Count the sounds. Send the devil soldiers who owe countless blood debts to the eighteenth layer of hell.

"Poof."" Poof." The sound of bayonets entering flesh was incessant. Either the partisans were stabbed by the little devils . Either the little devil was stabbed down by the guerrillas . Hand-to-hand combat. A third outcome is almost unlikely. In less than a minute. The sixteen guerrillas around Zhang Songling were quickly reduced to nine. The diameter of the circle array was also compressed by almost half a meter. The devil soldiers who formed a dovetail formation and tried to cut the circle out of the right. Eight also fell. None of the previous seven assassination squads could remain intact. Every devil soldier has incredible words written on his face.

Seven to eight. The first round of the white-knuckle battle between the two sides was basically a draw. This result is for the Kodama squadron, which is famous for its white-knuckle combat. It's a shame. Devil Lieutenant Yasushi Miyake was furious. With the rest of the devil soldiers, he retreated a few steps slightly. Reach out to the guerrillas at a distance that will accelerate the forward thrust. And then with a loud shout. Pounce again with the minions. Advance from the front, front, and right directions at the same time. Like a hungry wolf's closed jaw.

"Kill." Zhang Songling responded with angry shouts. Raise the bayonet. Set aside Miyake Anzhi's must hit. There was a tingling pain from the wound on the shoulder. Blood dripping down. The corners of his eyes twitched in pain. The bayonet in his hand did not stop. Straight to Miyake's straight stalk.

Yasuo Miyake is 1.65 meters tall. It's a rare tall guy among the Japanese invaders. But compared with Zhang Songling, who accidentally grew to one meter. It completely became a Dongying dwarf. A condescending stab. I actually have a feeling of powerlessness. Dialed twice with the barrel of the gun in succession. Only then did he pull the tip of the knife away from the vital point of his neck. But the edge of the shoulder was rubbed by the lower edge of the three-zero bayonet. Along with the uniform, a two-inch-long slit was cut out (Note 2)

"Hmm." Miyake Yasunao also let out a muffled snort in pain. The bayonet in his hand paused slightly. Then it stabbed Zhang Songling's lower abdomen like a poisonous snake.

"Kill." Zhang Songling still responded with a broken drink. The rifle, which had been withdrawn into place, suddenly moved forward. With arms and torso that are half longer than the little devils. At a faster speed, he pierced Miyake Yasu's straight eyes.

This trick is not recorded in the little devil's stabbing textbook. Rather, it is the direct reaction of a veteran of a hundred battles. The brave wins. It's not just about skill. And the courage in each other's hearts. Yasunao Miyake's bayonet continued to stab forward. It will definitely be able to pierce Zhang Songling's belly. Yet his eyes reminded him. The knife must be withdrawn immediately. Otherwise, their own heads will become the sugar gourd that Chinese often eat in winter.

The eyes are closer to the brain than the hands. The reaction when the head is threatened is also faster than the human mind. Almost instinctively. Sanzhi Anzhai's footsteps staggered backwards. The rifle in his hand has also been changed from a flat stab to an upward sweep. This instinctive reaction is fatal enough. Zhang Songling's bayonet just flickered between Miyake's eyes. It was decisively and quickly pressed down. Hold down the body of the gun that Yasuo Miyake hastily swept up. Gliding against the cold barrel of the gun towards the man's chest.

Drawer stabs. Also known as the golden rooster three nodded. According to legend, it was created by Yue Fei of the Northern Song Dynasty. In fact, it is a killing move summed up by the veterans of the 26th Road at the cost of their lives when fighting the little devils. Miyake never thought that Zhang Songling's change of tactics would be so fast. His face turned pale with fright in an instant. Desperately raise the barrel of the gun. Trying to push the blade that stabbed at him away. Zhang Songling's rifle continued to stick to Miyake's rifle and push forward. Overcome the friction between the two guns. There is a piercing "rattle" sound. Inch by inch. Pierced into Miyake's chest at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahh At the moment when the tip of the knife pierces the uniform and makes contact with the skin on the chest. Miyake's courage completely collapsed. Holding a rifle. The two little thick legs are desperately pounding backwards. Several devils in the same group as him were knocked left and right. The original first move was also lost one after another. Instead, he was chased back by the guerrillas around Zhang Songling. There was an extra bloody wound on his body in an instant.

"Kill." Zhang Songling's mouth broke out again. The left leg is forcefully stepped forward. Lunge forward push. The bright bayonet chased after Miyake Yasuo's shrinking chest and stabbed it in. Stabbed through the man's chest with a sword bone. Pierce the lobe of the man's lung. Back muscles. A small half of the body is exposed from the other side of the body.

"Ahh Devil Lieutenant Yasunao Miyake drops his weapon. Hands open. The spot began to spin in circles. A circle. Two laps. Three laps. He tried to hold on to something. But in the end, I couldn't hold anything. Spinning like a top on one side. Spurting blood on one side. Fall softly.

"Poof."" Poof."" Poof." Only then did the cold sound reach Zhang Songling's ears. The small circle with him as the eye of the formation made a gap inward. Three guerrillas gave their lives for their country. At the same time, he also won an opportunity for the robe around him. The circle was used to exchange the lives of the four devil soldiers.

Three to five. The exchange ratio is close to one to two. Among them is a devil lieutenant.

The total strength is seven to twenty-one. The little devils have an all-round advantage. However, the advantage in terms of numbers was instantly doubled to tripled. But it didn't bring any encouragement to the remaining devil soldiers. Opposite. Having lost their commander, they no longer had the courage to launch a third charge. Staggered backwards. One by one, their eyes widened. The face is miserable green. It's frightening than seeing a ghost.

"Kill, give!" The second devil team and the third devil team killed one after another. Block the retreat of the Miyake team. At a distance of about fifteen meters from Zhang Songling and others. Bayonets have been installed. Exit the bullet from the chamber.

Where you fail, you get it back. The flag of the Kodama squadron is not to be insulted. They are going to fight with a white edge. Kill the stubborn ** people in front of you. With the blood of the ** people. Wash the stain from the flag.

To their surprise. The tall and fat lieutenant on the opposite side actually dropped his rifle at a critical moment. Turned around and raised the tattered military flag.

"Fire." Zhang Songling waved the red battle flag. Loud commands.

Zhao Tianlong jumped up from the trench with a previously captured light machine gun. Rushing into a dense queue of Japanese devils ready to regain their dignity with a white blade. Squirt out strings of hot bullets.

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Note 1: Battle of Yecheng. Wuwei Heavenly King Ran Min with 10,000 infantry and 140,000 iron cavalry. Exhausted and captured. Unyielding to death.

Note 2: Three-zero bayonet. It is standard for 38 guns. Flattened. Single-sided cutting edge.