Chapter 7 Man Jianghong (No. 4 Middle School)

Liu Dafa, a native of Chahar Dolun, is the platoon commander of the 26th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army. Date of birth unknown, October 16, 1937, martyred in the Battle of Niangziguan......

Jia Laoer, a native of Xuzhou, Henan, deputy of the 26th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army, was born on March 15, 1912, and died heroically in the Battle of Niangziguan on October 16, 1937.....

Xu Fuba, a native of Huai'an, Jiangsu, squad leader of the 26th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army, was born on December 27, 1905, and died heroically in the Battle of Niangziguan on October 16, 1937.....

Many, many years later, a merchant from Shanxi wanted to erect a stone tablet in front of Niangzi Pass to engrave the names and surnames of all the Chinese soldiers who died in the Battle of Niangzi Pass. Through the relationship of acquaintances, he found Zhang Songling and hoped that the latter could provide him with some more detailed information. However, Zhang Songling, who was already approaching his twilight years, pondered and meditated, and finally could write no more than fifteen names. The rest, he can't remember.

In those days, there were too many Chinese soldiers who died in their country. Some of them had only dealt with Zhang Songling once or twice, and the latter did not know their names or surnames at all. There were also some people who belonged to the first battalion and the second company of the special service regiment, and Zhang Songling should have remembered their names and surnames, but the deputy company commander did not have time to remember them at that time. Not only did he not have time to remember, but he didn't even have time to think about whether he could live safely.

The shrewd little devil commander quickly made tactical adjustments when the forward squadron raised his bayonet and prepared for a hand-to-hand battle. A whole three squadrons of little devils rushed up from the foot of the mountain, and took advantage of the fact that the defense line of the Chinese army was torn by the little devils of the forward squadron with bayonets, and launched a strong attack on the Walnut Garden camp.

"Cluck, cluck......" There was a rooster crowing everywhere, and the brothers in the trenches couldn't look up at all. Boom, boom, boom ......." special grenades hit the vicinity of the trench from 200 meters away, and exploded in such dust that the brothers of the secret service group could not see the attackers clearly.

"......Da The brethren of the 2nd and 3rd Battalions' makeshift grenadier groups desperately hailed the 48-petal grenades they had captured last night near the devil's machine gun.

The little devil's tactic was actually very simple, using the three new squadrons to put pressure on the defenders, so that the Chinese commanders could not divide their forces to repair the gaps in the position. And this gap, which has been more than 20 meters, will be the key to determining the victory. As long as the imps keep him firmly in check, they can create a huge gap in the defender's firepower. A steady stream of new devil soldiers pressed up this gap in firepower, and with their excellent individual combat ability, there will always be a moment when they will completely crush the defenders' defensive line.

The simplest tricks are often the most effective. The two armies fought against each other, and there was no room for so many fancy! As long as you can win the final victory, no matter what kind of clumsy tricks you make, it will be a stroke of genius for the main general of the winning side. As for the losing side, even if his response is in line with the style of a famous general, he will only end up being ridiculed, and from ancient times to the present, no one has been spared.

Under the tremendous pressure from the devils, the special mission was temporarily unable to send reinforcements to the first battalion. Similarly, the 1st Battalion was unable to allocate additional manpower to assist the 1st and 2nd Companies. With the efforts of Shi Liangcai, the position of the first company is struggling to restore its integrity. On the position of the second company, Liao Wenhua struggled to support. Zhang Songling brandished a big knife with both hands, stepped on his robe and the corpse of the little devil, and rushed forward like a crazy tiger, every step forward, but it was extremely difficult.

In order to keep the hard-won trenches of more than 20 meters, Tanaka, the leader of the devil squad, has already sent out all the minions that can be sent. Instead of attacking the Chinese company commander in the trench on the left, he was going to block the Chinese soldier from the trench on the right. The group of Chinese soldiers was only the size of a squad, but they had already killed more than a dozen imperial soldiers one after another. In particular, the young company deputy who led the charge was braver than the bravest samurai the most Tanaka squad leader had ever seen in his life, holding a broadsword in both hands and never retreating. No matter how many Imperial soldiers they were facing, they were all slashing and sweeping forward, followed by another horizontal push......

Fight for your life to see who dies first. A devil soldier stabbed Zhang Songling in the lower abdomen with a bayonet, and the latter did not use a large blade to block, but grabbed half a step forward sideways, and slashed directly at the opponent's collarbone. The Devil Soldier's bayonet brushed against his lower abdomen, bringing up a string of blood. The big blade in Zhang Songling's hand also slashed the other party at the same time, removing the little devil's head, neck and one arm directly from his body.

"Poof!" The bright red plasma rose up a full two feet high, dousing another little devil with a dog's blood sprinkler. Zhang Songling swept over with a knife, and before the latter's eyes could see things clearly, he cut a huge gap in his belly. The intestines and stomach immediately flowed out. The little devil dropped his rifle and reached for it. A veteran of the spy group named Chen Qiusheng grabbed it and cut all his intestines into two with a single knife.

A rifle with a bayonet stabbed diagonally and was deflected by Zhang Songling with a broadsword. Another little devil saw the opportunity to twist the gun and stab Zhang Songling in the chest. Chen Qiusheng stepped on the wall of the trench with one foot and slashed the rifle with a broadsword. The little devil dropped half of his rifle and retreated, but it crashed into the bayonets of the three other devil soldiers who rushed to support, and screamed in pain. Chen Qiusheng squeezed through the gap he had conceded and supported Zhang Songling from the side.

Two broadswords in a narrow trench, coping with a rifle. The little devil with the gun panicked and was full of flaws. Zhang Songling cut off half of his arm with a knife, and then stabbed him with a backhand, hitting the person in the chest. The big knife that had been rolled up was stuck in the little devil's sternum, and the pain made the man scream. Chen Qiusheng crossed the blade and wiped it forward, cutting the person's throat, and then slapped the blade of the knife fiercely, separating the corpse of the devil from Zhang Songling's weapon.

At this moment, the little devil with the injury on his back pounced with his empty hand, hugged Chen Qiusheng's thigh, and at the same time made room for the other devils to attack. Two devils pounced on their sideways, one attacking Chen Qiusheng and the other attacking Zhang Songling. Chen Qiusheng's thigh was hugged and he had difficulty moving. It can only be blocked by swinging the knife in a narrow area. The little devil's bayonet pierced him in the chest like a viper, half a foot deep. At the moment when the devil pulled the gun back, Chen Qiusheng concentrated the last strength of his body on his arm, and stabbed the big knife downward.

"Ahh The ghost soldier who hugged his thigh was pierced in the heart and howled to death. Chen Qiusheng's body shook and fell soft, his hands clutching the hilt of the knife.

The two devils pinched Zhang Songling sideways, and half a meter away, there was a third devil soldier looking for an assassination to enter the meeting. He was forced into danger, but he still fought hard. The arms and thighs soon turned red again, and the wound on the lower abdomen was painful. The devil soldier's bayonet approached again, Zhang Songling sneered and raised the knife, and the blade was cut down against the little devil's rifle. The gun-wielding devil had to turn the gun sideways to block it so that his fingers would not be cut off by the blade. Zhang Songling flew up and kicked at the crotch of the opponent's pants, then quickly turned around, and the sword light was like a match, cutting the other devil who was ready to take advantage of it in half.

The portal at his side was wide open, making him an excellent target. The third devil soldier pushed away his companion who was covering his crotch and stabbed with his gun. "Company commander be careful!" Han Jinjin roared and arrived, and pointed at the little devil's face with the box cannon that he had just picked up from Jia Laoer's body.

"Ping!" The little devil's head was blown out, and the corpse continued to rush forward with the help of inertia. The bayonet stabbed at the outside of Zhang Songling's thigh, half an inch deeper. "Damn it!" Han Jinjin fired another shot, killing the little devil who was holding his crotch and retreating. Then he bent down and quickly pulled the bayonet away from Zhang Songling's thigh.

"It's okay, keep pressing forward. There are few little devils left! Zhang Songling stomped his foot, feeling the burning pain of the wound, but he didn't feel any signs of uncommanded thighs. Dropped the big knife that had chopped the blade, and bent down to pick up the handle that originally belonged to Chen Qiusheng.

"Use this!" Han Jinjin stuffed another box cannon full of bullets to him, and then rushed towards the enemy first, "Little devil, grandpa is here to fight hard, if you are afraid of death, hurry up and dodge!" ”

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" Another veteran who had asked Zhang Songling to write a peace charm rushed forward sideways, squeezed the company elder against the wall of the trench, and screamed loudly. He fired at the little devil as he charged, and the bullet was flying almost close to Han Jinjin's ear. But Han Jinjin didn't protest at all, just held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, and continued to rush forward as if he were in a no-man's land

"Brothers, kill devils!" Two more veterans held large blades and squeezed past Zhang Songling, not giving him a chance to regain his footing.

The devils quickly rushed over to fight back, and more than a dozen bayonets lined up in two crowded hyperbolas, which were particularly dazzling. The veterans of the second company and the second platoon of the first battalion of the special service regiment rushed over with the devil's bayonets, either slashing with broadswords or shelling with box artillery. Forgetting life and death, drunk and obsessed.

"Don't laugh when you're drunk on the battlefield!" Zhang Songling suddenly groaned wildly, although no one around could understand. Holding the box cannon in one hand and using a broadsword as a crutch in the other to support his body, he continued to stagger forward. At the point of stalemate between the enemy and the enemy, he caught up with his brothers, probed the box cannon from the shoulders of the brothers, and smashed the heads of the devils.

"Kill the devil!" The box cannon in Han Jinjin's hand was empty again, and he smashed it the bridge of a devil's nose. The big knife followed the box cannon and cut off the little devil's sternum, disemboweling it.

"Kill the devil!" The brethren in front of him and behind him also raised their broadswords and rushed forward. Chop off the heads of one devil after another.

The corpse of a ghost soldier tripped Han Jinjin and staggered him. The other two devil soldiers leaned sideways and stabbed the bayonet right in the chest. His body froze, and he continued to rush forward with his broadsword held high. Pushing the two little devils to keep retreating. The devil's team was squeezed into a pimple, and the two veterans behind Han Jinjin poked the box cannon over his shoulders and swept at the human bump.

"Ping!" "Ping!" "Ping!" ......, hearing the familiar sound of shooting, Han Jinjin smiled and closed his eyes. He has always been afraid of death, so afraid of death that every time he goes to the battlefield, he has to get a woman's riding cloth and hide it in his arms to ward off evil spirits. However, when he really faced the devil's bayonet, he did not flinch in the slightest!

Han Jinjin, a native of Jixian County, Hebei Province, is the platoon commander of the 26th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army. Date of birth unknown, October 16, 1937, martyred in the Battle of Niangziguan......