Chapter 6: The Ballad of the Great Wall (Part 6)

The little devil prides himself on being well-equipped and well-trained, and he actually wants to annihilate all the Chinese defenders guarding Niangzi Pass with half a division. The greed of this small snake swallowing giant elephant makes their own defense very weak. In the entire Walnut Garden camp, bullets and shells were piled up, but only one squadron of little devils was arranged to garrison them. And the spy group led by Lao Gou, even if the clerical and miscellaneous personnel are deducted, there are more than 1,000 brothers.

With more than 1,000 brothers sneaking up on more than 180 devils, there was no need for too superb command art. As long as the brothers can rush to the devil's side, as long as the brothers dare to confront the little devil at close range, there is no reason to lose. The tradition of the officers of the Secret Service Corps taking the lead in the ranks of the brothers greatly boosted their morale. Almost every company commander rushed to the front of the company. And immediately following the company commander was the deputy company commander and several platoon commanders.

It's the same charge, shouting "Brothers, follow me" and "Brothers, follow me", but the effect is worlds apart. Watching the officers rush forward desperately, even the recruits who have just joined the army for a short time can't afford to retreat. One by one, they turned their hearts sideways, bent their waists, and spread their legs in the crowd and ran forward. At first, the little devil's light machine gun was aimed at the officers of the special service regiment who took the lead in the charge, but later, he couldn't even take aim, and swept left and right at the swarming crowd.

......Several brothers were hit by machine guns and fell on the way to the charge. Without hesitation, the brother next to him stepped over his body and braved the bullets of the enemy to continue his progress. The devil's crooked light machine gun continued to fire, but he found that more and more Chinese soldiers rushed to the vicinity ......of the camp, not only in the front, but also on the left and right flanks, and countless Chinese soldiers rushed up like a desperate person.

"Boom!" A mortar shell drew an arc and fell into the ranks of devils. Lift the devil shooter with a crooked light machine gun into the air. "Da .....Da The Makqin heavy machine gun of the special service group also aimed at the vitality points in the devil battalion, and focused on clearing them one by one. The devil's light machine gunners were often forced out of hiding by Makqin and mortars before they could finish a magazine, holding ugly crooked handles, screaming and being beaten into a pile of minced meat.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The mortar adjusted its firing angle again, passed over the heads of the brothers who were rushing to the front, and fell into the pile of devils, lifting up corpses. The sound of the devil's shooting is getting thinner and thinner, and the pressure on the front of the battlefield is getting less and less. Zhao Dafeng, Zhang Songling, Liao Wenhua and others, who had already rushed into the camp, brandished their broadswords under the cover of the heavy machine gun team, and directly killed the devil soldiers who were shooting from the ground, cutting off their heads one by one and kicking them away.

When more than half of the brothers in the first battalion rushed into the camp of the devils, the heavy machine guns, mortars, and grenadiers on both sides were completely useless. At such a close distance, the machine gun swept over, and in all likelihood, he would kill himself and the enemy together. And artillery shells and grenades, that thing is even more inaccurate. If you target an enemy and fall into your own ranks, the impact on morale is almost fatal!

"Onboard!" Squadron Leader Kawashima Goji let out a loud shout and raised his command knife high behind the crowd. With a crisp sound of "kala", "kala", all the remaining devil soldiers took the initiative to withdraw the bullets in their rifles, loaded bayonets, and formed a bayonet battle formation in groups of three or five.

Playing with knives, that is the best project of the Northwest Army. Gong Ziqiang, the commander of the first battalion who rushed to the front of the team, laughed, dropped the light machine gun that had run out of magazines, pulled his big hand to the back of his head, and pulled out his big knife. took advantage of the situation to split Huashan, and split the nearest ghost soldier with a gun into two bloody pieces.

"Yagatne!" The other two devils in the same group as this little devil screamed miserably, and one of them stabbed Gong Ziqiang in the chest with a spear. The other person turned sideways, trying to sneak attack Gong Ziqiang's waist ribs. Gong Ziqiang lifted the big knife from below, knocked away the devil rifle in front of him, and then quickly stepped and turned around, and the knife light drew a poignant arc in mid-air, sweeping straight to the neck of another devil!

Life for life depends on who dares to persevere to the end. Even if the little devil's bayonet can pierce Gong Ziqiang's waist ribs, the big knife can also move the person's head off the neck with the help of inertia. The devil soldiers, who have been trained by bushido for many years, did not expect that there were more ruthless people in this world than themselves, so they instinctively collected their guns and dodged backwards. Gong Ziqiang's knife light was empty, and he immediately twisted his waist and reversed, and the big knife folded back upside down from an incredible angle, cutting a huge bloody hole in the belly of the little devil.

"Ahh Gong Ziqiang didn't even look at him again, and the sword light chased after the ghost soldier who had been knocked off the rifle by himself before. The devil soldier was obviously frightened by the tragic scene, took off his steel helmet, and danced up and down with his hands. Gong Ziqiang swept off the strap of this person's steel helmet with a knife, and then slashed this person's head into the sky.

In the sky, blood rained down. One devil after another's heads were swept off by the big knife, and they rolled in mid-air in despair. They are fierce, they are evil, they are greedy; They fought from Japan to Korea, and from Korea to the three northeastern provinces of China; They are not satisfied with occupying the three northeastern provinces of China, they still want to occupy the whole territory of China; They wanted the Yamato nation, which numbered only tens of millions of people, to ride on the heads of the Chinese people, like those nomadic tribes in history, to exert power and fortune, and to extort tyranny. They are destined to be wiped out on the land of China and turned into piles of dung, just like those nomadic tribes!

The trumpeter of the "Da Di" trumpeter sounded the traditional suona of the Northwest Army to strengthen the military tiger's might. Someone kicked over the carbide lamp in the scuffle and lit the devil's marching tent into a giant torch. Others leaned down in the middle of the charge and mended each of the wounded devils who had fallen to the ground, so as to prevent them from playing the same trick again. More brothers from the secret service group rushed into the group of devils with their companions, cutting bloody passages with large knives.

The sky quickly burned red with flames, red as the bottom of a huge pot. Under the red-hot dome, the Great Wall in the distance looks more and more majestic. He stood there, he had been standing there, his eyes wide, silently, proudly watching the battle around him. From the day it was built to the present, in the ups and downs of nearly two thousand years, he has witnessed countless battles with his own eyes. I've seen wins, I've seen defeats, I've seen draws, but I've never made a sound.

He doesn't make a sound, he doesn't cheer for the Guardians, but he quietly sends his shouts and cheers into the depths of the soul of every Guardian. Let them feel the power of the Great Wall, let them feel the dignity of the Great Wall, and let them not hesitate to use their souls and bodies to cast another Great Wall that will never fall! It starts from the sea in the east and into the desert in the west. When disaster strikes, every person who has the blood of Chinese in his body and is proud of his ancestral bloodline turns into a brick on the Great Wall, shoulder to shoulder, soul to soul, for parents and brothers, for future generations, to block wild beasts from outside the territory, and to hold up a sky without grievances.

He was betrayed in humiliation, savagely defeated, but never fell. He is standing, because in the darkest and coldest moments, there are also Chinese standing. He is brilliant, because no matter how many tribulations he endures, the people who made him and protected him will be restored to glory!

In this battle under the roots of the Great Wall, the combination of Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua is not the most courageous pair, but the most eye-catching pair. Among the two of them, one of them is a veteran of a hundred battles, and he has learned the knife technique on the basis of the eight styles of breaking the front that is common in the Northwest Army. The other person is a milk tiger who has just come down from the mountain, his teeth have not yet grown, but he is bold enough to cover the sky. The unfamiliar knife technique was unleashed, and nine out of ten moves were attacking, and the other move was also pondering how to burn the devil jade.

The devil soldiers who fought against Zhang Songling and Liao Wenhua were unlucky, and all the bayonets that attacked the little fat man were pushed by the veteran Youzi and walked to the empty place. And when the little fat man slashed every time, he was strong and heavy, leaving no way for himself or his opponent to retreat. The famous little devil just flashed a little slower for half a beat, and was disemboweled by Zhang Songling. The other two devils screamed and stabbed Zhang Songling's chest, but they were pushed sideways and rubbed by Liao Wenhua, and they were all taken off the rails.

"Kill!" Taking advantage of the fact that a little devil was staggered by Liao Wenhua, Zhang Songling pounced from the side, and it was a sweep of thousands of troops. The four-pound broadsword was slashed away with all his strength by his two hands, and the speed was as fast as lightning. Half of the little devil's body was cut off by the blade, and he couldn't feel the pain. It wasn't until he saw the little white fat officer, who was very rare among the Chinese, smirked and pulled a blood-stained blade out of his body, that he screamed and instantly fell to the ground.

The last devil who was right with the two of them stabbed again, and was once again blocked by Liao Wenhua with a big knife. He was so angry that his eyes were red, and regardless of the little fat Chinese officer who was close at hand, he stabbed the veteran oil one after another. "Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!" "Dang!" The bayonet slammed into the side of the broadsword, making a series of crunching sounds. Liao Wenhua blocked one after another, and guarded it impermeably. Zhang Songling raised the knife from behind the devil and slashed down silently, cutting off a small half of the devil's shoulder strap.

Smiling kindly at Liao Wenhua, he quickly turned around and rushed towards another group of devils who were stabbing against the brothers. "You can't do it slowly, you're in a hurry to die!" Liao Wenhua was tired and hot, and cursed loudly. After more than ten years of fighting, whether it is fighting internally or externally, he has never worked as hard as he does today. has been rushing to the front position, not to mention, and in order to cover Zhang Xiaofatzi, a daredevil, he suffered two bayonet wounds that were neither serious nor light. One on the side of the thigh, the other on the shoulder, both of which rubbed against the muscles, leaving a gap at least three inches long. Soaked in sweat, the pain burned to the fire.

And the harvest? What the hell does it take to know the harvest? It seems that all the little devils who fought against the two of them were hacked to death by Zhang Xiaofatzi in the end, and Lao Liao has been giving him a hand! And that little fat man, regardless of sticking into the pile, refused to stop at all to collect the epaulettes on the corpse of the devil!

Thinking that he would not be able to count his exploits without epaulettes, Liao Wenhua felt that the wounds on his body were getting more and more painful, and his steps began to stumble. Zhang Songling, who lost the cooperation of Liao Wenhua, became very lonely, and fought with two little devils one after another, but other brothers took the lead.

There was no longer a lonely devil around him, so Zhang Songling had to stop for the time being and turn back to find a good partner Liao Wenhua. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a devil squadron leader, under the protection of a few cronies, retreating to the camp's largest ammunition box. And the rest of the devils in the camp have been divided and surrounded by the brothers. Straight back to back, holding the bayonet, making a final stubborn resistance.

The brothers of the second and third battalions also outflanked from both flanks, completely sealing the retreat of the devils. There are still more than 60 little devils left on the battlefield, and they have completely become turtles in the urn. There is no escape, and there is no way to have enough time to survive and wait for outside support. The squadron leader of the little devil tore his throat and shouted, woo-hoo-w-wh, desperate like a jackal in a trap. And a few of the devil's cronies who had been following him trembled and took out a few grenades, and placed them next to the ammunition boxes one by one.

The little devil is going to fight hard! Zhang Songling didn't dare to delay any longer, dropped the big knife, and pulled out the box cannon again. The brethren of the special service group who rushed left and right on the battlefield kept interfering with his vision, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! He screamed and ran a few steps forward, pulled the trigger, and at the cost of a cartridge of bullets, knocked down a ghost soldier who was twisting a grenade.

"Yaga!" Tsuyoshi Kawashima, the leader of the devil squadron, found that his conspiracy had been discovered, and immediately pulled out the Wang Hachi box from his waist and shot at the little Chinese fat man who was rushing towards him. It's a pity that the performance of Wang Ba's box is too poor, and the leader of the devil squadron, Kawashima Gangji, is too flustered, and several bullets in a row hit the Chinese soldiers next to the little fat man. And the little fat man, covered in blood, relied on the huge ammunition load of the box cannon, and through continuous continuous fire, he knocked over one of his cronies.

Seeing that the little fat man was about to rush to his side, the leader of the devil squadron, Kawashima Goji, did not dare to delay any longer. Bent down and go with the last two cronies to twist the grenade, "For the sake of the Great Japanese Empire!" He shouted loudly, trying to blow the Chinese soldiers who rushed into the camp to pieces along with himself through the explosion of the ammunition box. Unexpectedly, a big knife suddenly flew over and directly swept off his arm holding the grenade.

"your grandma!" Liao Wenhua jumped to the ammo box and quickly kicked his legs, kicking the grenades that had begun to smoke on the ground into the air one by one. Several other veterans who had discovered the devil's plan also rushed forward, either picking up the grenade with their hands and throwing it into the distance, or kicking the smoking grenade away with their feet.

They managed to keep the grenade out of the crowd, but when the explosion rang out, it caused great casualties to the brothers. Including more than a dozen devil soldiers, they didn't see how the grenade flew at all, and they were sent into the air by the explosion, and then turned into corpses and fell down.

"Onboard!" Kawashima Goji, the leader of the devil squadron, roared loudly again, and raised the Wang Ba box with one hand, looking for the little fat Chinese officer who had failed him at the last moment. Liao Wenhua didn't give him this opportunity at all, picked up the big knife, raised the knife in his hand, and moved the person's arms and head away from the body.

"Spare your life—" The last two devil soldiers were actually frightened, put their hands together and fell to their knees. One of them actually spoke Chinese, although the pronunciation was not standard, but it was clearly heard by Lao Gou and others who rushed up.

The legendary devil soldier who never surrenders actually kneels on the ground and begs for mercy? The brothers were so shocked that they could barely close their mouths, and one by one they turned their eyes to the head of the old Gou regiment and asked him to make the final ruling.

"I'm a doctor, I haven't killed Chinese!" Sir, spare your life, spare your life! The little devil who could speak Chinese pointed to his armband in defense, his nose and tears dripping all over his face.

"The devil soldiers you saved have been killed!" Lao Gou did not hesitate to slash down and behead the devil doctor. Before he could turn his body to another devil, Liao Wenhua had already rushed over and finished off the last devil with a knife. "Little devils deserve to die!" Looking at the regiment leader Lao Gou flatteringly, he added loudly.

Although he didn't collect the devil's epaulettes, no one could take the credit for killing a devil squadron leader and a division commander. In the future, when the head of the group mentions the name of our Lao Liao, there will be no positive impression at all.

"Well done!" Lao Gou smiled and stretched out his bloody hand and patted Liao Wenhua's shoulder hard. But in the next sentence, he made Company Commander Liao's heart fall from the sky into hell, "This is just an appetizer tonight, our spy group has to stay here for at least three days!" When the time comes, there is a chance for you to perform! ”

Note: It's going to be a shift tonight. Thank you for your attention.