Chapter 1118

After 20 minutes, 3 red colors rose into the sky from the direction of the General Headquarters of the Front.

The "Dawn" operation entered the final stage of the general offensive.

With the infantry company as a unit, the signal corps of the Red Army and the company of the Independent Regiment invariably raised the same trumpet and blew the same tune of "Didi Da".

The fire coverage had completed another round five minutes earlier, and the blue and gray figures launched a final thunderous charge against the remaining Japanese troops down the hill in almost the same formation, armed with rifles already loaded with bayonets.

The three-three system, which had already taken shape in the red army, and the three-three system, which had been basically formed in the independent regiment, was enough for the more than 4,000 infantry who rushed down to the commanding heights to cover each other and launch a surprise attack on the last line of defense of the Japanese army.

Although it is a charge and a hand-to-hand encounter, there are not many opportunities for white-knuckle combat.

The total strength of the independent regiment involved in the battle was actually more than that of the 386th brigade and the 771st regiment, but because of the different formations, machine gunners and mortar gunners and ammunition men accounted for a large proportion of the independent regiments. Therefore, there are more infantry who can participate in the charge, but the 771st Regiment is more, according to the pre-war arrangement, when charging, it is basically an independent regiment infantry squad accompanied by one or two red infantry squads.

This may also be the simplest charge that the Red Warriors have ever experienced, even if they are sweating with their steel guns in their palms, they have little chance to meet the Japanese invaders in the imagination of "white knives in and red knives out".

The little devil with tenacious willpower surprised them all very much, and there was no chance to get close at all.

Each infantry squad of the independent regiment has a light machine gun and two Suomi submachine guns to accompany it, and the rocket launcher group is 15 meters behind the charging infantry.

The infantry and red soldiers of the Separate Regiment who followed most of the time only had to rush over to replenish their guns or knives.

It would be even better if you encountered the Japanese soldiers who did not rely on cover to resist but rushed up with bright bayonets with red eyes, the semi-automatic rifles were loaded with 10 rounds, and the two submachine gun drums were as high as 70 rounds, and an infantry squad could pour more than 200 rounds of ammunition in ten seconds even if it was not supported by light machine gun fire from the squad.

Not to mention the remnants of the Japanese who have been cut by the high ground and have long lost their unified command, at most they can only organize a counterattack at the squad level, that is, at the squadron level, on any battlefield, the Chinese soldiers who are already three times their strength can also beat them to slag with automatic firearms.

Kenji Suzuki's eyes were clouded with a dead gray color from the moment the three red flares rose into the sky.

He knew that after three hours of grinding, the Chinese were finally going to launch a final attack.

Three hours earlier, although the Imperial Air Force had been lost to a despicable Chinese ambush, and although Rear Admiral Ryoo had been shattered by the damned mortar of the more despicable Chinese gunners last month, he had not lost confidence. More than 3,000 infantry artillery is his most powerful support.

Since entering North China in July, the infantry wing under his command has never lost a battle, even if it is a heavy loss at the Xuehua Mountain, it is the result of a full Chinese division defending the danger, he is the attacker.

Now, he still has more than 3,000 people, even if the terrain is unfavorable, but it is more fun to defend for seven or eight hours and wait for reinforcements to arrive?

However, as time passed, one of the hearts of the Japanese army Dazuo also slipped into the abyss little by little. The Chinese's melee firepower is not only strong, but they are too patient. Relying on the superiority of machine guns and mortars, they are like a grinding disc, squeezing the living space of him and his subordinates little by little.

Everywhere, as long as the guns of resistance are heard, where the guns can't hit, they cover them with mortars. If the mortar can't hit the dead end, they will bombard with a new weapon that he has never seen before, the kind of explosion, a radius of tens of meters or even a hundred meters is a sea of fire, as long as it is a cocktail that can't be shaken off on the body, it is definitely a nightmare for Kenji Suzuki and all his subordinates.

More than a hundred meters away, Kenji Suzuki, who had changed the position of the headquarters and hid in the cave bunker, could feel the despair of Captain Akio Fujimoto. The young man who graduated from the Army University, whether in courage or infantry commanding ability, was the leader of the wing, and he was deeply loved. Not everyone has the opportunity to lead an infantry squadron as a wing and brigade headquarters guard.

However, the excellent army captain did not have the opportunity to pull out his sharp command knife, and the bravery of the imperial army was fully demonstrated by the fact that five Chinese soldiers were killed one after another as in the North China battlefield, and after the new weapons of the Chinese exploded, he ran out of the bunker with a miserable howl, covered in a raging fire, no matter how he rolled on the ground, no matter how the soldiers around him took off their military uniforms and whipped them, the more they burned.

Eventually, it turned into pitch black. The 1.75-meter-tall army captain curled up in the flames turned out to be pitiful.

Cold to the bone, Kenji Suzuki, who studied Chinese culture in his spare time, finally understood the chill of this four-character idiom invented by the ancient Chinese.

At the moment when he saw the captain looking at him when he realized that the fire on his body could no longer be extinguished, Kenji Suzuki felt that the blood in his body seemed to freeze.

When the Chinese kill people, they are no more "merciful" than they are. But that is just a prelude to showing the cruelty of the Chinese.

A Japanese second lieutenant who tried to change cover but was shot in the leg on the way to run and lost his mobility, perhaps it was his fate to be shot and killed again, but the Chinese seemed to be stingy with their own bullets, and quietly watched him crawl towards the bunker with difficulty.

It was only when someone wanted to help him that bullets were fired, and the Imperial warriors who dared to help the ensign were shot one by one on the way quietly approaching, without exception.

In the end, the second lieutenant, who no one dared to rescue, died on the mountain road only fifteen meters from the bunker because of excessive bleeding. The Japanese infantry in a circle around him was as high as thirteen people.

They even used him as bait. Cruel.

Kenji Suzuki, who was cold to the bone on the battlefield because of the strength of the Chinese and denounced the cruelty of the Chinese, seems to have forgotten that since entering North China in July, not to mention the Chinese soldiers who died on the battlefield, there are only ten civilians. It was when he was drunk and wanted to have fun, so he played a game of "hunting" with several infantry captains, besieging a large village in North China with soldiers, and the villagers fled from the village in panic and fled to the sorghum fields like green gauze tents, he and three infantry captains, holding 38 rifles, stood 300 meters away, like rabbits to shoot the Chinese villagers who were scattering and fleeing, and Kenji Suzuki, who killed ten Chinese villagers in one go, won the victory of the drunken "hunting".

The future Chinese poet of the Hazy School of China, Bei Dao, has a poem that says it well: meanness is the passport of the mean. It may be someone like Kenji Suzuki!

Only this time, instead of the noble becoming the epitaph of the noble, the meanness becomes the epitaph of the despicable. Of course, Kenji Suzuki knew from the moment he saw the three red flares go up that the graves belonging to him and the 40th Infantry Brigade had been dug.

As for the epitaph, it is estimated that the "cruel" Chinese will not have such good intentions. The greatest possibility of his corpse being placed in the lens of the camera with His Excellency Major General Yoshio last month was presented in front of the eyes of thousands of Chinese, which became a reason for them to cheer.

"Bongyaki" This is the first military order issued by Kenji Suzuki through gritted teeth at the moment when the charge horn sounded.

The flag of the 79th Infantry Wing has been turned into ashes in the despicable canyon blasting of the Chinese, and the flag of the 80th Infantry Wing cannot become a trophy for the Chinese.

However, this time it was not only the flag of the wing that was "burned", but also the body of His Excellency Major General Yoshio last month, although there were stones and even a piece of wood could not be found here, but the flames of the incendiary bomb fired by the Chinese five minutes ago were still burning, and even if Yoshio last month could not be burned to slag, it should still be possible to "roast" it.

Originally, Kenji Suzuki, who had already ordered the whole army to break through with the second military order, also wanted to "bake" himself, but watching Major General Yoshio Yoshio's body full of cream "squeak" in the flames, and the "baked" human oil flowed on the ground like this, the sweat on Kenji Suzuki's head did not stop.

He doesn't want to be a roast pig, really. I don't want to in this life.

The Japanese army Osa may have been really frightened by his own military order, and when the shouting of killing became clearer and clearer, and he was getting closer and closer, the Japanese army Osa who took off his military uniform and wore only a white shirt turned his sharp katana upside down, but he didn't have the courage to stab into the fat belly, and then pull a knife horizontally like the legend said, so that the intestines flowed out of the way to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor.

Is it that His Majesty the Emperor likes to eat "water" This allusion is not what he is thinking about now, he just thinks that it must be very painful.

The only death through the ages is vividly reflected in this Japanese army Dazuo, who is completely desperate and can't even send a jade broken telegram.

At the moment when the Chinese hurried footsteps and gunshots rang in their ears, Kenji Suzuki even had the idea of dropping the knife and letting the Chinese take prisoner.

Although it will be a little insulting, at least you can live, at least you don't have to be roasted into a "suckling pig" like Yoshio last month! The Japanese army Dazuo looked at His Excellency the Major General, who had been baked black ten meters away, and his hand holding the handle of the knife was trembling.

Heaven and man are at war, absolutely.

But the next moment, he wasn't so entangled.

"Relieved" dropped the cold glittering command knife.

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PS:Update a chapter first.,The next chapter is only half of the time I've written and there's a temporary urgency.,It's estimated that it's going to be a little late.,Strive to serve it before 6 o'clock.,There will definitely be a double change.。