The Japanese army Nakasa, who was already determined to die, finally failed to reap the glory of seppuku suicide because of his indescribable impulse, and died at the hands of a one-year recruit of the 772nd Regiment of the 386th Brigade of the 129th Division of the Chinese Eighteenth Group Army.

A year ago, he was just an ordinary sheep herding baby in the northwest of Shanxi.

If it weren't for the fact that the command knife in the hand on the corpse was too dazzling, and if it weren't for the "shining" of the Zhongzuo collar badge that had been stained red with blood, it would be really difficult for the 772nd Regiment to know that this little devil whose face was beaten into a flower turned out to be the captain of the 28th Cavalry Wing. In the first battle of the Battle of Niangzi Pass, the Japanese army was killed in the front line.

As a result, his command knife became the capture of the head of the 772nd Regiment, and the collar badge was handed over to the Niangziguan Theater Headquarters, becoming the target of reporters holding cameras and clicking non-stop.

As for the corpse that is no longer recognizable, it will become a salted dried fish like his subordinates.

There was no suspense, although the Japanese who charged to the death could be regarded as the elite of the most elite standing division of the Japanese army, but this Japanese army, which was still stubbornly resisting only about 40 people, was vulnerable in front of the red soldiers who were not inferior to them in terms of courage or bayonet tactics that had already sounded the trumpet of the charge for the second time.

The huge disadvantage in numbers was naturally the main reason for their defeat, and the disparity in weapons was also one of the reasons that could not be ignored.

Hanyang-made plus the bayonet itself is ten centimeters shorter than the 38 big cover plus the bayonet, which has always been the shortcoming of the Chinese army and the Japanese army. For this reason, the Red Army developed the use of red tassel guns against the enemy, and the National Army, like the 29th Army, developed machetes.

But at this time, the 28th Cavalry Wing was using a Type 38 cavalry gun. The Type 38 rifle is a short-barreled version of the Type 38 rifle, with a total length of only 966 mm, which is 30 cm shorter than the Type 38 rifle equipped by the infantrymen.

With the bayonet, the overall length is about 20 centimeters shorter than that of Hanyang-zuku, which is also added with a bayonet.

In white-knuckle combat with guns and bayonets, a short of five centimeters is extremely disadvantageous, let alone a shorter of more than 20 centimeters?

It's like two people fighting, an arm-long fist smashes you in the face, but your hand is still two fists away from others, if the strength of the two sides is close, naturally the tall one with long arms is more advantageous.

That's pretty good. The Type 38 rifle is not a folding bayonet, and the Japanese cavalry are generally accustomed to placing the bayonet under the saddle, and many times forget to take it out. The 28th Cavalry Wing was a very well-trained unit, and any soldier who entered the battle and forgot his weapon, no matter who it was, would be severely whipped by Okazaki Shoichi afterwards, so these cavalrymen still entered the battlefield with bayonets.

If, like other cavalry units, they did not carry bayonets, and charged at the Chinese bayonets that were 1 meter long and six meters long, and the cold light was shining with them, as in other cavalry units, how cool would their hearts be?

In fact, the white-knuckle battle was not as tragic as people imagined, and before the two sides actually made contact for thirty meters, more than a hundred rifles fired desperately and shot empty the bullets inserted into the chamber of the five rounds.

Barely a quarter of the Japanese troops survived and fought with bayonets and the 772nd Regiment.

In other words, at most, the Japanese army with an infantry squad is qualified to "ping pong" to show the fearlessness of the imperial Japanese cavalry.

But what they had to face was more than 100 high-spirited red troops. In front of the red troops, who already had the prototype of the three-three system, and three people in a group to deal with an enemy, one blocked, and the other two skillfully sprinted, and the earthy yellow figure was almost like a small wave, and disappeared into the sea of gray-blue figures in an instant.

In just one minute, this group of Japanese troops was completely annihilated, and the 772nd Regiment did not wound three people in a company, and no one died in the white-knuckle battle, but in the pursuit battle, because of the desperate counterattack of the Japanese army, four people were hit by bullets and died, and seven people were wounded and withdrew from the battlefield.

But the results of the battle were undoubtedly brilliant, and all of the 60-strong Japanese invaders were annihilated, and there were no wounded. When cleaning the battlefield, according to the military order handed down by Liu Lang, the commander-in-chief of the old pass: because the Japanese invaders are ferocious, the wounded will also resist with grenades and bullets, in order to protect our soldiers, all Japanese soldiers will first replenish their guns and then conduct searches.

The commander of the 772nd Regiment Ye knew even more in his heart that in the first battle of Pingxingguan on September 25, because he did not know the combat characteristics of the Japanese invaders, because the wounded Japanese soldiers and other red soldiers went to the rescue to pull grenades and pretended to be dead and attacked with guns, and the number of people reduced to dozens of people, and the battle was won, but dozens of red elites were also lost, which made the red commanders all feel painful.

Liu Tuanzuo's military order is naturally in line with his wishes. The red soldiers strictly implemented this military order, so how could there still be Japanese wounded? Whether it was a die-hard who really wanted to surrender or a die-hard who was loyal to their Emperor on the spot, not a single one of them ran away, and they were all killed cleanly.

The so-called human nature is for people, not for animals.

Compared with this group of little devils who also caused losses to the red troops, the other group of devils who fled from the left flank positions were much more embarrassed, they did not organize a decent counterattack at all, they just fled, frantically fled.

However, they have already consumed a lot of physical strength, and they really can't escape for the red soldiers who have accumulated energy in the hilltop position for half a day.

If it is the Japanese infantry, they have riveted enough strength to run, maybe they can escape for a while longer with their outstanding physical fitness. But who are they? The aristocratic lords who ride on tall horses all year round and look at the infantrymen with their nostrils.

The frenzied escape of more than two miles has completely exhausted their already small physical strength, and the saints can burst out of their small universe again and again, and return to the battle like an immortal little powerhouse, but these little devils cannot.

The desire to survive can only support them to run a thousand meters, and it can be regarded as the small universe has been burned. Forty-two Japanese criminals were shot one by one on the way to escape, and the last little devil who was killed at close range didn't even run at all, but sat on the ground and looked back at the swarming pursuers for a while.

When the red soldier who chased him to within a distance of 20 meters was about to catch a job, he saw him slowly raise his gun, and the Japanese soldier who had been hit by at least ten shots fell to the ground with a strange smile on his face.

That strange smile, the red elites who have experienced a great strategic shift seem to be able to understand a little. Like this, the pain of running more than 1,000 meters at the expense of physical strength, and the pain of lighting a torch in my lungs was really worse than death at that time.

Perhaps, this Japanese prisoner is finally freed!

The Japanese troops on both flanks were completely finished.

And what about the one located at the top of the mountain? The shelling had stopped for a long time, and Ye Zihua led a company to search the top of the mountain two minutes after the artillery company completely stopped shelling.

The scene that appeared in front of their eyes made Ye Zihua, who had experienced countless battles, and the soldiers who had experienced the tragic battle of the Great Wall also dumbfounded.

It's not that I haven't seen the tragedy, but the 9,000-square-meter position still makes the officers and soldiers of the independent regiment with guns a little stunned.

The scene after the ravages of more than 100 mountain artillery shells was really miserable.

The walls and passes of the old pass have long since disappeared because more than 60 kilograms of explosives were buried, and not even the broken walls were left, all of which were turned into flying ash in the frantic shelling. If you don't look closely, you won't know where there used to be a 3-meter-high wall.

The position was full of large pits, and even an iron pickaxe had to be swung hard to chisel a little bit of hard rock, and it looked vulnerable to the power of the shells.

The machine-gun fortifications that used to be stacked with sandbags to protect against grenadiers are long gone. It can be said that all the protrusions on the position were basically flattened by the ferocious artillery fire. Nature will throw in the towel in the face of the weapons invented by man, let alone man's own architecture.

And even more so the human beings themselves?

On the small position, there are all severed limbs and stumps, and the stumps that have been smoked black by the smoke of artillery fire reveal an incomparably palpitating whiteness. The black and white colors strive to show the brutality of war.

Pools of purple-black blood had long since evaporated from the heat of the explosion, leaving only the marks that proved that thousands of milliliters of blood had once flowed here.

The soldiers, who endured the disgusting smell of half-cooked barbecue from their noses, cautiously approached the trenches, where there were few people alive.

Between the corpses, only a few Japanese soldiers who were so smoked by the gunpowder smoke that they couldn't see their eyebrows were sitting there in a daze, if it weren't for the fact that their eyes were still blinking, and the officers and soldiers of the first company of the independent regiment who were searching didn't look carefully, they would have thought that they were also corpses!

The nearly 200 little devils who attacked the hilltop position, in this round of crazy shelling, there were only a few people left? Moreover, like a fool, looking at the slowly approaching enemy, only his eyes were moving, and he didn't even take the gun next to him.

Holding the semi-automatic rifle in his hand, he condescendingly looked at the few remaining Japanese officers and soldiers in the trench as if they had been blown up, and they were not only full of joy after victory, but also frightened.

Fear of cannons.

No matter how heroic they are, they are also human beings, normal people.

In the face of the dangers caused by the bombardment, it is impossible to say that they are not afraid in their hearts, even if they know that it is the enemy who is suffering from this nightmare.

This trench is still too shallow! It was the first thought that came to everyone's mind.