It's not that the recruits are too scummy.

In fact, when they had never been on the battlefield and had the courage to jump out of the trenches with the veterans and charge at the Japanese soldiers who still had the ability to resist and could shoot deadly bullets at them at any time, they were already very remarkable.

The strict discipline developed by the long training allowed them to overcome the fear of blood bursting and losing their lives at any time, but when they saw the hellish scene in front of them, they were still scared to pee.

Seeing several Japanese soldiers covered in flames, shouting "Huhu" in their mouths in Japanese they did not understand, stumbling through the smoke of burning rockets with their guns in their hands and rushing towards their prostrate position, they were so frightened that they forgot to shoot.

It was not the resoluteness of the Japanese soldiers with guns in their hands, but the flames that burned all over their bodies.

The flames were terrifying.

As far as the eye could see, the Japanese soldiers who were lucky enough to survive under the steel ball bullet rolled out of the bunker, rolling on the ground with a miserable howl that was not like a human voice, or desperately tearing off the burning clothes on their bodies, and a few lucky ones who were not on fire desperately took off their military uniforms and whipped the flames on their companions, trying to help extinguish them.

Ignited by incendiary rockets, they forgot that they had to face the charge of more than 100 Chinese infantrymen and the ferocious heavy machine gun fire.

The infantry of the Rock Battalion did not charge again, and the heavy machine guns stopped firing, because, they knew, there was no longer a need.

On the battlefield, he briefly fell into the weirdness of only human screams but no more gunshots.

Incendiary petrol bombs are not a new thing, they were born as early as World War I, but it was only during World War II that American GIs carried them forward and turned them into napalm, which became the most inhumane bomb after poison gas bombs in the entire World War II.

But in the late autumn of October 1937 in the Chinese battlefield, the application of incendiary bombs on a miniature battlefield made all officers and soldiers see its horror.

All the Japanese soldiers who tried to extinguish the flames on their bodies failed, and no matter how they slapped and rolled, the flames on their bodies were like maggots on the tarsal bones, lingering. Clothes will be lit when they are patted on clothes, and hands will be clapped, and hands will burn with them. Even if it was rolling on the ground, the ground was stained with the skin and flesh burned by the Japanese army, and even the stones and dirt were burning.

It's creepy.

The struggle and wailing of the Japanese soldiers on fire will only take 40 seconds at most, and then it will turn into silence. The reason why it is said to be a clump is because almost all human bodies are clumped together, and the most terrifying thing is that the body that is still burning in a clump will have strange tics from time to time.

It is not a conscious reaction of the human body, or even a nervous reaction, but the natural convulsions of the muscles and muscles caused by the fierce burning of the raging flame, just like roasting a pig's leg, when the skin is opened, the muscle fibers may be stretched, and the muscles may contract.

Undoubtedly, the most terrifying sound on the battlefield at this time is not the sound of gunfire, but the sound of human flesh being burned, the sound of pure roasting meat, which is almost the nightmare of all normal people.

As for the Japanese soldiers who were determined to know that they would not survive, but they still had to charge at the Panshi Camp with their guns, before the veterans could shoot them, but thirty meters, the Japanese soldiers whose body grease was ignited fell to the ground and became several "bonfires".

A gust of mountain wind blew, and a strong smell of meat reached the noses of the infantrymen. When they reacted to the smell of cooked human flesh, it was too late to hold their breath, and many recruits vomited as soon as possible.

The veterans who had experienced the Battle of the Great Wall were much stronger than the recruits, and although their faces were a little pale by such a miserable scene of the Japanese army, they were basically quite calm, holding their guns tightly and silently watching the reaction of the Japanese troops on the position.

If there are still survivors, then they will also quickly charge, rush to a range of 50 meters and 40 meters, throw grenades first, and then shoot the Japanese who jumped out of cover one by one to complete this combat mission.

As the infantry platoon commander of the sharp knife platoon of the first infantry company of the Panshi Battalion, Li Debiao's eyes have been staying on the Japanese positions in front, and his eyes are no different from squinting, and he has been searching for dangers that may still arise. If nothing else, after 20 seconds, he will lead the knife platoon again to launch a charge, completely annihilating the remaining Japanese troops.

It is the responsibility of an infantry platoon commander to complete combat missions, but as a veteran, he did not reprimand recruits for being timid, which is a necessary process for all recruits.

The training ground can train marksmanship and fighting, but it can't train the mental endurance in the face of cruelty.

Although this hellish scene in front of me is terrifying enough, compared to the original Great Wall Anti-Japanese War, staying in the trenches for eight days, watching the comrades-in-arms who ate at the same table and slept on the same kang head as brothers, or died slowly with pale faces because of the bullets, or were rolled up by the Japanese shells and then fell in pieces, or lay on the trenches and lay on his gun without saying a word, and died silently, while he had to leave his comrades one by one. You also have to face the psychological pressure of more and more waves of attacks from enemies who never seem to go away, and it doesn't count.

The smell of cooked human flesh? What's just a smell? They must also learn to gulp down the cold rice balls that will keep them energized for the day on a battlefield full of rotting corpses.

As a veteran of the former 19th Route Army who experienced the Songhu War of Resistance in January 1932, before the counteroffensive, he fought with the Japanese for nearly half a month. Although it was a cold January, the body that had been stored for half a month was also decomposed, and even if it was covered with three layers of blankets, the smell was disgusting. However, they must also continue to eat, drink, sleep, and fight here.

This is war, there is no warmth, only cruelty. Only by experiencing cruelty can we better understand the fragility and preciousness of life, but we can also better understand the feelings of comrades-in-arms.

They are the only ones you can trust on the battlefield. Your life can be given to them, both while you are alive and after you are dead.

However, Li Debiao did not give the order to charge after all, but held a submachine gun, slowly stood up, and led his subordinates and hundreds of infantry, including the recruits with dirt on their mouths, to aim their guns at the Japanese army.

Yes, there is no need to charge.

The remaining dozen or so Japanese soldiers, led by a Japanese soldier with a sun flag on his rifle, took off their military uniforms, some wore only white shirts, and some simply went bare-chested, rushed out of the position, and launched a counter-charge against the hundreds of Chinese infantry who were slowly standing up.

Because, they also know, it is futile to stay on the ground any longer. That will only be ignited by the new weapons of the Chinese, roasted in the bunker like a roast pig.

Perhaps to show their bushido spirit, or perhaps to hope that the Chinese would let them rush into the queue for a bayonet fight full of personal heroism, the Japanese did not shoot, but closed the gun insurance.

However, they did not know much about the independent regiment. In the Independent Regiment, Liu Tuanzuo has a military rule, before a white-knuckle battle, he must shoot all the bullets in his gun.

All the officers and soldiers of the Independent Regiment, although white-knuckle combat is an extremely important subject, and those who fail to pass cannot even be recruited into the army, Liu Lang cannot let the soldiers he has trained for several years die in the white-knuckle battle with a battle loss ratio of 1 to 1 and 1 to 2.

He is just a regiment, and any life is precious. He doesn't need any heroes, he needs a warrior who can live, a warrior who can contribute his strength to the country and the nation.

Including himself, his personal heroism has become less and less over the years, and if it were not for special circumstances, he would never easily go to the trouble of the 6th Division with two special forces carrying a mortar like the Battle of the Great Wall.

Perhaps, today's Liu Tuanzuo lacks the high-spirited youthful spirit when he first came to this era, but he is undoubtedly becoming more and more qualified as a commander who has matured day by day.

No one dared to disobey his military orders.

Looking at the last remnants of the Japanese army who left the position and were forced to counter-charge and still wanted to make money, Li Debiao, who was standing at the forefront, smiled coldly, waved his hand lightly, and the infantry platoon under his command did not hesitate to aim at the Japanese army and shoot.

There is no suspense, the semi-automatic rifle can empty ten rounds of ammunition in five seconds, and the Suomi submachine gun with a 71-round drum is enough to pour out the firepower of a light machine gun in five seconds. The brave enough Japanese troops were all shot at a distance of more than 120 meters from the infantry of the Rock Battalion.

The leading Japanese soldier Cao rolled in pain and howled until he was silent.

"Platoon commander, what are you shouting like a pig on a dog day!" A recruit closest to Li Debiao couldn't help but ask quietly.

"Hehe, I don't understand it, but I think it's just scolding us for being cowards and not daring to fight with them with bayonets." Li Debiao grinned and asked rhetorically: "Dongzi, if you really fight with them with bayonets, are you afraid!" ”

"I'm afraid of him, the five bullets left in my gun can kill several of them, not to mention, my bayonet fighting in the past two years has not been practiced in vain, and even the squad leader is sometimes not my opponent! Still afraid of them? The second-year soldier who was transferred from the Zhuangding Company to the Rock Battalion two years ago replied confidently with a strong chest.

"As long as you kid can." The infantry squad leader standing on the side laughed and scolded him and slapped him on the back of the head, "Hurry up, go to clean up the battlefield with the brothers, and the work of mending guns and knives for the little devil will be handed over to you kid." ”

According to the wartime regulations of the Independent Regiment, except for kneeling and surrendering to the Japanese army, no prisoners were left, including those who were incapable of resisting. It's not that they don't have extra food and medicine to feed them, but they don't have that spare time. Whenever a Japanese invader enters China, the muzzle of that one is not stained with the blood of the Chinese?

Moreover, with the tragic lesson of the 115th Division of Pingxingguan cleaning the battlefield but being killed by the wounded Japanese soldiers with grenades and cold guns after the victory, the independent regiment, including the 386th Brigade, issued orders before the war to clean up the battlefield, in order to ensure safety, all guns were replenished first and then knives.

The time left for them to clean up the battlefield was only five minutes. Ling Hong, the battalion commander on the terraced position, had already ordered all the fire support troops to pack up their equipment and ammunition and prepare to set off for the main battlefield five kilometers away.

After a sporadic burst of gunfire, the infantrymen marched into the mountains and forests under the leadership of their respective platoon commanders with their guns on their backs and marched towards the main battlefield.

The 79th Infantry Wing of the Japanese Army arrived at this point, and the two infantry brigades that arrived at Qiqian Village, plus the wing headquarters and the artillery squadron, baggage squadron, and ammunition squad directly under it, were all wiped out, and not even a single person escaped, and only a complete infantry brigade of 1,100 people stationed in Jingcheng County remained.

Oh, and also hitched two 94 tanks and 6 tank crews.

A small 94 tank was stuck headlong in the manure pit of Chinese peasants, and it was captured, but no one paid attention to it at this time.