However, for Zhao Yun, they can be regarded as crooked, seeing that the samurai and the Japanese army are mixed together, Zhao Yun does not have to worry about the problem of fire support from the Japanese army. While ordering people to clean up the remnants of the Kimura brigade, he quickly reinforced the samurai who were in the vanguard.

Seeing that the camp warriors were not swept away by their own team, but fought to a close end, the middle-aged squadron leader affirmed his previous thoughts. "Defeat these death squads that are regarded as forwards, then the rest of the people will definitely be like the team of the former Qing Dynasty, no matter how many people there are, they are lambs to be slaughtered." The middle-aged squadron leader personally commanded the rest of the team to step forward, and the Japanese soldiers took off their raincoats with screams, took off their raincoats, and rushed into the front line of hand-to-hand combat with their bayonets on their rifles.

The Japanese army is fierce, however, Zhao Yun's camp warriors are not vegetarians, after withstanding the first wave of pressure, they immediately held the defense line steadily, and in the face of the Japanese army's stabs, the samurai in the front row held a shield in one hand, puffed up his strength, and his shoulders were topped, and he came to a short-distance counterattack. The bayonets of the Japanese army were knocked to the side on the shield, except for a spark and a piercing metallic sound, and behind the shield-wielding samurai, a crescent halberd stretched out from the crack in the crowd, stabbing and hooking, and the Japanese soldiers in the front row were hit one after another, either by stabbing a hole, or by a big cut in the stomach.

"Compared with the camp warriors, you really don't know how to write dead words?" Zhao Yun originally wanted to push this group of Japanese troops away with one blow, and then use the shield soldiers as the vanguard and rush all the way into the artillery position.

Unbeknownst to him, a black thing suddenly flew over from the ranks of the Japanese army. "Grenades?!" Zhao Yun has long been guarding against this, for the camp warriors, in addition to cannonballs, this kind of thing that explodes at close range is the most lethal.

The shield-bearer hurriedly raised his shield and threw it away from his shoulder, keeping them out of the shield, while the halberd soldier could only play with his spear and set aside some of the crowded.

With the explosion of the grenade, the samurai could not cling to the previous victory, and could only watch as the Japanese dragged the wounded soldiers to the rear, and some of the fierce men who were not afraid of death continued to scream "wah" and pounced with bayonets. All of a sudden, the two sides were evenly matched.

"Axe Gang, give it to me!" Seeing that the Japanese army threw out the grenade without hesitation, regardless of the possible consequences of the soldiers in the front row, Zhao Yun was also ruthless, and hurriedly threw his arm and pushed the French axe-thrower out.

The French axe-throwers are the oldest short-range attacking class, and they are based on warriors with amazing arm strength in order to be able to throw heavier and farther axes. They are more like marksmen than infantry, and their attack power is quite strong, but they are more able to destroy enemy buildings than rifle bullets and crossbow arrows. Generally, they cooperate with cavalry units to fight, but their biggest disadvantage is probably that they are slow, and once they are out of the protection of cavalry, they may be the target of long-range rifle fire in individual combat. But the cluster heavy axe is almost invincible, almost indestructible, and it is also good and unambiguous against the Japanese army. With a round of axes, the Japanese army almost fell in response.

The Sakura-style steel helmets worn by the Japanese army were simply not protective against axe attacks. Seeing the ferocity of the axe, the Japanese soldiers then alternated shooting and assassination, and threw several waves of grenades at the samurai. Correspondingly, the French axe-throwers also threw more hand axes in response to the Japanese army's actions.

The two sides only fought for less than five minutes, and Zhao Yun's military formation in the first column was almost consumed, leaving only a few scattered ones still fighting with the Japanese army, but the second column of the military formation had also been arranged, passing through the queue of French axe-throwers, and retaking the position of the first column. The samurai suffered heavy casualties, and the other party was not comfortable, and the squadron that took the lead in the attack, except for one squad that could see the formation, the rest could basically kick out of the battle sequence.

"Wing Commander, the rear requests tactical guidance!" He had only been away for more than ten minutes, and Shibata was busy arranging the defensive line, when the communication soldiers behind him came after him.

Shibata, who was standing at the front-line command post, had a blue face, knowing that this "militia group" was not easy to deal with, but it was necessary to exaggerate it like this! Tactical guidance? Isn't it just a call for help? How long will it take to ask for help?

Although Shibata didn't like it in his heart, there has always been no joke in the army, and the group of guys under his command who are above the top need tactical guidance, so it must have been an emergency. "Leave one squadron, and the rest of the men will follow me to the artillery position!"

Since it was reinforcements, Shibata would never drag mud and water, leaving a squadron to monitor the movement on the mountain, and the rest of the men and horses were all pulled to reinforce. After all, if the nest is not protected, then it really doesn't make much difference whether this front line is defended or not.

Shibata, who came in a hurry, ignored the sound of killing in front of him, waded through the rain all the way, rushed to the front line, and saw two squadron leaders with the team guarding in front of the artillery position, one or two hundred meters ahead, nearly 1,000 people on both sides were strangled together, "No wonder the sound of fighting overshadowed the sound of heavy rain, and it could be heard so far away." ”

"And what about the other two squadrons? Did they outflank the two wings? "Glancing at the battlefield, Shibata estimated from experience that there were already two squadrons joining the battle group in front, but six squadrons, what about the other two? Didn't you let them stop it? This group of arrogant guys won't want to outflank and eat this "militia group", right? Hey, with their arrogance rising all the way from the Far East to Mudanjiang, there is really a possibility that they shouldn't have left here just now!

When Shibata was sighing secretly, he suddenly found that the Japanese soldiers in the battle group were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a squadron leader's report came from his ears: "Report to the Wing Commander, the two squadrons of our army have been loyal to His Majesty the Emperor."

"Two! Faithful! When Shibata heard the news, his heart slowed down, and he turned his head to look at the squadron leader, "You said that within a dozen minutes, our two squadrons will be filled in." ”

"Yes, Wing Commander, please!" The two squadron leaders bowed together, which was equivalent to pushing the brazier into Shibata's hand.

Shibata glared at both of them fiercely, and continued to focus on the battlefield in silence. At the time when he had just spoken, on the battlefield, at least twenty or thirty Japanese soldiers fell, "Oh, this consumption speed!" Shibata finally understood why he had filled two squadrons so quickly.

The other party was not afraid of the rifle bullets in the hands of the Japanese army at all, and they were completely facing the bullets, slashing with knives and axes, and the momentum of hand-to-hand combat. Moreover, everyone on the other side was wearing armor, seeing death as home, being shot and stabbed with bayonets, without the slightest pause, still waving the weapons in their hands, with a posture of dying together. The Japanese army's ability to resist being beaten was much worse than that of the other side, and they were often either severely disabled or killed by an axe from the other side. It was entirely by relying on the tactics of bayonets and grenades that the battle line was kept two or three hundred meters away from the artillery position.

"What about the heavy?" Shibata turned his head and asked the two squadron leaders, should the fire be suppressed at this time? They are all veterans, do they still need to be taught?

One of them pointed to a small hill on one side, where corpses were already lying on the ground. At first, Shibata didn't pay attention, but after they pointed out, they realized the problem.

Standing and shooting with machine guns in hand, the ones who are generally selected are those with big shoulders and round waists and strong bodies, and at the moment the members of the wing are basically sent down to hand-to-hand combat except for those lying there. Now there are almost no people standing next to them who are relatively "well-proportioned", capable of holding machine guns, and shooting accurately.

"What's going on?"

"There's a sharpshooter on the other side!" One squadron leader replied weakly, "As long as someone goes up, it's a headshot, and twenty-six have already gone up."

"Sharpshooter? Does he have us? What about people? "Shibata is very close to the daily training in the team, and how many people in the army have good marksmanship, that is Menqing. Although it was dark and the line of sight was not good, the elite who could hit the target within two or three hundred inside and out, there were still one-tenth of the people in the entire wing who could do it.

"They're shooting at each other, and if they can't find each other, call at the opposing infantry!"

"Stupid!" These masters are all wasted, Shibata scolded, "What about the heavy machine gun?" I haven't heard it sound since I got to the position, don't tell me it's raining and can't sound. ”

"Captain, you'd better go and see for yourself!" The other squadron leader, who had not made a sound, said cautiously. Tonight's events were so unbelievable that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was a joke if he had been told it.

Shibata walked a few steps and saw a circle of sandbags, which had turned into "reeds" with white flowers

"This is a machine-gun position?" Shibata asked unconfidently, nonsense, when he just left, when Shibata passed by, he encouraged the soldiers a few words. But now, all he could see was the arrow feathers of the white flowers. Shibata picked one of them, and when he got closer, he found that the number of arrow feathers around the sandbag circle would definitely not be less than four hundred. So many arrow feathers were all poured into a machine gun position with a radius of no more than four square meters, and it can be imagined what happened to the people inside.

Shibata stepped forward and wanted to pull out an arrow to take a look, but when he used the force, the shaft of the arrow did not move at all, and he squatted down to take a look. The arrow, which is about one meter three long, has been completely inserted into two layers of sandbags. "What kind of arrow is this?" Shibata, who had learned kyudo in Japan, had also come into contact with the Great Bow, but the enemy army was at least 300 meters away. Four hundred archers had to fire a salvo at least another hundred meters, which meant that the arrows were thrown from four hundred meters away. "This distance! Ha! Shibata put his hands together and let out a long sigh, "The enemy I encountered this time is not ordinary!" ”

"Wing Commander, we should go up, there are not many of our soldiers in front." At this time, the two squadron leaders gave Shibata a military salute and prepared to ask for his life.

Shibata glanced at the battle group that the two sides were fighting in front of him, and sure enough, the figure of the Japanese soldiers had thinned out a lot.

"Martial arts are long!" Shibata knew what was going to happen to them and what the outcome would be, and they knew it themselves. Although I was surprised by the strong enemy I encountered tonight, they were soldiers, so they still had no hesitation.