Chapter 609 Promotion in the line of fire

Boom, boom, the explosion sounded, more than a dozen grenades were thrown, and the timely explosion blocked the momentum that was rushing forward. Soldiers kept entering the battle position, platoon guns rang out, and the natives who were running fast in the dark were constantly knocked down about ten meters in front of the improvised fortifications. But the platoon guns only rang out for one round, and the men in black kept rushing around the barbed wire and traps to this small force, and these men in black were convinced that if they rushed up, the scimitars in their hands could break their opponents.

A round of guns, a grenade, there is no possibility of blocking the opponent at all, can only slow down slightly, the opponent still rushed up quickly, the distance is getting closer and closer, there is no time to load. Ushito Jiro drew his bayonet, made a quick click, barely had any thoughts, instinctively jumped on the sandbag, and shouted: "Kill with me!" ”

The power of example is endless, and Ushito Jiro's actions immediately attracted dozens of followers. The blue bayonet stabbed at the man in black who rushed up. This action is simple and direct, and it has been practiced many times in the new barracks, and hundreds of times a day on the Nanyang side.

The man in black didn't expect to come so quickly, so he subconsciously twisted his waist to dodge, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down. This knife saved his life, but it didn't dodge a stab in the thigh. 3. The power of the edge and bayonet lies in the irregular wound, and the bloody arrow rushes out, and in an instant one leg loses its strength. Ushito Jiro instinctively followed a movement, and the butt of the gun slammed into his head, and the man in black fell with a bang. At this time, when I looked around me, several people had fallen to the ground, and the melee ability of these soldiers was very average.

"Onboard!" A soldier shouted hooray, white smoke billowing from his explosive pack. This is a very amazing phenomenon, why these Japanese soldiers are so fearless of death. The answer is actually very simple, it doesn't matter if he dies, his family is taken in, and each person is divided into fifty acres of land. At this price, for the Japanese, let alone a life. Ten lives are worth it.

Private Watanabe, a third-class guy who usually looks a little cowardly, it seems that anyone can bully him, and I don't see him angry. But in this moment, his courage put everyone to shame. With a loud bang, Watanabe, who rushed into the crowd, disappeared, and the gap in the flow of people was instantly blocked.

The short pause bought time for the soldiers behind. The crackling platoon guns rang out again, grenades rained out, and the momentum of the rapid assault was completely contained.

Suharto in the dark, at this time, is helpless, this side can't rush out quickly, at most twenty minutes, reinforcements can feel it. When the time comes, he'll be dead. Fight, with the most elite soldiers. Suharto himself rushed forward and after cutting down the three natives who had run back, hundreds of them were killed again.

But at this time, there is no longer the courage to move forward. The Japanese soldiers on the opposite side had adapted to the rhythm of the battle, and were inspired by Watanabe. Forget the fear, keep shooting, keep throwing grenades. Even Suharto's personal charge failed to change the situation of being blocked to the death.

The short distance of 100 meters has become a moat. Simple fortifications in front of it. There were no less than 200 people lying down, including indigenous and Japanese Ming soldiers. Niu Teng kept fighting, and after taking more than forty people with bayonets and killing all the people who rushed in, he came back with only a dozen or so men. I didn't have time to think about it, so I threw all the grenades on my body, took advantage of the opponent's retreat, quickly reloaded and fired, reloaded, and fired again.

The whole battle lasted less than half an hour, and a torch appeared behind it, and an infantry team from Dengzhou was chasing after it rapidly. Under the front and back attacks, Suharto's 500 men completely collapsed. In the midst of the gunfire, Suharto, who decided to make a final effort, ran into the field inside, but unexpectedly stepped on the air and fell into the mud of the rice field.

When he got up, a Japanese soldier who caught up with him stabbed the bayonet into his back, and the moment he pulled out the bayonet, Suharto, who seemed to have no strength in his body, fell softly into the mud, and the last thing he saw was Bandung who was burning.

Learning from Cui Hao's style, Niu Tojiro lit a cigarette for himself, this thing is really effective, except for a few choking coughs, it will soon make people less tired. At the last moment of the battle, he felt that he had no strength in his body, and he was tired and did not want to move. finally relieved, and looking at the soldiers around him, there were many less.

The sky turned white, and in the hazy morning, he struggled to get up from the grass, silently walked to the point where Watanabe exploded, and tried to find something, and finally he found a few limbs, barely put together, no longer human, the head did not know where to fly, how could it not be found. Ushito Jiro knelt on the ground and cried, "Watanabe, I can't find your head, what should I do?" Watanabe, your family is everyone's family, go with confidence. ”

A Ming officer watched this scene silently, although he didn't like these dwarves, but he didn't have any intention of discriminating at this moment. I remembered once again that at a certain military meeting, the commander told everyone that as long as these Japanese identify with the Ming Dynasty and take pride in being a Ming person, he is our best comrade-in-arms. He didn't agree with this sentence before, but now he must admit that it makes sense. One hundred and three Japanese soldiers, at the cost of fifty-five casualties, blocked Suharto's escape, and the natives who finally escaped were only a few people.

Although these people are still speaking Japanese, they work hard to learn the official language of the Ming Dynasty and always treat themselves as soldiers of the Ming Dynasty. This is an inner force at work, fighting for a better life that he and his family have not had.

After Lin Ya got the news, she left behind the fierce battle that was going on in the city and rushed to this small battlefield. On the grass on the side of the road, there was a row of corpses, all of them were Japanese Ming soldiers, a total of thirty-six people, and nineteen seriously injured soldiers, who had been sent to the hospital for rescue.

Niu Teng, who didn't know much words, couldn't read the names recorded in the paperwork, but it didn't prevent him from carefully putting them away and preparing to do things for these brothers. After this battle, the remaining people are comrades-in-arms who can rely on each other's lives.

"Jiro Ushito!" A greeting made Niu Tojiro, who was busy with his work, stand up, and when he saw Lin Ya, his first reaction was to tidy up his military uniform, and then snapped upright. Lin Ya, who strode forward, looked at his body carefully with a strict face that should not have been seen for ten thousand years, and only after finding the wound did he show a smile and said, "You guy, what a lieutenant." The battle of Yanglan Village has you, blocking the night attack of thousands of natives, and this battle has you, blocking Suharto's routine. Don't worry, that guy has been killed, this is the credit of the Japanese Infantry Squad 13, and no one can snatch you. Do your job well and you will become a great senior officer in the future. Lin Ya patted him on the shoulder as she spoke, Niu Teng straightened his waist and shouted in a broken official dialect: "Da Ming is mighty, Da Ming is loaded, I am willing to die for Da Ming!" "When I said Banzai, I was still used to learning Japanese.

Lin Ya naturally didn't care about this detail, raised her hand to find an officer beside her, took off the epaulette on his shoulder, and brought it to Niu Tengjiro with her own hands, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Congratulations, Captain Niu Teng!" ”

What rank is this captain? It should be explained here that the Japanese mercenaries had a combat squad of 100 people and a combat group of 30. The armament is a smoothbore gun, no cannon. Now Ushito Jiro's position is squad leader, which was originally the practice of pulling generals among the dwarfs, but after a battle, Lin Ya, who was already very short of officers, directly got him a captain, that is, an officer who can command two squads, and then a battalion officer, who can command five brigades, and generally this position is held by officers from the Ming Dynasty.

Ushito Jiro is like a dream, he has only been in the Ming army for three months, and he is an officer commanding more than 200 people. The next step in my mind is the salary, and the captain's salary seems to be fifty silver yuan. Better!

Bandung was turned into a dead city, and after 20,000 troops entered the city, a brutal massacre began. The order was given by Chen Xie, not a single male should be left, and no woman over forty years old would be left, and there would not be so much food to feed. The order is already so cruel, and in the process of really executing it, it will only be even more cruel. No one knows exactly how many people were killed in this city. The only approximate number is that of the combat units themselves, which is about 5,000 young women.

The raging fire ignited again, this time not rockets, but kerosene. This kind of fuel oil extracted from petroleum in a rudimentary process has been widely used after it was produced in Java. Mountains of corpses were piled up, firewood was piled up, kerosene was poured on them, and the smell of meat and kerosene filled the air.

No one counted how many similar fires there were, and later historians found that a Ming soldier left a diary, unraveling the tip of the iceberg of what was later called the brutal and bloody period of Javanese assimilation.

"I moved the bodies for a whole day, piled them up into a hill, and the firewood poured with kerosene was lit, and there was a crackling sound in my ears. It's like firecrackers are ringing, and I heard that this city has killed tens of thousands of people, and it has completely become a ghost town. The fire I lit with my own hands burned for two days and two nights before it was extinguished, and the ashes were thrown into the river, and I decided not to eat freshwater fish again. (To be continued......)