With that exuberant bushido spirit, with the double disadvantage of height and numbers, they still had the upper hand in the first wave of bayonet fights between the two sides,

The soldiers of more than a dozen independent regiments in the front row were all with bloody holes in their stomachs, and some were even stirred with bayonets.

But Rokossovsky's independent regiment is not a vegetarian, and if the thousand-numbered man can't beat the dozens of Japanese in front of him, then he won't have to mix in the army in the future.

The mountain road is narrow, and the number of people is not advantageous, but taking advantage of the opportunity when the front row was stabbed down, there are more than a dozen soldiers of independent regiments on each side with rifles and detouring to both sides of the leather jacket man.

Rokossovsky commanded a large number of soldiers armed with pistols to shoot at the charging leather-jacketed men from the gap in the crowd in front.

I saw this group of Russians pulling out their pistols in unison. The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, they didn't expect that there were so many pistols in this team, although some of them looked like "unicorns" and other single-shot weapons, but they couldn't stand the crowd!

But this is a one-time collective charge, stunned, and did not stop under their feet, this collective charge made them have no way to retreat, they could only stiffen forward and be penetrated by the oncoming dense bullets, and strive for the distance of the comrades behind them to get close to the Russians.

But there were a thousand people on the opposite side, and even if they were facing each other, there were two or three hundred of them, and Rokossovsky's personal guards were equipped with five-son revolvers, and this melee combat was by no means able to speak by fighting bayonets.

The crackling second round of bullets extinguished the last wave of the leather-jacketed man's charge.

Watching the last enemy fall, Rokossovsky looked at his watch and found that it was only a short and half minute from the end of the confrontation to the charge of the leather jackets, but in such a short time, all the sixty or seventy people had fallen, and Rokossovsky's independent regiment had also fallen more than twenty, which means that there were more than 100 casualties on both sides just now.

Seeing those unusually strong leather jacket people being knocked down collectively and lying on the ground, some of them still staring at each other and with their eyes wide open, made the soldiers of the independent regiment a little uneasy. If it weren't for the fact that the barrel was still hot and the bullet casings were still under their feet, some people couldn't even believe what had just happened, thinking that they had just taken a nap and had a nightmare.

But even if they were Japanese, Rokossovsky had to sigh for them, and Rokossovsky, who was also a soldier, did not think that his subordinates would make such a correct choice in such a short period of time when they encountered such an unexpected situation.

Taking advantage of the narrow terrain, with rapid onslaught and hand-to-hand combat, to solve the numerical disadvantage, if it were not for the fact that almost everyone in the independent regiment had a pistol, the independent regiment would definitely have paid more than two dozen casualties today.

As for whether their death is worth it? Then it is up to them to ask themselves, the military have no choice!

After all, Japan and Russia have been fighting for nearly ten years, and the two sides have long been an inseparable blood feud. If a small group of Chinese people meets a large group of Russian troops, there is a small chance that they will go, but if the Japanese meet a large group of Russian troops, then this chance will be even smaller.

So they answered "Chinese people" at the beginning!

Peeling off the leather jackets they wore on the outside, the Japanese military uniforms they wore inside were revealed, and the leader turned out to be only a lieutenant, and Rokossovsky sighed, if the Japanese army was of this tactical level, then his former comrades in the Far East would have to fight.

After some tidying up and interrogating the people of the caravan, I found out.

The caravan was a horse gang in the northeast, which was originally going to Ulan-Ude, but after the Far Eastern artery was blown up, they were requisitioned by the Soviet Russian army on the spot and turned into a transport team.

Rokossovsky was also very curious, what had to be transported to the east so desperately, although he already had the draft in his heart, he still ordered someone to open it and take a look, if this thing was also packed and transported back to the camp without safety measures, it would be a lot of fun.

Having received the order of the commander of Rokossovsky, several soldiers found a crowbar and opened all the boxes on more than forty wagons, and sure enough, as Rokossovsky expected, they were rifle bullets and pistol bullets, as well as a large amount of silver dollars and rubles.

At this time, Soviet Russia had just been established, the Soviet Union had not yet been seen, the currency was a mess, there was everything, gold rubles, paper rubles, silver dollars of the Republic of China, and eagle dollars of the United States.

But when the boxes were opened, Rokossovsky almost yawned, but the contents of the last two boxes made Rokossovsky's eyes shine.

The boxes were full of sacks, six boxes, and twelve bundles of sacks were filled with yen!

"Yen?" Rokossovsky was taken aback, the person transporting it was the Russian army, isn't this an enemy? Touching the yen, Rokossovsky suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the money. That's right! If you just look at it, it's fine, but if you compare the yen from the Japanese, you can see the difference!

"Fake?" That's a big deal! Rokossovsky did not dare to slack off, and immediately sent these sacks to Timur.

As for those compatriots who pretended to be dead on the battlefield and had not yet had time to be stabbed to death by the Japanese, Rokossovsky also dragged them into the gang, and as for those who were already dying, the monks came forward to treat those new compatriots in front of them.

Because Rokossovsky and they rushed in time, about a quarter of the people who fell to the ground still had their last breath, the light one still had the consciousness of survival, and the heavy one was just that the will had collapsed and fell into a deep coma, after all, the position of the bayonet was the stomach, not the heart, and if it was not made up for a few times, it would not have died for a while.

After all, whether it is a Japanese or a Russian, it is really going to hang, and the instinct to survive is the same.

Of course, if Rokossovsky had not arrived in time, even if they had not been stabbed to death by the Japanese, lying in the ice and snow of Siberia would have been frozen to death.

Someone asked, why poke in the stomach? If you stab the bone, you're not afraid that the knife will get stuck in it and won't be able to pull it out! In case you get stuck on the battlefield, I'm sorry unless you let go, then wait to be poked by someone else!

The guys of that gang were scared this time, and there were thousands of people in this black pressure! There is no flag, no marking, even if they are killed, they don't know who died in their hands, and it seems that there are more Caucasians among them, so now they look at the guns all over the ground but they don't dare to act rashly.

Rokossovsky thought about this gang of horses for a while, then hooked his hand to their leader and said in broken Chinese, "In the future, you, follow, me, go!" ”

The leader's face immediately wrinkled a chrysanthemum, and he nodded in agreement, but his heart was dripping blood in pain, "This is the front door to drive wolves, and the back to enter the tiger!" I knew that I would have spent the New Year at home safely! ”

The team leader is also a person who travels from south to north, since he is a slave to others, he has to be in place, so that these old hairmen feel that they are useful, otherwise once they feel that their group is a drag, they will definitely not have to live.

At that moment, he commanded a few hard-working young men in the caravan to help the independent regiment clean up the battlefield, collecting all the Japanese guns in one cart, and the Russians in another cart, and storing the ammunition in two separate carts after collecting.

Seeing that Rokossovsky nodded slightly, he summoned the team leader again, "You, how, will you?" ”

Unexpectedly, the team leader answered Rokossovsky in Russian, and Rokossovsky was very happy, so he looked at the leader of the caravan. This is a man in his fifties, his face is full of vicissitudes, but he has a pair of shrewd eyes, these eyes are gurgling, his hands are full of calluses, he wears a black and yellow spore skin hat, and he wears a lot of bulging clothes, and he is covered with a patched gray cloth robe and large cotton jacket, which is the biggest difference from the short coat and cotton jacket worn by the guys in the caravan, "What's your name?" ”

"Little Guo Furong!" As soon as Guo Furong heard this old man ask, he immediately replied in fluent Russian. Although he was dissatisfied in his heart, he still squeezed out some smiles on his face, and now he didn't dare to offend Uncle Maozi.

"It's good, do a good job, don't bend your mind, I know you have a lot of eyes, but our team is different from other teams, okay, tell your guys, from now on you are our people, if you don't obey discipline, you will be shot!" Rokossovsky patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

After Guo Furong listened to Rokossovsky's words, his face was like ashes, what is this called? They don't even know who they are, even if they join the gang, they will be shot if they don't obey discipline! Even if you go up the mountain, you have to know the name! It's also too bullying.

After relaying what the old man said to everyone in the caravan, everyone felt like they had drunk five gallons of ice water, and their hearts were cold.

However, when it was time for dinner, the five sheep that Rokossovsky ordered were sent made everyone in the caravan feel like they were joining the gang and becoming robbers.

With a worried heart, the horse gang can be regarded as resigned to fate, as long as they can live one more day, no one wants to die.

But after nightfall, a voice pulled everyone in the caravan up, and a knight on a winged horse announced an order to the caraver, "Guo Furong obeys the order, and orders your unit to transport the goods to the headquarters of the Chinese military station before midnight tonight, and wait for the dispatch, there must be no mistakes, and those who violate the order will be engaged in military law!" ”

Guo Furong heard it in a fog, where is this Chinese army? When will there be military law? Isn't this a den of robbers? Get! Go with the flow!

Seeing a team of soldiers dressed in black at the station of the caravan, Guo Furong knew that it was going to be difficult tonight.

When he got out of the barracks, seeing that the bright moon in the sky had been covered by snow clouds, and estimated that there would be a heavy snowfall tomorrow, Guo Furong also gave up the idea of escaping while the sky was dark, this weather will also kill! Quietly asked the leader of this team of soldiers, "This military master, where are we going?" But the black-clothed soldiers who led the team were expressionless and silent, and they hadn't seen them say a word since they met in the barracks, but the whole team of soldiers acted quite consistently, and the silent answer made the people of the horse gang even more uneasy, but looking at the materials transported behind him, Guo Furong was a little determined at the moment, "If we are killed, then who will transport and unload the goods!" ”