When the war was in a stalemate, Harusudsu Suzuki had no temper. This old devil is also interesting, he doesn't summarize his own problems, but he puts the blame on Keiichiro Oishi. Back at the riverside, he sat on a rock, looked at Dashi, who was still observing the battle with a telescope not far away, and scolded: "This bastard, if you use poison gas bombs, the people of China will be dead!" Stupid guy, doesn't he know how to improvise? ”

He had just finished scolding this sentence, and the defenders' counteroffensive began. The fact that the defenders dared to launch a counteroffensive surprised him and raised a glimmer of anticipation in his heart. Although the defenders fought bravely and could be regarded as a strong army, they were limited in strength after all. With the advantage of the Imperial Army's bayonet fighting skills, Suzuki felt that Naitobe could not defeat at all. "You just can't win, so it's okay to hold on for 20 minutes, right? It will only take 20 minutes at most for the second landing force to complete the landing. At that time, it will not be four hundred against one hundred and fifty, but one thousand against one hundred and fifty," Suzuki thought as he thought, not only growing more and more confident, but when he concentrated his attention and focused his gaze on the battlefield again, the old devil froze. He scolded softly: "Eight grids! I blinked a few times, and I couldn't believe that what I was seeing was real. He just changed his mind, and Naitobe's vanguard was actually defeated, and the ensuing white-knuckle battle did not make him feel that Naito had controlled the situation at all. From his point of view, it was almost impossible to see the cadets in camouflage uniforms falling to the ground, on the contrary, people in khaki uniforms kept falling. In just two minutes, the originally thick earth-colored human wall was pierced several times, and in less than five minutes, on the south side of the battlefield, there were only a few people in earth-yellow military uniforms still standing.

The cadets of the reconnaissance battalion are among the best in marksmanship and combat skills among the guerrillas, and their equipment is better suited to this kind of close combat. Not to mention those equipped with special equipment, the others are basically one long and one short gun. The moment the bullets in the assault rifle ran out, it was the most difficult time for the cadets - they could only passively engage in white-knuckle combat with the little devils, while the other party had a huge advantage in numbers. And when these devils are eliminated, or after their comrades come up to support, they can calmly pull out their short guns, and the situation on the battlefield is one-sided.

When shooting at a long distance, because of the requirements for range and accuracy, the short gun is naturally not as good as the long gun, but when fighting at close range, there is no range and accuracy trouble, and it is the world of the short gun.

The little devil may feel that it is unfair, and may think that the Chinese soldiers are not brave enough, but for the cadets, as long as they can kill the enemy, then nothing else matters. Barge guns, student army standard pistols, Wang Ba boxes, and all kinds of short guns began to become the protagonists on the battlefield, and their masters, nine out of ten, were student soldiers. The little devils began to try to resist in vain, they rushed up with a very "heroic" shout with the 38 big cover, but the result was to make themselves the advantage of the students - a gunshot, the "heroic" cry turned into a frightened scream, the 38 big cover choked and fell to the ground, looked down at his body, the blood from the torn military uniform slowly oozing out, raised his head to look at the enemy opposite, and wanted to insult two sentences: "You despicable Chinese pigs!" However, seeing the sneer on the corner of the other party's mouth and the killing intent in his eyes, he could only howl dryly and then fell to the ground with a "poof".

The shooter was killed early in the first place with the three heavy machine guns that were the most threatening to the cadets. Three machine guns were also broken and two were broken. The reconnaissance battalion was equipped with other weapons, but it lacked such machine guns, which were inconvenient to carry. A few of the cadets set up their captured machine guns on a small high ground and began to shoot at the dense area of devils.

"Warriors under His Majesty the Emperor, it is your time to be loyal to the Empire!" With the support of his adjutant, Naito is still desperately boosting his morale.

Jiang Tietou rushed over with a few apprentices, and when he was still more than 20 meters away, the two sides exchanged shots. Jiang Tietou and a few apprentices instantly used up all the bullets in the gun, and Naito and his adjutants, including a few devils around him, were fired by hundreds of bullets and were immediately beaten into a sieve. They shook violently in a hail of bullets, and then collapsed to the ground like noodles......

As soon as Naito died, the Japanese army finally collapsed.

"It's not a fight, it's a one-sided slaughter!" Afterwards, a devil who escaped with his life wrote in his diary. But he forgot what words should be used to describe their criminal behavior when their so-called imperial army was in the face of the unarmed people of China? It's a much worse bestiality than slaughter, isn't it?

A little devil was cut off by a soldier, and the blood spurting from the devil's neck splattered the soldier's head and body, rendering him as if he was a god of death from hell. When the two devils opposite him saw it, they yelled at the same time, dropped their guns and turned to run.

One devil started running away, there was a second, and then a group.

At this time, the landing ship full of Japanese officers and men was less than 50 meters away from the south bank.

"Kill them all!" Jiang Tietou shouted.

The short guns were put away, and the cadets changed to assault rifles with a longer range, replaced them with magazines, and began to snipe and kill the remnants of the enemy like a target.

This scene on the south bank made Suzuki Harumatsu brow jump, he suddenly realized a problem, and immediately shouted at Oishi: "Delay the landing, gas bombs, gas bombs!" ”

The defenders have gone crazy, and landing at this time is tantamount to death. In the end, even if he can kill them all, but losing a brigade at once, it is not something he can afford.

Keiichiro Oishi heard Suzuki's shout, and this time, although he knew that there were more than 100 soldiers on the south bank of the road, he still gave the order to fire a poison gas bomb without hesitation.

One by one, the shells sprayed with skulls on the body were carefully moved out of the cabin by the devil artillery who supported the fleet, and many devils saw it and instinctively took a step back.

Oishi boarded the captain's cabin of the gunboat where he was, and through the window, he ordered with a tense face: "Fire!" ”

"Your Excellency, there are still our soldiers on the shore," a lieutenant kindly reminded him.

Dashi pondered for a few seconds and said: "It's they themselves who don't fight and give up the great fighter, no wonder us, launch it!" ”

"Hay!" The captain stood up and saluted, then ran to the fort.