Chapter 147: Flowers That Should Not Wither

The artillery shells blew up the devil's position, the smoke of gunpowder billowed out, the dust flew, shrapnel flew sideways, and the devil's defensive position was shrouded in the whirlwind of death, and the devil was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and he could only ask for more blessings, hoping that the shells would not fall on his head.

This is a completely asymmetrical firepower strike, the only few artillery pieces of the devil, just fired a shell, was captured by the artillery of the bloody hand regiment, dozens of shells flew over, the smoke dissipated, the artillery that was blown into a state of parts, and the stumps and broken arms of the devil's artillery, helplessly scattered on the grass that had just germinated.

The Manchukuo soldiers in the first line of defense were taken care of unexpectedly, the shells were all on the devil's position behind, and there was not a single shot on their bodies, looking at the groups of shells, whistling, flying overhead, these national soldiers, their faces were pale, and the guns in their hands had already been thrown far away, as if they were holding a red-hot iron rod in their hands.

I was still talking straight in my mouth, the uncles on the other side, I didn't want to fight at all, I didn't have a guy in my hand, I was forced here by the little Japanese

The artillery fire was extended, the troops began to charge, and the officers of the Manchukuo Capital Division, who were desperate and worked for the devils, still resisted stubbornly, and under the shouting of the division commander, they poked their heads out of the trenches, and the guys in their hands were about to hold the fire.

If people want to find death, they can't stop it, and they don't look at what happens to the devils in the back, how many can stand? Without waiting for these hardcore traitors to shoot, sparse gunshots rang out in the charging team, and the bullets accurately hit the heads of these guys, and the flying heavenly spirit cover with white brains stimulated the fragile nerves of these national soldiers.

The commander of the capital division is a big man, and the rank mark on his shoulder has given him extra care, two bullets hit his head almost at the same time, and his brain splashed all over the face of a pseudo-officer next to him, this kid screamed strangely, the pistol was thrown far away, his eyes rolled white, and he was scared to death, but he dodged a bullet that went straight to his head, and he fell into a whole corpse.

It is the work of the snipers who cover the charging soldiers in the back, and their task is to shoot a stubborn enemy as they charge.

The rest of these national soldiers, their bodies trembled like chaff, holding their heads in their hands, digging their buttocks, and kneeling on the ground, this is not a joke, do you see, these officials were bluffing just now, and their heads became rotten watermelons.

The soldiers didn't even look at them, a gust of wind swept past them, and there was a special department behind them to deal with them, and the same posture of thousands of people was also spectacular

There are very few devils still alive on the battlefield, and the table is not much better than those national soldiers, but before he died, he remembered that he was the Imperial Japanese Army, and he had to show a little bushido spirit with his teeth and claws.

Stepping on the corpse of the devil, the warriors rushed into Xinjing, the so-called capital of the puppet Manchurians, and in less than three hours, they fell into the hands of the Bloody Hand Regiment.

As Tang Qiuli expected, the resistance in the urban area was extremely weak, and the regular devils had all been wiped out in the positions outside Xinjing, and in the urban area, only scattered Japanese puppet armed personnel were left, and they were quickly wiped out by the troops.

Tang Qiuli's direct guards and cavalry detachment were responsible for solving the airfield in Xinjing, and they encountered some trouble on the way to the target attack.

Behind the barricades set up in the streets, a group of armed expatriates, both men and women, launched a surprise attack on the advancing troops, relying on makeshift fortifications made of sandbags.

The troops quickly hidden, this rabble, that was the opponent of the fighters, a burst of light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns and grenades, the makeshift sandbag fortifications were blown up, these armed expatriates, all wiped out, according to the rules of the Bloody Hands Regiment, the Japanese expatriates who did not resist and had no weapons would not take their lives except for the confiscation of all their property.

But these guys are looking for their own death, then there is no way, Liu Chun was so angry that his eyes were red, in the peripheral battle, there was not a single casualty in the troops, which is good, it was plotted by these Japanese garbage, this is breathless.

Tang Qiuli stepped forward to comfort Liu Chun, and before he could speak, in a house next to him, a bullet suddenly shot out, screaming and flying past his face, which stimulated the hairs on his body to explode, and Battle next to him quickly blocked in front of him, and another bullet hit Battle in the shoulder.

The red blood stained his clothes red, and Battle's body shook, and more than a dozen guards quickly formed a human wall in front of Tang Qiuli and Battle, and then, the submachine gun in his hand sprayed out a torrential rain of bullets, smashing the windows of the house and flying sawdust.

After the gunfire stopped, the soldiers of the direct guard rushed into the house in anger, their deputy captain was wounded, and the soldiers were aroused into a rage.

Unexpectedly, two young Japanese women who were only slightly injured were escorted out of the house by the soldiers, these two Japanese women, struggling desperately, kept kicking and hitting the soldiers next to them, their slender eyes emitted a cold light like a she-wolf, and they kept cursing in their mouths, and two three-eight guns were held in the hands of the soldiers.

Tang Qiuli frowned, of course he could understand what they were scolding, and the soldiers who knew Japanese also understood, and they all turned their searching eyes to the commander.

To tell the truth, if it were two Japanese men, just by injuring the deputy captain, the soldiers of the guards would have solved them a long time ago, but these are two young Japanese women, who look pretty good, wearing a student uniform, and they are ten ** years old.

Tang Qiuli sighed, he hated the Japanese, all the soldiers of the Bloody Hand Regiment hated these invaders who invaded their homes and slaughtered their relatives, but after all, we are not Japanese devils like animals.

Tang Qiuli called the hygienist Xiao Xie, this is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, dressed in a well-fitting military uniform, slender, tied with a belt, tied with two short braids, clean, neat, a pair of bright big eyes, always with a smile, whenever camping, you can hear her happy singing, because of her serious work, responsible, medical skills are also hard, deeply loved by the soldiers of the direct guard, they all regard her as ***.

The hygienist started to work quickly, Tang Qiuli turned his head and explained the task to Liu Chun, just said a few words, and with an exclamation, he turned around, and the scene in front of him stunned him.

The young hygienist, lying in a pool of blood, with a short knife in his chest, those bright eyes, have been dimmed, two Japanese women, one with blood on his hands, the other is still tightly pinching the hygienist's neck, the two laughed wildly, there is a kind of perverted madness.

When the hygienist bandaged their wounds, the wounded parts, in the sensitive part of the woman, the soldiers all turned their backs to them, and at that moment, a Japanese woman suddenly drew a short knife and stabbed it into the hygienist's chest, and another Japanese woman choked her neck at the same time.

A flower-like, sunny life was cruelly taken away by a frenzied Japanese woman, and she, who was healing the devil who took her life, couldn't believe this fact in her kind heart.

The mountain tiger kicked one by one, kicked the two frenzied Japanese women to the ground, and the soldiers were stunned by this sudden change, the lovely ***, did not fall on the battlefield, but was brutally killed by the Japanese woman she wanted to treat, and then, anger erupted like a volcano, and the sound of pulling the bolt of the gun rang out.

Tang Qiuli's heart was full of bitterness, he couldn't understand the true thoughts of that beast nation, because he couldn't bear it for a while, a young warrior, just fell under the hands of two Japanese madmen, spending the same years, I remember that when I was first sent to the direct guard, every time I met myself, I smiled brightly, and saluted myself very formally.

Xiaoling also likes her very much and treats her as her own sister, but now she is ...... Tang Qiuli didn't want to think about it anymore, turned around and left, and handed over these two inhumane lunatics to the soldiers, they didn't deserve the right to life.

When I arrived at the airport, the two planes had just taken off, and there were more than 20 devil fighters and bombers on the airport, and the plaster marks on the wings were dazzlingly red, and the cavalry detachment had already eliminated all the devil pilots.

He ordered all these planes to be blown up, and then he came to the puppet palace, which was full of messes, and it can be imagined that the so-called wolf bèi when the emperor fled in a hurry, and those two planes should be them.

Only one step away, he almost captured the emperor alive, if that, the history of the Northeast and even the whole of China may have to be rewritten, and the pace of history will be at a certain turning point, going in different directions, it seems that history is history, and no one can change it lightly, Tang Qiuli shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The soldiers of the special detachment were searching for the remnants of the puppet Manchurian personnel everywhere, Tang Qiuli called the captains Fu Qiang and Fu Gang who led the team, and told them that all the valuable ones here should be taken away, especially cultural relics and celebrity calligraphy and paintings, and they must be carefully packaged, and no mistakes are allowed, these are all national treasures.

These things, if we don't take them, we will also let the little devils who are predators snatch them, after counting, when packing, I must be present in person, and then, by the special detachment, send a squadron of troops, immediately send them back to the base, Tang Qiuli told them very strictly.

Finally, he came to the radio station, which was the location of the "Voice of Manchuria" radio station of the puppet Manchukuo, where a brigade of the three detachments had completely taken control of the place, and all kinds of equipment were kept intact, and even a few announcers were captured on the spot.

Tang Qiuli asked them to turn on the broadcasting equipment, and these announcers looked at this young man with a suspicious face, and they guessed that this young man was not simple from the respect that these soldiers had for this young man.

Tang Qiuli asked a female announcer to start broadcasting according to the script he had written.

"The Voice of Manchuria radio station, now it will be broadcast, and the following will broadcast the commander of the Anti-Japanese Bloody Hand Regiment Bloody Hand Qiuli, a letter to the citizens and the Japanese invaders......"

(To be continued)