If it had been placed before the Battle of Nanjing, any Japanese officer and soldier would have thought that this was a suicidal attack by the other side. In this case, if there is no accident, there will be only one way for them to respond, and that is to meet them with a sly smile and poke the spear in their hands to give the enemy a deep chill and tell them that the majesty of the imperial army cannot be desecrated.

And now? If the enemy on the other side is wearing an earthy yellow, sky blue, or grass green uniform, they may continue to do the same, but if the enemy on the other side is wearing this kind of bells and whistles (the Japanese don't know how to call it camouflage), they will at least put a question mark in their minds, should they bravely meet it?

On the battlefield, hesitation is taboo, although it is only a few seconds or even seconds, but the characteristics of hot weapons are doomed, and seconds will also change the outcome of a battle.

Among the five brothers of the Jiang family, Jiang Tie, who is known as the iron boss, is only at the middle and lower level, but because he has been fighting in the reconnaissance unit, his field methods are the sharpest. The timing of this counteroffensive was brilliantly grasped, and although it was a frontal battle, it still caught the little devil off guard. In addition, the advantages of the terrain were also brought into full play by him - more than 100 grenades were condescendingly smashed down, giving a devastating blow to the devils at the forefront.

The sharp counterattack of the reconnaissance battalion made the more than 200 devils in the front almost wiped out by this tactic of continuous firepower and grenade area bombing, and when the devils in the back recovered from their hesitation, the cadets had already attacked in front of them.

After only one round, he was rushed in front of him by the Shina people, and Naito was completely furious, he waved his left hand and shouted loudly: "Fight back!" "If you struggle, you have to stand up. His adjutant hugged him, took a few steps back, and scolded the surrounding devils at the same time: "Eight grids, are you still soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire?" What about your courage? In his scolding, the military Cao, the second lieutenant, the commander Cao, and the captain finally woke up, and they took the lead in getting up to meet them, shouting: "Don't retreat!" Attack! Someone else shouted: "For His Majesty the Emperor, fight to the death!" ”

The little devils stood up one after another, and at this time, the cadets who rushed to the front were less than ten meters away from them.

When the counterattack began, Meng Taishan took care of Huang Zhongming and said, "Follow me!" At this time, seeing that the little devil greeted him menacingly, he took care of it again: "Behind me!" ”

The devil closest to them was only ten meters away from them. Although it was still winter, the sun in the afternoon was also very blazing, and the sun hit the spears, and the bright flower eyes were shining. Shooting at close range is not the same thing, and the latter requires a high level of psychological quality. Although Huang Zhongming wanted to be brave, he still obediently hid behind him.

Several devils screamed and pounced on them, their faces contorted and very hideous. Huang Zhongming saw that Meng Taishan was holding the gun but did not shoot, worried about his safety, turned the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger. There were only two bullets left in his gun, and he was in automatic fire mode, and the finger just dusted the trigger, and in the sound of "horn", two bullets flew out, and the magazine was in time and space.

Huang Zhongming fired in a hurry, and only one of the two bullets had an effect, but it was only a bloody mark on the left cheek of a devil. The devil screamed in fright, then reached out and touched it, looked down and saw the blood in his hand, he raised his head and glared at Huang Zhongming, and shouted loudly.

Huang Zhongming could not understand Japanese. But Meng Taishan happened to understand this sentence, he strode forward, looked at the devil and said, "Want a duel? Lao Tzu will play with you! ”

The wounded devil took the lead in meeting him, and suddenly roared and stabbed Meng Taishan in the abdomen. Meng Taishan did not dodge but advanced, and the assault rifle in his hand provoked the spear with a small swing, and then rushed up, and smashed the devil's head with the handle of the gun. The devil screamed and retreated, and withdrew the 38 cover with both hands to fight back, but Meng Taishan slashed the assault rifle with his right hand, and the bayonet on the head of the gun pulled through his left shoulder, and there was a bloody wound on the spot.

"Kill!" Seeing this, several other devils hurried up to the rescue. One of them just rushed out of a step, his body shook suddenly, his heart was oozing blood, he glanced in the direction where the bullet came, and fell down unwillingly.

Zhang Dazhu has changed to a shell gun, and it is one for his left and right hands. He rushed over, firing left and right with both guns, and all the devils who were in front of Meng Taishan were knocked down. He fired another shot, killing the devil who was about ten meters away from him and had already posed a threat to a comrade-in-arms, and then said: "There is an order for the camp, fight quickly, even the seat, you can give the little devil a good time!" ”

was robbed of his own food by Zhang Dazhu, Meng Taishan was still a little angry, and when he heard this, he turned his head to Huang Zhongming and said: "Hurry up and change the magazine, pay attention not to hurt your own people!" ”

Huang Zhongming came to his senses and hurriedly changed the magazine, and by the time he changed the magazine, Meng Taishan and Zhang Dazhu had already killed more than ten meters away. On the battlefield, the sound of gunfire, fighting, and howling became one, and occasionally one or two explosions were heard. He looked up and found that Meng Taishan and Zhang Dazhu were in a no-man's land, and more than a dozen devils had fallen beside them. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and an angry expression appeared on his face. The next moment, he pulled his legs and ran to the left front, shouting loudly as he ran: "Wokou, you dare! ”

On the battlefield, white-knuckle combat has become the main mode of combat. Many of the cadets and the little devils fought each other, or dozens of people fought together, which limited the performance of the Weiqing-style assault rifle in sustainable shooting, and also brought a lot of casualties to the reconnaissance battalion.

A devil stabbed a student in the abdomen with a spear, and then stirred the 38 big cover, and when he pulled out the spear, the student's intestines were hinged out. The cadet roared loudly, his hands dragging at the bloody spear that was still wrapped around his intestines. The devil saw that he couldn't pull it out, so he rushed up and kicked it - Huang Zhongming saw this scene, his eyes were about to split, he ran a few steps, and saw that the devil kicked down the apprentice, and finally pulled out the spear, and raised it and stabbed it hard, he couldn't bear it anymore, and stopped suddenly and then pulled the trigger.

The devil was ferocious and wanted to destroy the kicked student, and a string of bullets came and hit him in the left rib in succession. He stumbled and almost fell, and with his gun on the ground, relying on the most clear trace of clarity in his brain, he turned his head to look at where the bullet came from, and just saw the cold eyes of Huang Zhongming with an angry face. "Eight grids!" He cursed softly, tilted his head, let go of his hands, and fell into a pool of blood from his own sin.