The bearded regimental commander led the soldiers of the three regiments to fight desperately on this battlefield. Now that the warriors were red-eyed, they grabbed whatever they could get their hands on and beckoned to the little devil regardless of it.

"Kill!"

"Poof!"

"Ah......h

Among them, the three regiments of the guard company were the leaders, and almost everyone had a big knife, and they were so vigorous that they also cut the little devil to cry for a while.

But as time went by, more and more Japanese troops poured into the position, and in the face of the tacit cooperation of the little devils, the rough broadsword in their hands only occupied a trace of the limelight after all, where was the opponent with a bayonet full of 1.6 meters 38 rifle.

Often, before the broadsword has slashed at the enemy, the opponent stabs through the body with a bayonet. More and more soldiers died in battle, and now there are not many soldiers of the three regiments still alive on the battlefield.

"Bang!" With a bang, the bearded regimental commander opened the bayonet of a little devil who came straight forward, and flicked it up with his backhand, and the powerful big knife opened a big hole in the little devil's chest. Blood splattered his face.

The bearded head shook the blood off his face and didn't care. Suddenly, a vicious wind hit behind him, and he didn't return his head to the side of his legs, but he was able to dodge the blow. The right hand fished down and caught the stabbing rifle, while the companion behind him quickly rushed forward and stabbed the sinister little devil to kill him.

"Commander, let's get out of here. The three battalions in the back seem to have run out! "The man who rushed up was none other than the commander of his first battalion. At this moment, I am afraid that he is also the highest surviving officer besides him.

Most of the other company commanders were killed. His lieutenant had also been killed ten minutes earlier.

"Remove your grandmother's legs! What the are you going to tell me where to retreat now? ”

The bearded regimental commander took off his military hat and threw it to the ground. The blood-covered face was hideous.

"Tell you, we don't have a coward when the 29th Army comes out! If Lao Tzu can go back alive, he will definitely kill the third battalion commander alive! ”

The bearded man's original name was Fan Xiangwu, nicknamed Lao San, and he was the head of the Third Regiment of the Yu Division, who took office not long ago.

He was first the platoon commander of the broadsword team of the 29th Army. Later, the 29th Army was reorganized, and the 59th Army followed General Zhang Zizhong to the south to participate in the Battle of Xuzhou. After more than 10 years in the army, it is not easy for him to go from a big soldier to a regiment commander.

Fan Laosan knew very well that it was no longer a question of whether to withdraw or not, and there were still more than 300 soldiers left in the soldiers of the third regiment. However, there were five or six hundred Japanese troops rushing to the position, and the little devils clamored to divide them into encirclements, intending to gradually eat them away.

The most hateful thing was the three battalions that were originally reserved as reserves, and hundreds of people actually fled from the battle despite the order. If it weren't for their shameful behavior, the war situation wouldn't be so corrupt.

Fan Laosan wiped a handful of blood from his face and took a sip fiercely. He knows... It's impossible to get out of the battlefield alive today.

Just as he was about to fight to the death, a fierce shout came from behind.

"Rush!"

Chen Jize finally arrived at the battlefield with more than a thousand Sichuan legion soldiers, and they drove back along with the fleeing soldiers.

The warriors slammed into the ranks of the little devils like an incomparable torrent!

"Haha! Reinforcements are coming, brothers, kill Lao Tzu hard! Fan Laosan shouted loudly, raised his broadsword and rushed to the enemy formation.

The soldiers of the three regiments, who were originally in decline, instantly came to their senses, and this new force gave them great hope, and the soldiers seemed to be fighting more desperately at the little devil as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Drink! …… Burst. ”

"Whoa...... Yes! ”

"Kill!"

The little devil was a little caught off guard, looking at the oncoming Sichuan Legion soldiers, they all clenched the rifles in their hands.

The two Japanese soldiers leaned on each other, and saw that the enemy had rushed to them, and one of them was an experienced man, he stepped back half a step, and the rifle in his hand suddenly stabbed forward!

The warriors who rushed over hurriedly blocked with the barrels of their guns, but they couldn't dodge the full blow.

Don't look at this little devil is not tall, but he is full of strength, and the rifle longer than his height is like a spear that instantly pierces the warrior's stomach.

"Ahh The warrior bared his teeth in pain and fell to his knees unwillingly. But another warrior stabbed the little devil with a rifle.

The little devil quickly parried the attack, and before he could make any more moves, another soldier next to him had already pierced his bayonet through his chest socket!

"Poof!"

"Die, bastard!"

And another little devil next to him also fell in a pool of blood under the attack of three warriors.

"Kill! Rush ......"

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army also worked in groups of three or three, and they strictly followed this training guideline, and they would never fight alone with the Japanese army. One person was pinned down head-on, and the other two used their bayonets in their hands to get up and down their hands, and they could kill a Japanese soldier in an instant. No matter how bad it is... Even if it is a life, you can replace the other person.

Although the weapons of the third battalion were not as good as those of the first battalion and the second battalion, they were all veterans of the battlefield and knew how to protect themselves and kill the enemy, and the difference in numbers gave them a greater advantage.

The Japanese soldiers in the front row were stabbed to death and stabbed countless times, and those who couldn't resist retreated one after another in fright, while the Japanese soldiers in the back row didn't know much about the situation and wanted to continue to lean forward. This retreat caused great confusion in their formation.

This made the soldiers of the Sichuan Army more confident, and the sudden attack killed the Japanese army on their backs, although they also paid a certain price, but more of them fell in the hula of the bayonet. The screams and shouts rose and fell in all directions, and the battle situation turned around in an instant!

"Die!"

Chen Jize fiercely swung away the rifle stabbed by a little devil, and the bayonet on the gun body was like a cold ray, stabbing into the neck of this little devil fiercely, and blood shot out along the blood groove on the knife!

He pulled back, and raised his gun and raised his hand to deliver a blow.

"Bump!" The bullet instantly pierced a little devil who fled backwards.

While pulling the bolt and reloading the bullet, Chen Jize looked up and saw that the soldiers had already driven the remaining little devils to the edge of the position. The retreating Japanese troops had already distanced themselves from the soldiers of the Sichuan Army.

"Don't dwell too much, quickly occupy the position and shoot, grenades give me a hard greeting!"

Fan Laosan, who was not far away, threw away the broadsword that had been curled with a curled blade, picked up a Czech style from the ground, and desperately hugged the fire with the grip.

"Dadada......!"

"Your grandmother's, it, little devil!"

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The soldiers of the Sichuan Legion jumped into the trenches one after another, lying on sandbags and shooting at the little devils. Quite a few soldiers pulled out the grenades and threw them with all their might.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……”

The grenade smashed into the ranks of the Japanese army like hail, blowing down a group of little devils who were still delusional to fight back, and they finally couldn't bear the pressure anymore and retreated screaming...

The red-eyed soldiers still wanted to pursue, but Chen Jize hurriedly stopped them:

"Stop chasing! Stop! There are still large forces behind the Japanese who are crossing the river, and the next wave of attacks is coming soon. Immediately enter the position to organize the defense. ”

"Hong Mu! You take the first company to the left defense line, and Li Jie takes the second company to the dirt bag in the back. Three or four in the center, the action should be fast and ready for each one! ”

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

After some scheduling, Chen Jize hurriedly picked up the binoculars to observe the situation ahead, and the retreating Japanese soldiers were still reorganizing their formation by the river, waiting for the follow-up troops who crossed the river to follow up and launch another attack.

Hmph, if we didn't have heavy weapons, how would you little devils survive? Chen Jize thought in his heart.

The weapons of the third battalion were not replenished, the fighters were all armed with old seven-nines, and there were not many light and heavy machine guns, not to mention mortars. If this battalion is here, this living little devil won't even have a chance to withdraw from the position!

"Thank you, brother, you are from the Sichuan Army, right?"

At this time, Fan Laosan came over with the few remaining guards and thanked him. The soldiers of his company are all old brothers from the Northwest Army, but it is a pity that in today's battle, there are more than 30 of more than 100 men left.

"Well, what are your casualties?" Chen Jize nodded and couldn't help asking.

Looking at Fan Laosan, who was still dripping blood on his arm, he admired it very much, there were at least a few tough guys in Yu Shi who were not afraid of death.

"Alas, the first and second battalions are basically gone, and there are still more than a hundred people in my guard company. If you count the three battalions that were blocked back by you, less than 500 of the entire three regiments of the Yu Division can be replaced..."

Fan Laosan hammered a punch on the sandbag, and when he said this, his heart was like a knife, this battle is a wreck!

The third regiment of more than 1,500 people was reimbursed two-thirds in less than an hour. If Chen Jize hadn't arrived, he would have died on the battlefield.

"Huh... Whew......"

Before Chen Jize could speak, the screams of the shells hit again.

"Shelling! Hide everyone! ”

After Chen Jize finished speaking, he hurriedly went to the trench with Fan Laosan......

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