The reason why Zhang Sixing came so timely was because he was preparing to evacuate after throwing the cluster burning eggs. He saw Gao Zhisong injured with his own eyes, and he did not see Zhu Chishi, the commander of the 262nd Brigade, made a temporary decision.

"I'm Zhang Sixing, and everyone is under my command."

The newcomers didn't know who Zhang Sixing was, but the people of the 264th Brigade guarding Yuhuatai were clear.

Therefore, after Zhang Sixing took over the command, there was no hindrance in command. Everyone knows that he is a warrior who can fight, and he can fight battles that others can't.

More importantly, at least half of the 88th Division came from the skirmishers he handed over to them in the territorial defense line.

Therefore, he only roared, and everyone's hearts were lifted.

Grabbing the soldiers beside him, Zhang Sixing's voice was calm,

"Do you think that the officer of the guard battalion, from now on you are Lao Tzu's correspondent, follow me at any time, and go to find the officer I need you to find. Now tell them to take the platoon as a unit, half of the fire of the men suppresses the half of the grenade attacks, and go for it. ”

In the midst of an order, the messenger who was temporarily arrested around him was dispatched. He himself took off the BT Tiger long knife and the blade like a cut-off stick.

When he straightened up, his stature, which was more than two meters tall, and the long knife in his hand, made him look like a demon who had walked out of the smoke of gunpowder.

This scene was soon noticed by the remnants of the Japanese soldiers of the 114th Division in the stronghold.

"Look, what ...... is that?"

"Four Elements Demon King...... That's the Four Elements Demon King...... The Demon King of the Four Elements is here......"

With Zhang Sixing taking over the command, the entire combat world, underground, and gasoline barrel artillery attacks were all organically connected.

When encountering resistance, Zhang Sixing used a walkie-talkie to notify the gasoline barrel cannon, followed by an overwhelming firepower attack.

Platoon after platoon of soldiers of the guard battalion formed advancing fire groups one after another, and soon suppressed the Japanese firepower and advanced layer by layer.

The smoky battlefield was filled with fire, gunsmoke, shouts, shooting, and dying screams everywhere. It has to be said that when the barbed wire and minefields are useless, even the defensive strength of the positions built by the Japanese is nothing at all.

This is especially true when the other side has the ability to bomb silently.

With the silent dive of the delta wings in the sky, one pillbox after another turned into foul-smelling craters in the inexplicable attack.

The pace of the attack is getting faster and faster, and the shrill cries of the Japanese soldiers are getting more and more.

"The Four Elements Demon King is here......"

"The Four Elements Demon King is all around us......"

"The Demon King of the Four Elements......

On the battlefield, fear is a contagious plague.

Just as when Montgomery took over as commander of Oklagin's Eighth Army, the Allies were afraid of the desert fox at that time. Montgomery had to explain to all the soldiers of the Eighth Group that Rommel the Desert Fox was just a man.

Another example is that after the Allied troops landed in Normandy, they soon contracted an epidemic called "tiger fever". The appearance of a King Tiger tank can scare the well-armored soldiers of the brigade.

The current Japanese soldiers' panic about the "Four Elements Demon King" has reached a level of panic when they hear it.

Just a few days after the beginning of the Jinling Defense Battle, the Sixth Division was beaten severely, and then the 114th Division was fiercely cleaned up for several nights. So now, he's bringing so many people over, what is he going to do.

Could it be that guy who dared to have the ambition of annihilating the 114th Division?

No Japanese soldier believed in this, after all, it was now the Battle of Jinling, and when dealing with the soldiers of the Qi Guo Army, they fought very well. But why, as long as they heard the name "Four Elements Demon King", they would tremble with fright, and they would have no fighting spirit.

As the name of the Four Elements Demon King resounded on the battlefield, before the soldiers of the fruit army who rushed into the Japanese stronghold sent out a decisive impact and tragic hand-to-hand combat, the Japanese army actually rushed out of the anti-artillery hole in a group, and then turned around and ran.

They can't even remember to turn around and shoot, they can't remember to throw a grenade.

No, when encountering the Four Elements Demon King, the only correct way is to escape.

Because the guy can run faster than a horse, the guy and his men can easily cut a man in two with a single sword.

On the smoky battlefield, against the backdrop of flames, the terrifying four-element demon, who was much taller than ordinary people, waved his long knife.

Then groups of soldiers launched a deadly assault, in front of which was the fire of the invincible box cannons, and behind was the explosion of grenades like raindrops, as if they were advancing into a barrage.

Run, run, and get as far away from that vicious four-element demon as possible.

As the morale of the Japanese soldiers collapsed, attacking one stronghold after another became a breeze. At first, all the "minesweeper rockets" needed to open a channel of attack, and the Japanese would abandon the defense and flee as quickly as possible.

Later, as soon as the "cluster napalm eggs" were thrown from the sky, a large group of panicked Japanese soldiers rushed out of cover and ran towards the next position.

Even they ignored the fact that the barbed wire hung on the flesh and skin, and despite the fact that their comrades were blown off their legs by exploding mines.

They only wanted to escape, and the farther away from the Four Elements Demon King was the better.

When flight becomes the consensus, when morale is at its lowest, then there is nothing to talk about in this war.

Just as Zhang Sixing was packing up his troops, Zhu Chi, the commander of the 262nd Brigade, who didn't know where he had been fighting, ran over.

His uniform was covered in plaster, tears, and even a few traces of blood. He wore a steel helmet on his head, and he could see the bandages wrapped around him, but his face was extremely excited.

He was carrying an MP18 in his hand, and most of the cowhide magazines on his chest had been unbuttoned, and it was obvious that they were empty magazines with bullets pierced.

In particular, he was followed by several soldiers, one of whom was holding a magazine and constantly pressing the bullets.

"Sir, sir, we ...... Are we defeating the 114th Division? ”

Zhang Sixing held a telescope and looked at the fleeing Japanese soldiers in the distance. At this moment, the delta wings of the sky shot flares from time to time above their heads, and then poured down baskets of porcelain grenades.

Of course, it's the old cigarette pouch they produce, the kind with a bump-to-blow fuse, the kind that can be airdropped.

Don't look at this thing, don't look at the small power of this thing, the number of them is the soul of the cluster bomb. Moreover, at the same weight, the power of cluster munitions is wider than that of ordinary munitions, and the power against ground forces is also greater.

Listening to Zhu Chi's excited voice, Zhang Sixing turned his face,

"Brigade Commander Zhu, it's nothing to defeat a division, haven't you noticed that the infantry battalion of our paratrooper school is not here?"

The excited expression on his face froze, and Zhu Chi looked at Zhang Sixing in disbelief, not understanding where he came from to be so bold.

Forced to attack a Japanese division at night, and now he still can't get enough, so what is his plan......

"Hurry up and gather the troops, we still have to fight tonight!"