Meng Shaoyuan's begging to God came true!
In the attack just now, a bullet penetrated Matsumoto Hiroyuki's chest.
This old guy is no longer good.
He panted heavily and looked at Yamada Hirotaka with absent-minded eyes:
"Yamada-kun, here, please!"
"Don't worry, Matsumoto-kun, I will die here with honor!" Yamada Hirotaka said loudly.
Matsumoto Guangbang set his sights on "Rukawa Kaede": "Rukawa-kun, don't forget what I asked you to do."
"Yes, Your Excellency, I will certainly do it." Meng Shaoyuan wiped his eyes.
If the national soldier who killed this old guy was who he was, he would definitely be given a large sum of money.
This shooting technique is so accurate.
"Lake Biwa, the blue moonlight shines on the lake..."
Hiroyuki Matsumoto sang Kyoto folk tunes in a low voice. Finally, his voice stopped.
he died……
Lu Qinghong put away 1924: "Withdraw!"
I just shot and killed a Japanese expatriate volunteer.
Damn it, you are still fighting at such an old age?
Since the war started, he and Tan Xinyi have cooperated and killed four Japanese in total.
Unfortunately, the charge just now was defeated again.
After the war, each team will act alone.
Lu Qinghong and Tan Xinyi, who were both soldiers, were eager to join in the fun wherever they saw the soldiers of the national army.
"I seemed to have seen Director Meng just now." Tan Xinyi said doubtfully.
"Master Baylor, you can't be an observer with this look in your eyes?" Lu Qinghong said sarcastically: "That's the Japanese position. Can Director Meng be there? Don't tell me that I'll see your emperor soon."
"Damn it, Lu Qinghong, if you were to be in the Qing Dynasty, I would have to demote you to a pariah!"
All the Japanese on the position knew that the position would be lost after the next Chinese attack.
They have been here for a day and a night.
At the beginning of the battle, the heavy-armed squad was under fire from the Chinese army, and with no reinforcements and the enemy having an absolute advantage in strength, it was already a good result to be able to hold on until now.
Yamada Hirotaka still felt a little pity.
If you could give yourself more troops and more ammunition...
such a pity.
"Everyone." Yamada Hirotaka put down the telescope and gathered all the remaining people on the main position: "The Chinese are making a new assembly. This will be our last battle here!"
"Your Excellency, squadron leader, all of us are ready to wake up!"
"very good!"
Yamada Hirotaka took off his hat, took out a white cloth strip with a big red dot in the middle, and tied it to his head.
This is called "Bojuan".
This is a symbol used by the Japanese to embody struggle and victory.
When a samurai commits suicide by caesarean section, he must also bring a "bow scroll" with him.
Those Japanese actually all carry "bo rolls" with them.
They took it out and tied it to their heads like Yamada Hirotaka.
"Rukawa-kun, this is what Mr. Matsumoto left behind."
Yamada Hirotaka took a "bowl scroll" and handed it to Meng Shaoyuan: "Put it on. Please try your best to inherit Matsumoto-dono's legacy. Even if you are really afraid, please try your best to show your bravery."
Holy shit!
What kind of bird thing is this?
Meng Shaoyuan reluctantly put on the "bow scroll".
This is really stupid.
"Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, the Chinese have completed their attack preparations!"
"Ready to fight!"
At noon on August 14, the Chinese Army once again launched an attack on the Japanese position at Hujiang University.
This time, the gunfire of resistance on the Japanese position has weakened a lot...
Yamada Hirotaka pulled out his command sword with a blue ribbon.
Those Chinese soldiers are swarming up here in layers.
it's over.
The battle is almost over here.
Farewell, Marines!
Farewell, Empire!
Farewell, His Majesty the Emperor!
All the remaining Japanese gathered around him.
Yamada Hirotaka pointed his command sword forward:
"Jade broken!"
"Jade broken!"
Every Japanese person yelled crazily...
At 12:30 noon on August 14, the Chinese army soldiers broke into the Japanese position at Hujiang University.
The Japanese began their final madness.
The expatriate volunteers were almost wiped out, but the remaining Japanese soldiers still showed their superb stabbing skills at the last moment.
The soldiers of the national army are seriously inadequate in this regard.
Of course, these Chinese soldiers are obviously not prepared to compete with their opponents on the battlefield to see who is the champion of stabbing.
Able to use weapons to annihilate the enemy, they will never be stupid enough to fight with each other with bayonets.
Therefore, the sound of submachine gun shooting sounded from time to time on the position.
Yamada Hirotaka fought to the end.
He hacked a Chinese soldier to death with his command knife, and then his thigh was shot through.
When he was about to struggle to stand up and fight, a bunch of bullets hit his body.
This is the highest-ranking Japanese officer killed so far since the Battle of Songhu.
In the Battle of Hujiang University, 275 Japanese soldiers were killed, including the overseas Chinese volunteers.
There were about 330 casualties on the Chinese side.
In the early stages of the war, with the overwhelming advantage of artillery fire, air support, and the most elite German weapon divisions of the Chinese army, they attacked the makeshift armed forces composed of Japanese marines and expatriates. The battle still turned into a bitter battle. , which was something that no one, including the high command, had expected in advance.
The difficulty and cruelty of war have far exceeded imagination...
The gunfire finally stopped.
In the pile of corpses, a "corpse" moved.
Meng Shaoyuan quietly raised his head.
Finished?
Finished!
Victory, victory!
Those cheering are all loyal and brave soldiers of the national army!
Meng Shaoyuan was overjoyed and stood up desperately.
He clenched his right hand tightly into a fist, raised it high, and shouted with all his strength:
"Victory Wan...ah!"
Before the word "Sui" could be shouted out, a gun butt had already hit his head...
A piece of news spread throughout the battlefield of Hujiang University like a whirlwind.
A Japanese was captured, and he was quite young.
This guy, with a piece of white cloth tied around his head, was discovered by the soldiers. He wanted to shout "Long Live Victory" and "Jade to pieces" in Chinese.
The soldiers' hatred of country and family was aroused. I heard that the Japanese prisoner suffered a lot.
The military reporter of the "Central Daily News" heard that a Japanese prisoner had been captured, and he immediately keenly grasped this perfect opportunity to tell the story of the cruelty of the Japanese from the prisoner's mouth.
The reporter immediately found the prisoner with a translator.
"Excuse me, what is your name and why do you want to participate in this unjust war?"
"Woo...Woo..."
Oh, it turns out the mouth is gagged.
The "bo scroll" stuffed the prisoner's mouth.
The "bo roll" was taken out.
Meng Shaoyuan was about to burst into tears.
Where the hell is this reasoning?
After being knocked unconscious, he woke up and found that he was tied up and his mouth was gagged.
Every Chinese soldier who passes by him will kick him.
"I'm not Japanese!" Meng Shaoyuan, who was finally able to speak, wailed.
"Please don't insult my intelligence." The reporter asked the translator to tell the "captive": "You are on the Japanese position, wearing a Japanese...turban..."
What do you mean? The prisoners were speaking Chinese, but the reporter was determined to have the translator translate his Chinese into Japanese.
Not to mention, Master Meng's reaction was quick, and he immediately switched to Japanese: "Yes, my name is Matsumoto Hiroyuki, I am a shameful invader, and I have committed heinous crimes against Shanghai and the Chinese people... …”
Hey, why is this conversion so fast?
Meng Shaoyuan talked endlessly, talking about atonement and repentance.
After a gasp, he switched to Chinese again: "Is that enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough."
The reporter answered casually in Chinese and smiled happily.
"Then why don't you let me go!" Meng Shaoyuan exploded: "The editor-in-chief of your Central Daily News in Shanghai is named Xia Muyuan. Damn it, I even had tea with him!"
The translator still looked puzzled: "Is it true or false?"
"Here comes someone!" Meng Shaoyuan howled: "Here comes someone who can talk to me, I am really Chinese!"
"Sorry sorry."
Captain Hou said "I'm sorry" repeatedly: "I understand, I understand, you are really one of ours, I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry!"
Meng Shaoyuan was furious: "Am I so Japanese?"
"You have a diaper tied to your head. My people really misunderstood." The expression on Captain Hou's face was unclear whether he was really sorry or suppressing a smile:
"I brought you the culprit."
A soldier who was estimated to be only in his twenties stood there timidly.
Is this the person who knocked him out?
When Meng Shaoyuan thought of this, he felt the pain in the back of his head and couldn't help but touch his head: "What's your name?"
"Report to the commander, Zhu Xiaogui!"
"You..." Meng Shaoyuan's curse words were already on his lips, but he actually swallowed them back: "Good fight!"
Wasn't it a good fight?
When people see a pile of corpses, a "Japanese" suddenly crawls out of you. Without stabbing you with a bayonet, he gives you a rifle butt and you have to burn high incense when you go home.
"Thank you, sir!" Zhu Xiaogui quickly stood at attention.
Meng Shaoyuan was really dumbfounded. After being beaten, he still had to praise the person who beat him. How could this make sense? "Use this strength in the battle below. If you see the Japanese again, use the butt of your rifle for me." Smash it, stab it with a bayonet!”
"Yes, sir!"
Meng Shaoyuan touched his pocket, took out a few banknotes, and stuffed them into Zhu Xiaogui's hand: "This is a reward for you."
Zhu Xiaogui was also confused.
I hit a superior officer, not only was there no punishment, but I got a bonus?
If I had known earlier, how many more times would I have hit this officer with the butt of his rifle?
Meng Shaoyuan ignored him and said to Captain Hou: "Captain Hou, Hujiang University has suffered heavy losses. Many students have died. Please help with the rescue."
"Don't worry, leave it to us."
Meng Shaoyuan turned around and glanced at Hujiang University behind him.
There is the blood of students and the blood of military agents. And this is just the beginning. More blood will stain this land red in the future.
