The bearded captain led the soldiers of the third regiment to fight desperately on this battlefield. The soldiers were now furious. They grabbed whatever they could get their hands on and greeted the little devil without hesitation.
"Kill!"
"Pfft!"
"ah……"
Among them was the guard company of the third regiment. Almost every one of them had a big sword in his hand, and they swung it with great force, and in a short time they chopped down the little devil until he cried for his father and mother.
But as time went by, more and more Japanese troops poured into the position. Facing the little Japanese who cooperated tacitly, the rough swords in their hands only occupied a trace of the limelight. Where was the bayonet that was 1.6 meters long? The opponent of the 38 rifle.
Often before the sword could hit the enemy, he would be stabbed through the body with a bayonet. More and more soldiers died in the battle, and now there are not many soldiers of the third regiment alive on the battlefield.
"Clang!" With a sound, the bearded captain deflected the bayonet thrust by a young Japanese soldier, raised it with his backhand, and the powerful and heavy sword opened a large gash in the young Japanese soldier's chest. Blood splashed all over his face.
The bearded leader shook the blood off his face and didn't care. Suddenly, an evil wind struck behind him, and he managed to avoid the blow without turning his head to the side of his legs. He reached down with his right hand and caught the thrusting rifle, while his companions behind him quickly rushed forward and killed the insidious little devil with a straight thrust.
"Captain, let's retreat quickly. It seems that all the three battalions behind have escaped!" The man who rushed up was the commander of his first battalion. At this moment, he is probably the highest-ranking officer alive besides him.
Most of the other company and battalion commanders had died in the battle. His adjutant had also died ten minutes ago.
"Get out of your way, grandma! Tell me where to go now?"
The bearded captain took off his military cap and threw it to the ground. The face covered with blood was extremely ferocious.
"Let me tell you, there is not a single coward in our 29th Army! If I can go back alive, I will definitely kill that bastard of the Third Battalion Commander alive!"
Big Beard's real name is Fan Xiangwu, nicknamed Lao San, and he is the commander of the Third Regiment of the Yu Division who just took office not long ago.
He was first the platoon leader of the 29th Army's Broadsword Team. Later, the 29th Army was reorganized and followed General Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army south to participate in the Battle of Xuzhou. The unit was reorganized several times, and after many twists and turns, it finally came to western Yunnan. After joining the Yu Division, it was reused. After serving in the army for more than 10 years, it was not easy for him to go from a big soldier to a regiment leader.
Fan Laosan knew very well that it was no longer a question of whether to retreat or not. There were still more than 300 soldiers of the Third Regiment left after the battle. However, there were five to six hundred Japanese troops who rushed to the position. The little devils shouted and divided them into encirclement circles, intending to gradually eat them away.
The most hateful thing was that hundreds of people from the third battalion, which was originally reserved as a reserve force, actually escaped from the battle despite orders. If it weren't for their shameful behavior, the war situation wouldn't be so corrupt.
Fan Laosan wiped the blood from his face and spat hard. He knew...it was impossible to exit the battlefield alive today.
Just when he was about to fight to the death, they heard a burst of fierce shouting from behind.
"Come on!"
Chen Jize finally arrived at the battlefield with more than a thousand Sichuan Legion soldiers, and the group of fleeing soldiers were also driven back by them.
The soldiers were like an unrivaled torrent, slamming into the team of little devils!
"Haha! Reinforcements are coming. Brothers, kill me hard!" Fan Laosan shouted loudly, raised his sword and rushed into the enemy formation.
The soldiers of the three regiments, who were originally in decline, instantly regained their energy. This new force gave them great hope. The soldiers seemed to have been given a shot of chicken blood and began to attack the little devil even more desperately.
"Drink!...Pfft."
"Wow...ah!"
"kill!"
The little devil was caught off guard. Looking at the oncoming soldiers of the Sichuan Army, they all tightened their rifles in their hands.
Two Japanese soldiers relied on each other and saw that the enemy had rushed forward. One of them was experienced. He took half a step back and suddenly thrust forward with the rifle in his hand!
The warrior who rushed over quickly blocked with his gun, but failed to dodge the full blow.
Although this little devil is not tall, he is very powerful. A rifle that is longer than his height is like a spear and instantly pierces the soldier's stomach.
"Ah!" The soldier grimaced in pain and knelt on the ground unwillingly. But another soldier stabbed the little devil with a rifle.
The little devil pulled away and quickly blocked the attack. Before he could make any more moves, a soldier next to him had already pierced his chest with his bayonet!
"Pfft!"
"Go to hell, you bastard!"
Another little devil next to him also fell in a pool of blood under the attack of three soldiers.
"Kill! Charge..."
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army were also in groups of three and three. They strictly followed this training method and never fought alone with the Japanese army. One person is restrained from the front, and the other two use their bayonets to lift and lower their hands, and they can kill a Japanese soldier in an instant. No matter how bad it is...even if it costs one life, the other party can be replaced.
Although the weapons of the third battalion are not as good as those of the first and second battalions, they are all veterans of the battlefield and know better how to protect themselves and kill the enemy. At the same time, the gap in numbers gives them a greater advantage.
The Japanese soldiers in the front row were stabbed to death and wounded countless times. Those who could not resist retreated in fright. However, the Japanese soldiers in the back row were not sure about the situation and wanted to continue to move forward. This retreat and squeezing caused great confusion in their formation.
This greatly increased the confidence of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army. The sudden attack killed the Japanese soldiers. Although they paid a certain price, more of them fell to the sound of bayonets. Screams and shouts were heard everywhere, and the situation of the battle was instantly reversed!
"die!"
Chen Jize fiercely swung away the rifle that was stabbed by a kid. The bayonet on the gun was like a cold light, and it stabbed into the kid's neck. Blood spurted out along the blood groove on the knife!
He pulled back, raised his gun and struck with his hand.
"Touch!" The bullet instantly penetrated a kid who was running away.
While pulling the bolt and reloading the gun, Chen Jize looked up and saw that the soldiers had driven the remaining Japs to the edge of the position. The retreating Japanese troops have put some distance between themselves and the soldiers of the Sichuan Army.
"Don't get too entangled, quickly occupy the position and shoot, and give me a hard greeting with grenades!"
Not far away, Fan Laosan threw away the curled sword, picked up a Czech knife from the ground, and held the handle tightly against the fire.
"Da da da da...!"
"Your grandma, go to hell, you little devil!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The soldiers of the Sichuan Army jumped into the trenches one after another, lying on the sandbags and shooting at the little Japanese. Many soldiers took out grenades and threw them with all their strength.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The grenades hit the Japanese ranks like hailstones, knocking down a group of Japanese soldiers who were still trying to fight back. They finally couldn't bear the pressure and retreated back screaming...
The soldiers who killed Hongyan wanted to pursue, but Chen Jize quickly stopped them:
"Stop chasing them! Stop them all! There are large troops crossing the river behind the Japanese, and their next wave of attacks is coming soon. Enter the position immediately to organize defense."
"Hong Mu! You lead the first company to the left defense line, and Li Jie takes the second company to the dirt bag behind. The third company and the fourth company are in the center. Move quickly and get into position!"
"yes!"
"clear!"
After some planning, Chen Jize hurriedly picked up his binoculars to observe the situation ahead. The retreating Japanese soldiers were still reorganizing their formations by the river, waiting for the follow-up troops crossing the river to follow up and launch another attack.
Huh, if we didn't have heavy weapons, how could you little devils survive? Chen Jize thought in his heart.
The weapons of the third battalion have not been replenished. The soldiers all carry Lao Qijiu, and there are not many light and heavy machine guns, let alone mortars. If the First Battalion were here, this little devil wouldn't even have a chance to withdraw from the position!
"Thank you, brother. Are you from the Sichuan Army?"
At this time, Fan Laosan came over with the few remaining guards to express his thanks. The soldiers in his company are all old brothers from the Northwest Army. Unfortunately, in today's battle, there were only about 30 men left from more than a hundred men.
"Well, how are your casualties?" Chen Jize nodded and couldn't help but ask.
Looking at Fan Laosan who was still bleeding from his arm, he admired him very much. There were at least a few tough guys in Master Yu who were not afraid of death.
"Well, the first and second battalions have basically been destroyed. In addition, there are about a hundred people in my guard company. If we include the third battalion that was blocked by you, the entire third regiment of the Yu Division can't be replaced. 500…”
Fan Laosan punched the sandbag hard and felt like a knife twisting his heart when he said this. What a loser in this fight!
Three groups of more than 1,500 people were reimbursed by two-thirds in less than an hour. If Chen Jize and others hadn't arrived, he might have died on the battlefield.
"Whoa... whoa..."
Before Chen Jize could speak, the scream of artillery shells struck again.
"Shell attack! Everyone take cover!"
After Chen Jize finished speaking, he hurriedly got down in the trench with Fan Laosan and the others...
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