The shelling on the Yunzaobang River finally stopped, but the battle on the river beach was not over.
After being bombarded by nearly 10,000 rounds of bullets from the mercenary regiment, a squadron and a half of the nearly 300 Japanese troops that had landed still had a small number of experienced veterans at the back who survived. They instinctively moved quickly when the machine guns on the opposite side rang out. He lay down, and then used the body of his teammate who fell in front of him as a cover, and narrowly escaped the first wave of blows.
Tsutomu Okazaki is a Japanese sergeant who has served for almost six years. He once participated in the suppression of anti-Japanese guerrillas in North Korea and has rich experience in dealing with such battles where he is suddenly attacked by enemy fire.
However, unlike any previous battle, when the sparse bullets of the Korean anti-Japanese guerrillas flew towards him, he and his teammates were able to have enough time to dodge and use their precise marksmanship to quickly fire on the enemy. Suppress, and then your own machine guns and grenade launchers will quickly eliminate or defeat the gunmen in the darkness one by one.
Today's sneak attack of this scale has never been seen or even heard of. This can no longer be called a sneak attack, but a complete massacre.
The only thing Okazaki could do was to lie on the ground and let the bullets fly over his head. He didn't even dare to raise his head, not to mention suppressing shooting.
He endured the howls, roars and whines of his teammates around him, endured the numbing "puff" sound of the screaming bullets pouring into his teammates' bodies, endured the flow like a trickling stream, and even carried The blood from the body temperature of his teammates flowed through his cheeks and then through his body. His whole body was completely soaked in the warm blood...
After getting over the initial panic, Okazaki now only has despair and anger.
Despair because he knew it was impossible to escape in this situation. Even if he miraculously heard the retreat whistle from the river amidst the hail of bullets, death would only be a matter of time.
The anger came from watching helplessly as his comrades who had been with him day and night for several years fell in front of him and behind him one by one, being mercilessly shot by those despicable enemy soldiers on this narrow river beach without any defense.
He forgot that his troops were also here for a sneak attack. He forgot that if a large group of Japanese troops successfully landed, they would also mercilessly attack and shoot at the backs of the Chinese troops.
Now Okazaki only has one thought, that is, before he dies, he can show the bravery of the soldiers of the Japanese Empire and drag several Chinese soldiers into hell to avenge those comrades who died in vain.
He was waiting for an opportunity, and he was sure he would get one. He was fortunate that the Chinese army's numerous artillery shells were only firing on the river and did not visit the small area of the landing site. He felt that he had guessed the Chinese army's plan. Those Chinese soldiers would always come to clean the battlefield, and maybe even more See if he can catch a few alive. That would be the best time for him to take action.
And he believed that other comrades who could survive by chance would have the same idea as him.
He had already held two Type 91 grenades that had just been installed in the Japanese army in his hands and waited patiently.
He didn't want to use a gun. With so many enemy guns aimed at him, he only had one chance to shoot with his rifle. The enemy would not give him time to pull the bolt and load the gun again. He would only kill or injure an enemy. It's not cost-effective, he needs more enemies to be buried with him.
At this time, the sky was beginning to brighten, and Okazaki's patience was rewarded... He saw the Chinese soldiers on both sides finally walked out of their positions, formed a skirmish line, and slowly searched and advanced towards the river beach.
"Closer, closer..." Okazaki prayed silently in his heart. At this moment, he wished that time would run away quickly, so that the Chinese soldiers could come to him as soon as possible, and then see them facing two dangerous missiles. The look of panic and despair in his eyes when he fired the smoke grenade would be Okazaki Sho's greatest comfort before he dedicated his life to His Majesty the Emperor.
However, the opposite happened.
"Baga! Why don't you leave? You should leave. I'm right here. Come and catch me, you despicable Chinese."
Okazaki watched helplessly as the skirmisher line of the Chinese army stopped 100 meters away from the Japanese corpses. Those in the front row squatted and those in the back row raised their guns and began to aim.
His heart suddenly sank to the bottom with coldness.
The sound of "cracking" gunfire rang out, and every Japanese body on the periphery suffered the impact of more than one bullet.
Then the skirmisher line moved forward ten meters, raised their guns and fired again... Just like this, they replenished their guns layer by layer. No matter whether you were dead, injured, or alive, you had to use bullets to clean them all again.
Sporadic howls began to be heard, and the remaining Japanese soldiers began to be shot. Okazaki's last patience was completely lost.
The facts are obvious. These despicable Chinese do not want any captured or wounded soldiers at all. They are like robots ruthlessly harvesting the lives that may be left in every corner of the battlefield...the lives of the loyal soldiers of the Japanese Empire.
All of Okazaki's sanity has been completely lost. He turned himself into a beast, with blood-red eyes like a beast, howling in despair like a beast, stood up like a beast, and then faced the Chinese army 100 meters away. The skirmishers threw out the smoking grenade in their right hand.
It was a pity that when countless bullets pierced his skin, muscles, and bones, and until he took his last breath on earth, he did not see any look of panic or fear in the eyes and faces of the Chinese soldiers opposite him. , there is only a look of ridicule and disbelief like watching a clown perform.
Yes, it is indeed unbelievable. You, a little Japanese with a height of less than 1.6 meters and short arms, want to throw a grenade weighing one pound 100 meters away. Who gave you the courage?
As a result, the grenade only flew less than 30 meters in the air before falling softly and then exploding in the open space.
Therefore, Sergeant Okazaki Tsutomu, who had served in the Imperial Japanese Army for 6 years and had made countless contributions to His Majesty the Emperor, went to cry to their Amaterasu with reluctance and despair.
"Except for Japanese soldiers who surrendered on their own initiative, the mercenary group does not take Japanese prisoners."
This military rule has been deeply engraved in the minds of every mercenary regiment soldier as early as the training in Shanxi. For this reason, there are special tactical drills for cleaning the battlefield, which is to maintain a safe distance and replenish the guns in sequence.
Zhou Wen, who has experience in later generations, knows very well that Japanese soldiers in this period were very stubborn, and from the Japanese samurai tradition, being captured on the battlefield is a very shameful thing. Even if he can return to his country in the future, he will be tried by a military court and criticized by society. discriminate.
Therefore, it is difficult for Japanese soldiers to be captured. Many injured soldiers will choose to die with the enemy, even if it is the enemy medical staff who come to treat his injuries.
During the All-out Anti-Japanese War, many anti-Japanese troops in China suffered unnecessary casualties because they wanted to capture Japanese prisoners.
