Due to lack of physical strength, Takeshi Fujita was already at the back of the charge team before the fire from the opposite side came. But he still couldn't escape the intensive mortar bombardment from the opposite side. A shell exploded not far in front of him, taking his adjutant and guard into the sky, and taking half of his leg with him.
The massive blood loss and severe pain from the bloody broken leg made him fall into a semi-conscious state. He was unable to call for help, and he was unable to struggle. He could only half-lean on a small tree stump that had been blown off. His confused eyes looked at the tongues of fire that continued to spurt out in the darkness ahead, as well as the figures that fell to the ground in groups.
He no longer had any illusions about the outcome of all the Japanese troops in front and behind who were escaping in panic.
He couldn't believe it at all. This was the cowardly Chinese army described by the arrogant and arrogant people in the military?
Since the start of the Songhu War, the performance of the Chinese army on the opposite side has completely subverted his inherent understanding. Their equipment, training, and tactics may not be as good as those of the Japanese army, but their courage, confidence, and tenacity are not bad at all, and they even have Worse than that.
On the battlefield, he saw Chinese soldiers whose legs were blown off, who resolutely fired the grenades in their arms and died together with the imperial soldiers. He saw countless Chinese soldiers facing the constant spray of artillery and machine guns from tanks and armored vehicles. , there are still scenes of people rushing up with explosive packs, and after hundreds of them fell, thousands more stood up.
The Chinese people cannot be killed all, and China cannot be easily defeated.
The powerful, well-equipped and well-trained Chinese army facing him tonight shocked and puzzled him even more. They are also well-trained, and their collaborative combat capabilities have even surpassed that of the Imperial Army. They are equipped with a large number of artillery and a large number of automatic weapons, and are able to skillfully use and fully utilize the effects of these weapons, which is very terrifying.
Your possession of certain equipment and your ability to use this equipment skillfully are completely different things. Just like the same rifle, its role in the hands of ordinary people and in the hands of sharpshooters is completely different.
Fujita Takeshi is now convinced that this force is the mysterious Chinese force that the brigade commander mentioned, the force that has caused the Huncheng 24th Brigade to suffer a lot in recent battles.
Now, they are here to end the final fate of the 24th Hybrid Brigade.
What he didn't understand was how high the cost was to train such a force, including the quality of soldiers, officers, and technical arms, countless training expenses, the cultivation and training of tactical capabilities, and the coordination of arms. Ideas and more. If there are no leaders with modern military ideas and a sufficient number of instructors, you may not be able to do it even if you have money.
However, no one could answer Fujita Takeshi's puzzlement and confusion, and there was no time for him to think about it further. His increasingly weak body told him that his time was running out.
I don't know how long it took, but Fujita Takeshi, who was dying, saw the arrival of the subsequent retreating troops. He wanted to tell them that the front was a passage representing death. Now they should break up the team and break out from all directions. This might allow some officers and soldiers to rush in. go out.
However, in his eyes that began to become distracted, the young captain of the 142nd Brigade, who respected him on the surface but always had a hint of disdain in his heart and eyes, just like his previous behavior, he pulled out his command knife and stood The front of the team.
At this time, the people behind the captain were no longer the hundreds of elite Japanese infantrymen before, but more than a thousand confused-looking, exhausted engineers and artillerymen who had lost their artillery.
Takeshi Fujita wanted to call him and tell him what a formidable opponent the enemy in the darkness ahead was, but no sound could come out of his thirsty throat, only a faint breath coming from his chest.
In this way, with helpless eyes, he watched the captain and the remaining more than a thousand young imperial soldiers embark on the road of no return again.
At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Takeshi Fujita of the 140th Brigade of the 24th Brigade of the Japanese Army breathed his last breath.
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The night of February 22, 1932 was destined to be a long night, and the battle in the direction of Pengjiazhai was basically over. With the help of flares, the soldiers of the infantry company of the mercenary regiment left the trenches and searched forward as usual and replenished their guns. Although these young recruits experienced many battles within a few days, they were still shocked by so many densely packed corpses in this area.
Nearly two thousand Japanese soldiers fell on this fertile land, and the blood seeped into the earth, so much so that the solid military boots of the mercenary regiment infantry squeaked when they stepped on the ground, but they had basically adapted to the smell of blood on the battlefield. Although some people still experienced nausea and vomiting, this did not prevent them from taking off the epaulettes from the Japanese corpses and collecting weapons.
Zhou Wen sat on the sandbag beside the trench with a tired look, staring at the stars in the night sky in a daze. Gao Xiaoshan and Miaohua next to him were also silent. They both felt tired, not physically tired, but psychologically tired after wiping out two thousand enemies, or in other words, after wiping out more than two thousand lives.
They are all normal humans, they are not bloodthirsty beasts. Although they still have the joy and pride after winning the battle, it does not mean that they can feel happy from killing. What's more, tonight's battle can no longer be regarded as a battle. The Japanese troops are like a numb group of zombies, lining up to die under the bright light of flares. It is a complete one-sided massacre.
Zhou Wen just wanted to smoke a cigarette at this time. He had never smoked since time travel, but now he wanted to take a puff, hoping to use the nicotine deeply inhaled into his lungs to relieve his psychological discomfort.
The officers and soldiers on the rear artillery positions all caught up. They had only known how to shell hard before, but now they all wanted to see their own achievements. But they were also shocked by the scene before them. In the two to three square kilometers of wilderness, it could be described as corpses strewn across the field and blood flowing like rivers.
Even a person like Xu Dacheng, who was usually careless and careless, looked at the bloody scene in front of him and remained silent for a long time.
A voice suddenly broke the silent atmosphere, "We didn't invite them here. They came to China to kill people."
Zhou Wen turned around and saw Meng Yuting and Chen Wanli. Both of them had a determined light in their eyes. Meng Yuting raised his voice and repeated again: "We didn't invite them here. If we don't kill them, they will kill us."
Zhou Wen finally woke up at this time. Fortunately, he was still a human being in two lifetimes, and he actually started to behave like a woman. Are these people considered human beings? Were the atrocities they committed in the vast land of China a few years later the work of human beings?
