These northwestern men proved their bravery in their first battle with foreign enemies, and also allowed the little devil to see what bloody hand-to-hand combat was for the first time. In front of the swords wielded by Chinese soldiers, their so-called bushido seems so ridiculous.
Captain Wang, who was covered in blood, gave the order to stop the pursuit and clean up the battlefield.
At this time, the Northwest men of the Northwest Army who had proven their bravery and bloodiness still made a big mistake.
Because in front of us, in addition to the headless corpses of the Japanese, there were countless rifles, machine guns, and grenades lying on the bloody ground.
There are also bullet bags and grenade bags bulging on the corpses of the Japanese, as well as backpacks that you can tell at a glance contain good things.
For the northwestern guys who only carry Hanyang-made rifles and old sleeves with almost worn rifling, a company with only two or three pitiful light machine guns, and a regiment that can't even afford a mortar, eyesight Naturally, it glowed brightly.
These frightened men happily picked up the weapons that were scattered on the bloody ground but still emitted a faint light.
"This is a Little Japan 38 gun. It is very well maintained. The rifling looks like new. I keep it."
"Hey...who is that? Don't compete with me. You don't know how to use the Japanese crooked machine gun. I have used it before. Bring it over."
"Is this a grenade? We don't know how to use it! That Captain Zhang, ask if any of the wounded in the Northeast Army know how to use it, and ask him to teach us how to use it. This thing is a good thing, equivalent to It’s a small mortar, don’t break it.”
"It's been fired, battalion commander, come and see, the little devil actually has more than 100 rounds of bullets on him. He's really a big dog."
Just when these Northwest Army soldiers were ecstatic and expressing their insights and surprises, "Boom! Boom!" A heart-stopping scream suddenly came from the sky.
"Hurry up and take cover, the little devil is having sex..."
While screaming, Captain Wang, who personally cut off the heads of three Japanese soldiers in a hand-to-hand battle, his originally dark face instantly turned white.
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Half an hour later, Colonel Suzuki Ryo, who was listening to the battle report from the defeated Japanese captain, had a livid face.
Seeing the duck flying away from the mouth again will not make anyone feel good.
What's more, after a fierce battle with the Chinese army during the day, they only lost dozens of people, and they also achieved the result of occupying various highlands in front of Xifengkou.
Unexpectedly, a support force suddenly arrived out of nowhere, all of them were stupid young people. They didn't even say hello, and they came up swinging big swords. Is there anyone who fights like this?
However, recalling those snowflake-like sword lights that almost filled his sight, Suzuki couldn't help but swallowed, and felt a cold feeling on his neck.
You must know that the Japanese army, which has engraved militarism and bushido in their bones, their greatest spiritual sustenance is not loyalty to the emperor, but that their souls can enter the temple in their hearts after death, which is the Yasukuni Shrine.
They firmly believe that as long as they uphold the Bushido and fight for the country after their death, their souls will be able to return to the Yasukuni Shrine and be worshiped by their families and people across the country, which is a high honor.
This belief is not only reflected in soldiers, but also most people across Japan are proud to be able to return to the Yasukuni Shrine. What this kind of belief or spiritual sustenance brings is that the Japanese are not afraid of death on the battlefield, and some fanatics are even proud of dying in battle.
When they treat Chinese soldiers and civilians, they often use brutal beheadings to show their bravery, but in fact they are covering up their biggest fears.
Because they themselves are very afraid of being beheaded, the beliefs passed down from their ancestors tell them that after a person is beheaded, his soul becomes a lonely ghost and can never find his way home.
Think about it, the soul can't even find its way back to Japan, and even entering the Yasukuni Shrine has become a luxury.
And since they regard entering the shrine to worship as more important than their lives, they naturally value their own heads even more. It doesn't matter if he's dead, as long as his head isn't chopped off.
Therefore, the factor that made Ryo Suzuki feel a little melancholy and a bit chilly in his crotch was not just the jade fragments of more than 300 soldiers, but the heads of those jade fragments soldiers had been chopped off. This was what worried him most. The place.
Just look at the faces of the retreating soldiers who are whiter than snowflakes, and even when they are sitting on the ground to rest, they pull back the helmets on their heads to cover the back of their necks, and you will know that these soldiers were once proud of them. The imperial warriors were afraid.
Yes, these Kumamoto Japanese soldiers with the title of "black skin, bright red blood", these Japanese soldiers who have never known fear and cowardice since they formed an army, and even regard death in battle as their lofty ideal, are afraid.
Due to the poor equipment, the 29th Army had no choice but to use broadswords to kill the enemy, but it hit the Japanese army's weakness, causing the morale of the Japanese army to plummet in an instant.
When Colonel Ryo Suzuki saw some soldiers starting to wrap their spare belts in a circle to protect their necks, he knew that it would be impossible to capture Xifengguchi today.
However, what he didn't expect was that this would be the beginning of a nightmare for him and the 13th Regiment he led.
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On the afternoon of March 10, an army of several thousand men was divided into several long lines and marched through the mountains at the southern foot of Yanshan Mountain. From a distance, the urgent marching troops lined up in four columns looked like four long, winding, iron-gray dragons, galloping towards the Xifengkou where the cannons were roaring.
At this time, several officers in the middle of the team were standing on a high ground using binoculars to observe the march of the team.
One of the major general officers took off his cotton military cap, wiped the sweat from his bald head and said: "Order the three regiments at the rear to speed up. There are no Japanese troops in this area. You can ignore the carts and pack horses of the transport team and let them follow slowly. Just come up."
"Brigade, why don't we wait for the main force of the division? They are still more than ten kilometers away." A colonel officer suggested.
"Wait a minute, Wang Changhai is short of troops now. Our top priority is to catch up and help him withstand Little Japan's attack. We finally regained the pass, but we can't let Little Japan take it again."
This bald major general is General Zhao Chengyu, commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army.
"Quick, order the troops to speed up. Don't worry about those who fall behind. There will be a baggage team behind to take care of them."
When General Zhao Chengyu said this, he suddenly cursed bitterly: "Wang Changhai is a bitch. All these years of fighting have been in vain. He knew clearly that the Japanese artillery was powerful, but he rushed to grab the equipment and lost two hundred dollars in vain." There are many people. The original exchange ratio of 1 to 1 was changed to 2 to 1 for me. I will see if I don’t kill him after a while."
