The fourth battalion of the Xuanwu Division was formed as the Beishan Defense Militia. When the French fleet launched a surprise attack on Guotou Village, the companies of Chu Zhao and Luo Houhou led more than a thousand local people to forge a steel defense line on Beishan.
Kunigami Village was bombed into ruins. Chu Zhao and Luo Houhou led the people to resist the French attack from beginning to end. In the end, the Kunigami Water Ghosts launched a beautiful counterattack.
The crudest and most primitive mines changed the course of the entire battle. The sacrifice of the water ghosts achieved that victory, and the spirit of the Beishan Defense Line was the origin of the Xuanwu Division's reputation for good defense.
At that moment, Chu Zhao and Luo Houhou were possessed by the dead heroic spirits in the Temple of War. They even vaguely saw the sacrificial water ghosts glaring at them in mid-air.
"We can't be embarrassed! We can't be embarrassed! The countless heroes of the Xuanwu Division who died in battle are looking at us... If we lose, do we still have the nerve to return home? Do we still have the nerve to enter the War Temple?"
Chu Zhao roared loudly and wiped the blood on his face with his hand, "Luo Houhou, hold on here, come with a group of panting people, and fight a counter-charge with me... We can't be beaten passively anymore! Get out of the trench and counter-charge..."
At the critical moment, Chu Zhao made the most correct choice. If you let the enemy completely control the rhythm on the battlefield, you will end up dead. Now that the enemy is fierce, the fourth battalion must be even more fierce than the enemy.
Chu Zhao didn't even turn his head. He drew his knife and split the neck of the Russian soldier in front of him, and said to the seriously injured guard beside him, "Xiao Gao! Do you dare to die here?"
Xiao Gao was Chu Zhao's bodyguard. He had a half-foot-long gash in his stomach and his intestines were leaking out. At this time, he was trying his best to stuff it back with his hands.
"I've hacked to death three people. The ones I shot and killed before don't count. It's worth it! Why don't you dare to die..."
"Okay, you go! Bring a few brothers who are seriously injured and can move, and carry explosive bags to blow up a protrusion for me..."
"Yes, battalion commander!" Xiao Gao stuffed his intestines back in one go, picked up a ten-kilogram large explosive bag from behind and shouted, "Is there anyone who died with me? Come home with me!" After finishing pulling the fuse, he jumped out of the trench and counterattacked towards the enemy.
"Count me in... and I..." Four more wounded soldiers rushed up after them. In the blink of an eye, there was a huge explosion outside the trench, and the air wave overturned corpses on the ground.
The suicidal counterattack created a triangular gap in front of the position. Before the Russian army could fill the gap, Chu Zhao turned over and jumped in. "Brothers, follow me out to kill...interrupt the enemy's attack." Rhythm!"
Soldiers jumped out of the trenches one after another, and soon a fighting group of forty people was formed behind Chu Zhao. They opened fire with rifles and looked for opportunities with bayonets.
The small commando team quickly cut a fault in the Russian charge formation like a hot knife cutting through butter. The brothers in the trench behind them suddenly felt that the pressure on the opposite side became less, and the number of Russian soldiers jumping into the trench was decreasing.
"Damn it! How dare these East Asian monkeys counterattack us? Surround them..." A group of strong Russian soldiers, as strong as a company, broke away from the large army and launched an siege against Chu Zhao and the others. .
"Now...throw the grenade!" Luo Houhou's roar sounded from the gap behind Chu Zhao. The melee fighting here temporarily stopped, and the remaining wounded gathered together, fired the grenade and threw it out without hesitation.
At this time, he didn't care whether he was injured accidentally or not. He just threw them wherever there were many Russians, and the sounds of explosions kept coming and going.
Looking at Chu Zhao and the others who rushed out, they were stripped alive by a group of enemy soldiers. Fifteen soldiers died miserably. Under the enemy's bayonets, the small military formation looked even more lonely.
The brothers stood shoulder to shoulder to form a small circular formation, with their bayonets pointing outwards, and the wounded soldiers were firing. Those who could fight hand-to-hand were fighting with bayonets on the outside. The small military formation was like hedgehogs avoiding death in a lava river. Fighting for the last chance of survival.
Bayonet against bayonet, wiped out a spark, your bayonet pierced my chest, my bayonet pierced your throat, the blood has turned into slippery mud under your feet, this saying is true for every inch of mountains and rivers.
Xuanwu Battalion's crazy counterattack did defend the trenches, but the gap in strength cannot be made up by courage. The huge gap of six to one may be difficult for Sun Bin to reverse.
All the Xuanwu Battalion's efforts were actually just to disrupt the enemy's rhythm and buy a little more time for victory. What they needed most now were reinforcements.
Luo Houhou looked at the desperate Chu Zhao in front of him. He wanted to cry but there was only blood in his eyes without tears. He howled, "Where are the reinforcements! Why haven't the reinforcements come yet! Are you eating for nothing..."
The roar shook the surrounding area. At this moment, a rhythmic roar suddenly came from the flank of the battlefield. When this strange sound sounded, the Xuanwu Camp suddenly burst into fanatical roars.
"Team Bato! These sashimi-eating guys are finally here... hack them to death! Go ahead!"
Sure enough, it was Fuso's Ba Dao team. This Russian charge was completely a cold weapon show to show off their force. Exxon's original purpose was to use the bayonet to break the backs of the attackers and deter their will to fight, so From beginning to end, the battle was dominated by hand-to-hand assault.
Crazy savages will naturally be dealt with by even crazier savages. Is there anything more effective in cold weapon warfare than medieval tactics?
More than a hundred sword-fighting members shouted in anger and pressed forward with neat steps. In the military formation composed of completely Western-style military uniforms, everyone was holding a sharp sword. This is really an irony. Maybe this It must be Xiao Letian's bad taste.
But I have to say that this kind of bad taste is really useful. At this critical moment, a medieval military formation is even more useful.
"Hoho...ha!"
"Hoho...ha!"
The soldiers marched forward in unison with their unique slogans. The Russian troops on the opposite side were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a formation before.
The commander of the Ba Dao Team was none other than Noheita. Xiao Letian’s godson-in-law saw his colleagues beating him so brutally. His eyes suddenly turned red and he gave a military salute: “I’m sorry, I’m late! That’s enough, gentlemen. pay tribute!"
"Fuso warriors! Let these Russian devils know what hand-to-hand combat is... let them know what it looks like when the tachi wheel spins... First row! Fall!"
In the three-row tachi formation, the first row of samurai did not have to choose a target at all. After obeying the order, the sharp tachi blades raised rushed down and slashed into the air with a roar.
"Second row! Up! Down!"
Immediately after the first row of warriors turned sideways and backwards, the second row of warriors raised their swords and slashed forward, and at the same time they moved forward.
"Third row! Up! Down!"
Amidst Nohira's calm roar, the third row of samurai slashed with his sword, and at the same time, the second row of samurai stepped back sideways.
The three knives struck in succession, as airtight as the wheel of choice. Xiao Letian was very good at describing this formation.
“Isn’t this a fucking combine harvester?”
