After resting for several days, the National Salvation Army rushed into the core city of the Japanese in overwhelming numbers. The entire city had been bombed into ruins by artillery fire, and the yellow corpses of the Japanese were everywhere;
The ruins were filled with wounded Japanese soldiers. Many of them were buried in the ruins, groaning in pain.
Kenichiro Mori walked at the front holding a Nanbu pistol in one hand, surrounded by the remaining seven combatants of the Mori detachment;
His unit had suffered 5 casualties, 2 of which were wounded. He was now filled with monstrous rage against the Japanese and wanted to kill all the Japanese he saw.
A few days ago, the division commander brought back the worst news. That bitch had incited those beasts to kill all their families. He was now his own.
For Yuren, he could no longer use Baga Yalu to scold him. The Chinese curse words were still sharper;
Doggy, it sounded so straightforward and exciting, he felt that it was only a beast like a dog at sunrise.
After this incident, he no longer felt the last bit of guilt towards the footpot chicken nation. Now he just wanted to fight back to the island, and then chop off the heads of the beasts that killed his family one by one and feed them to the dogs.
"Save me—save—me, I—don't want to die."
A weak voice floated out intermittently from the ruins, and fell into the sharp ears of Maori. He carefully followed the sound and searched, and finally found the owner of the voice in a rubble;
A Japanese man of seventeen or eighteen years old, half of his body was buried in rubble. There was a large amount of dark blood on his head and body, and he didn't know where he was injured.
His eyes were full of the desire to live. He was still young and didn't want to die.
When he saw the shit-yellow military uniform on Maoli, his eyes shone with hope.
"help me--"
Maoli raised his pistol expressionlessly. The young Japanese soldier's eyes were full of fear. He remembered who the people in front of him were. These traitors were more terrifying than the Chinese.
If he encounters the Chinese, he may still survive, but if he encounters them, he will definitely die.
Maoli originally wanted to solve his pain with a shot, but the thought was not enough, so he put the gun away;
The desire for survival once again showed in the eyes of the wounded Japanese soldiers...
Soon Mao Li made him understand that he was overthinking. Mao Li pulled out the standard saber and swung it at his head. The round head rolled down unwillingly;
Mao Li kicked his head several meters away with a casual kick. This kick was almost as good as that of a football player.
After Mao Li kicked a dog's head off, he spit out thick phlegm in disgust.
"Bah! You beasts are not worthy of being reincarnated. Go to hell!"
As soon as Mao Li finished speaking, he kicked another Japanese corpse. He waved the knife in his hand and another dog head fell. At that moment, he felt very comfortable, just like swallowing a big piece in the hot summer. Satisfied with ice.
Suddenly he sensed danger, and he rolled and hid behind a broken wall. A large number of bullets were thrown at them, and a Japanese who was slower to react was killed.
He followed the sound of gunshots, and in a collapsed house in the distance, a dozen Japanese soldiers were firing at them.
The Japanese had a 92-heavy machine gun and seven or eight rifles, blocking the way forward for their detachment.
While organizing a counterattack, he waited for reinforcements to arrive. The heavy machine guns were too far away from them and could not be dealt with by his few infantrymen.
He was not in a hurry. Their brigade had several infantry guns, which were very effective against heavy machine gun positions in street fighting.
Sure enough, after waiting for less than a few minutes, a 70mm infantry cannon shell flew from his side and rear. Just one shell knocked the Japanese machine gun into parts;
The other Japs were also brought down, and the Maori detachment took the opportunity to launch an attack, eliminating the last two fish that slipped through the net, and rushed to the Japs' machine gun positions.
There were more than a dozen Japanese soldiers lying on the battlefield, and a few were still struggling on the ground.
Maoli took out his pistol and shot each of the struggling Japanese. After making sure that no fish had been missed, he led the team away with satisfaction and continued to search for the Japanese.
The gun array on the position was firing intermittently, and the First Regiment of the National Salvation Army was clearing out the remaining enemies. Although some costs were paid in the process, the overall results were gratifying.
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that the gunfire in the Southern District stopped. The Japanese 26th Division that was defending the Southern District was completely wiped out, and not a single prisoner was captured.
The anger in the hearts of the National Salvation Army has not yet been vented, so they do not want to accept the Japanese surrender yet;
Anyway, the Chinese people have no demands. On the contrary, the more Japanese they kill, the happier the Chinese people will be.
If it weren't for the fact that the National Salvation Army still needed additional troops, Lieutenant General Sekihara would have wanted to kill all the Japanese he saw.
In the battle in the Southern District, although they completely annihilated the 26th Division, they also paid a heavy price with more than 4,000 casualties. You must know that they received a large amount of artillery support. It is no exaggeration to say that more than half of the Japanese were Destroyed by artillery fire and aircraft bombing.
"Lieutenant General Sekihara, your National Salvation Army fought very well this time. I am very satisfied. You have proved the value of your existence with practical actions;
I will truthfully report your good performance to Commander Chu. I believe that after the battle of Marila, your establishment will be retained.
The headquarters will also give you rewards. You defeated the Southern District. You give priority to replenishing the loot, including the private belongings of the Japanese;
You hand over 50%, and the rest is yours! "
A smile suddenly broke out on Guan Yuan's face. He didn't care about this, but what he cared about was that their performance was finally recognized by Chief of Staff Zhong.
In the future, his career as Prime Minister will be guaranteed. He is less than 50 years old. When he becomes a Prime Minister, he will have women, sons, status, wealth, everything, including his father!
Chu Xiong will be his godfather from now on!
(Chu Xiong: Ahem, this is waived. You should just ask Lao Shi to be your godfather.)
Thinking of this, he excitedly said to Zhong Guoliang:
"Thank you very much for your concern, Commander and Chief of Staff. Please rest assured that Guan Yuan and the National Salvation Army are the swords in the hands of the Chinese people. They can cut wherever they point!"
Zhong Guoliang nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Sekihara-kun, you are very good! Remember to bring the commander's rewards and concern for the National Salvation Army;
The troops rested in place for a few days, and each person was rewarded with 5 cans of lunch meat, waiting for new combat orders!
The core of Marilla City, the North District, has not yet been captured, so we cannot slack off yet. We must pursue the victory and capture the North District in one go;
Commander Chu will be greatly rewarded by then!
Against the Japanese in Beicheng, you must not only use military means, but also launch a political offensive to persuade them to surrender to the light and lay down their weapons. Only in this way will your National Salvation Army team grow;
There are millions of troops in Tiaobaji, and one of your divisions is not enough. Chu Xiong said, all the Japs brought here will be added to the National Salvation Army. If there is an army, you will be the commander, and if there is a general army, you will be the general commander! "
Guan Yuan's eyes shone with greed, which was the yearning for power of an ambitious man. After Zhong Guoliang reminded him, he also felt that he was a bit humbled by just being a division commander.
Thinking of this, he bowed to Zhong Guoliang and said loudly:
"Sekihara will definitely fulfill his mission! I will not let you down, the Commander!"
