In such a crazy battle, the Japanese gradually fell into decline.
There was only a small group of Japanese who charged. Under the machine gun fire of the Sichuan army, less than thirty Japanese were able to rush to the position alive.
Although the Sichuan army only had one platoon, after discarding the Type 38 rifle, the Japanese did not have an advantage in close combat capabilities.
Japs are naturally short. During World War II, the average height was only about 1.5 meters. Many Japs standing next to Type 38 rifles were not as tall as the guns.
And it is precisely because of this that in ancient China, they were called Japanese pirates, and the original meaning of the word "Japanese" is short and short.
Therefore, after abandoning their weapons, the Japanese suffered a great disadvantage in close combat. Except for using their momentum for three minutes at the beginning, they were almost suppressed and beaten by the Sichuan army.
Seeing that the Japanese who rushed forward did not have the advantage, the Japanese officer quickly ordered the second team of Japanese soldiers to continue charging.
Chuchuchu! Chuchuchu! ...
When the crazed Japanese charged, they even opened fire at the fighting crowd with their machine guns.
Many Japanese soldiers were still fighting the Sichuan army, but ended up dying at the hands of their own people.
But is the little devil really crazy?
No, they're not crazy, they're just clearing the way.
Because you can just imagine, when dozens of people are fighting in a melee on a narrow city wall, another group of little devils want to pass through the chaotic battlefield. Is this possible?
They will be blocked by the chaos of the battlefield, slowing down their movements.
So that's all they can do if they want to move forward.
Of course, the Chinese army would definitely not do this. After all, there are still people among the warring people.
But the little devils have no humanity, and they have long been accustomed to this kind of thing. Even during the brutal execution of prisoners of war in Nanjing, a small group of Japanese were killed as prisoners of war.
This sounds like a joke, but it's true. The lighting was not very good when executing prisoners of war, so a small group of Japanese soldiers were accidentally killed.
Chuchuchu! chug! .....
Under the Japanese's firing, the Japanese and Sichuan Army brothers fell down one by one.
The fallen Japanese soldiers died with hatred, because they did not die in the hands of the enemy, but were beaten to death by their own people.
They hate, they curse, but they still can't change the fate of life lost.
Seeing this, the Sichuan army kicked away the entangled Japanese and jumped back to the bunker to escape. And those Japanese who had no time to dodge were all beaten to death by their own people.
"Attack! Attack!"
The little Japanese officer was still roaring, and the second wave of Japanese roared and rushed over like wild beasts.
The Sichuan Army brothers retrieved the guns they had just thrown away and started shooting at the Japanese again.
The charging Japanese were amidst a hail of bullets, and more than a dozen of them were knocked down.
But then, the Japs machine gunners rushed out from behind the screaming Japs in the front row and fired at the Sichuan brothers' position.
Chuchuchu! Chuchuchu!
The flames of sin spit out hot bullets. These bullets fell like raindrops on the positions of the Sichuan Army brothers.
The three Sichuan army brothers who were unable to dodge were shot and fell out.
Seeing this, the machine gunner kept pulling the trigger and firing.
But after three bullets were sprayed out of the gun chamber and killed the Japanese machine gunner, no more bullets could be fired.
There were no bullets in the barrel of the gun, and the gunman had been killed in the hand-to-hand combat. The machine gunner kept rummaging through the corpses, but could not find the loaded magazine.
The little devil took the opportunity to roar again and rushed forward as if he was desperate for his life.
There were only five people left in a platoon of the Sichuan Army, but they took the sword full of the blood of the Japanese from the hands of the corpses of their comrades and rushed towards the Japanese again.
The brutal hand-to-hand combat started again.
This was an unfair battle. Five Sichuan troops fought fiercely with more than 40 Japanese soldiers.
The broad sword is like the moon, and the light is as cold as the nine states. Every time the sword is struck, the bright light of the sword will capture the soul and take away the soul.
A Japanese soldier was knocked down and his whole head was cut in half along with their helmet.
The Japs behind were so frightened that they opened their mouths wide, because the Japs are very superstitious. They believe that the head is where the soul is placed, so if the head is gone, their souls will have no destination, and therefore they will never be able to return to their home. My hometown has become a lonely ghost.
So when they saw that the head of their colleague in front was missing, they immediately felt a chill on the back of their necks.
But at the same time, the Sichuan Army brothers became more and more courageous as they fought. They chopped off a Japanese with their big swords, and then ran towards two more stunned Japanese.
When the little devil saw the machete coming, he quickly blocked it with the gun in his hand.
With a ding sound, the gun blocked the machete, but then, the Japs felt a pain in his lower abdomen and was kicked down by the Sichuan Army brother.
The little devil dropped a gold ingot and hurriedly prepared to get up, but at this moment, the Sichuan Army brother arrived and swung his sword...
"No, don't kill me."
The devils howled like they were killing pigs.
"late!"
The Sichuan Army brothers shouted coldly, and then with a pop, the little devil's head flew out from his neck.
Another Japs was about to sneak attack from the left side of the Sichuan Army brothers, but at this moment, the Sichuan Army brothers looked sideways, and the cold gaze made the little Japs' liver and gallbladder split. He couldn't help but take two steps back and hit the wall directly.
At this time, the little devil's morale was gone, and all his bushido was forgotten.
The Sichuan Army brothers laughed loudly when they saw this, thinking: Are you little devils sometimes afraid? But it's too late now. When you come to China, you all have to stay here for me.
The Sichuan Army brothers were about to swing their swords to kill the frightened Japs with weak legs, but at this moment, the Japs' officer saw that the troops were in decline, so he yelled filial piety loudly at the back of the team: "Attack! Drive the Chinese out of the east wall, otherwise they will all die!"
The Japs officer's roar once again made these little Japs understand that if they don't recapture the east city wall today, I'm afraid all of them will die here.
So these little devils once again howled like wild beasts and rushed towards the Sichuan Army brothers, who had only three left.
Two of them were already wounded. One of them had his arm penetrated by a Japs bayonet, while the other had a knife in his abdomen.
Both men were seriously injured, but the tenacious warrior would rather die than retreat and stood in a triangular formation with the long row of sword-wielding soldiers.
At this time, the three of them were like gods of war bathed in blood on the battlefield. Although there were only three people, the Japanese were so frightened that they didn't take an inch forward for a long time.
The two wounded soldiers slowly took off the grenades from their waists. After opening the safety cover, the pull tab inside is exposed.
The two men laughed miserably and said, "Platoon leader, I'm afraid we have to take the first step."
The platoon leader was slightly moved, but said firmly: "Brothers, you go first, and I will be there soon. With you on the road to Huangquan, we will not be lonely!"
"Okay! Huang Quan is traveling together. If we encounter a little Japs, we will kill the Japs!"
"Yes! We will also kill the Japanese on the road to hell! Hahaha!"
The two Sichuan soldiers laughed loudly, gripped the grenade tabs tightly, and rushed towards the Japanese to die together with the enemy in front of them! ...
