"Hold on! You must hold on! These idiots dare to kill me! I want to teach you what it means to go without coming back!" A Sichuan Army company commander shouted, holding a big sword high. , and now, the Japanese army has launched its third fierce attack here.
They are officers and soldiers of the 727th Regiment of the 364th Brigade of the 122nd Division of the Sichuan Army. The Japanese army launched a fierce attack here starting at 7:30 in the morning. They even used aircraft, artillery, and infantry. The only thing missing was Just a tank.
"Yes! Company Commander!!" shouted an eighteen or nineteen-year-old Sichuan Army soldier. At their age, he was more brave, courageous, and eager to fight these damn invaders to the death!
Before leaving Sichuan, their commander told them that if they go here, they will die. When they leave Sichuan, they will fight to the death with these little devils who can kill a thousand swords!
The Sichuan Army's equipment was crude and inferior to the well-equipped Central Army, so their battle was particularly difficult.
The artillery shells were fired down one after another. The Japanese army in the distance was launching an attack in the form of a skirmish line. It looked very fierce. In their view, the Sichuan army position in front of them was like paper. As long as it was enlarged With enough strength, their defense will be breached soon.
In the eyes of the Japanese commanders, they must capture the front positions at the minimum cost, especially after the enemy positions have been clearly explored, they must capture the front positions in the shortest possible time!
"Si Gei!!" The leading Japanese army officers were shouting wildly, because they seemed to have seen the dawn of victory right in front of them.
As the Japanese troops approached from the front, both air and ground artillery fire support had been significantly reduced. At this moment.
A row of national army officers and soldiers rushed out of the position. Some of them were holding old Hanyang rifles, and some were holding beheading swords.
"Kill!! Fight with these turtles!!!" The Sichuan Army company commander.
Shi Dazhu was from Jianyang, Sichuan. When he was in Jianyang, he was attracted by the slogans of resisting Japan and saving the nation, and resolutely joined the National Revolutionary Army. According to convention, those who joined the army in his area would be incorporated into the 22nd Army under Deng Xihou. Group Army, because this is Deng Xihou’s territory, the soldiers here can only go to the 22nd Group Army!
Shi Dazhu is already twenty-two years old this year. Among the people who joined the army, they can be considered middle-class, because there are many young people aged seventeen or eighteen who resolutely chose to go out of Sichuan!
Yes, he is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old! There is no such thing as an ID card in this era. The age of joining the army is basically reported by themselves, and there is no way to verify it... Well, or the cost of verification is too high and not worth it.
"Rush!!"
"Kill!!"
"Little devil, I'll make you an immortal!!"
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Countless shouts of killing converged into one, like waves rising up, slamming hard on the wave of Japanese charging, very fierce.
Shi Dazhu was considered to be a relatively strong person among their group of enlisted men, and he was very skilled because he had often fought with gangsters since he was a child. He was seen holding a big knife and dodged the bayonet of a kid. He stepped forward and kicked the kid over. He swung his sword and a head wearing a small Japanese steel helmet rose into the sky. The Sichuan officers and soldiers behind him were also inspired and picked up their weapons to fight the kid in close combat. A physical fight broke out.
Of course, it's not that these Sichuan officers and soldiers like to play hand-to-hand combat, nor is it that they want to save ammunition, but in the first two rounds of fierce attacks by the Japanese army, their ammunition has already been exhausted!
"puff!!"
A Japanese soldier's arm was neatly chopped off by a stone pillar. Blood spurted out from the severed arm, and the white bones were vaguely visible!
"Ah!!" The Japanese soldier shouted in pain, but Shi Dazhu didn't give him too much painful time. Cold light flashed, and a huge head rose into the sky.
Counting this Japanese soldier, three Japanese soldiers had already died under Shi Dazhu's sword. Before Shi Dazhu burst out laughing, the crisis was coming!
I saw a sharp bayonet piercing his abdomen fiercely. Shi Dazhu felt pain all of a sudden, and his ferocity suddenly exploded. The sword flashed, and another big head rose into the sky. It was different from the other heads. What's more, that head still has a ferocious look on its face.
Then, several more bayonets were thrust into Shi Dazhu's waist, and then they were pulled out.
At this moment, Shi Dazhu seemed to have lost all his strength and fell weakly to the ground. The bright red blood spread among the green grass. At that moment, Shi Dazhu seemed to have returned to Sichuan.
Shi Dazhu's body was trembling. In front of his eyes were his elderly grandparents and the green mountains and green waters before the expedition.
A year ago, in the open space outside Jianyang City, Sichuan.
The green water and green mountains there are breathtakingly beautiful, the blue sky and white clouds hang high there, and there are crowds of people there.
On the high stage, the leader of the Sichuan Army had a serious face, and the standing Mike stood in front of the leader of the Sichuan Army.
I saw the regiment leader wearing his best-looking gray military uniform, his not-too-old face full of solemnity. In front of him were more than two thousand recruits who were still childlike.
"Brothers, do you know what we are going to do!?" The voice of the leader of the Sichuan Army was infinitely amplified through the loudspeaker and poured into the ears of every Sichuan Army recruit.
"Got it!! Fight Japan!!" Countless Sichuan Army recruits were shouting, fearing that the regiment leaders above and the villagers and elders watching outside would not know their determination.
"Then do you know that when we leave Sichuan this time, we are going to die! We are going to fight with the stubborn little Japanese! Are you afraid!?" The face of the leader of the Sichuan Army was still very serious, but with a bit more murderous intent.
"Don't be afraid!!! Don't be afraid!!!"
"I'm not afraid!!"
Determined expressions appeared on countless childish faces, and they were shouting and fighting, their morale was like a rainbow.
"Our Sichuan Army Corps has only soldiers who died in battle and no retreating bears! Do you know this!!?" The leader of the Sichuan Army Corps was still very serious, but his eyes were filled with tears - because soon, he would lead These Sichuan children went to the battlefield to fight to the death. This may be the last time he stood on the stage in his hometown and roared like this.
The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Shi Dazhu's eyes were getting dark, but his face was full of smile, and his mouth was moving gently: "Father, mother, grandpa, grandma, commander, Dazhu is a good soldier, worthy of the people of Sichuan, worthy of the people of Sichuan, civil……"
Before Shi Dazhu could finish reciting, he had passed away...
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Shi Dazhu died, but the battle is not over yet. Countless brave Sichuan officers and soldiers are shedding blood on this land in northern Hubei.
At this moment, they have to risk their lives with these little Japanese and fulfill the oath that their warriors made when they came out of Sichuan.
The long green mountains are still there, but the loyal and brave people of the past are no longer there, but countless loyal and brave souls can be seen, and the rivers have swept away the tears of heroes!
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PS: Update is coming.
This chapter was written with tears in my eyes. The victory of the Anti-Japanese War was hard-won and was earned by countless ancestors who sacrificed their lives and blood. The integrity of the land of China was also purchased by our ancestors with their lives. Forgive the little devil? That's God's business.
Thanks to Qidian book friend James Leggeshen for the 700-point reward!
