The fields and mountains in winter were especially empty. The northwest wind blew into the mountains of northwest Shanxi, whistling sharply between the peaks and valleys, as if it had frozen and cracked the exposed rocks. The people who were outdoors were smoking as if they had a pipe in their mouth.
Li Yunlong ordered the scattered companies to carry out assassination training. There was nothing they could do about it. The troops lacked warm clothes, and if they did not move, they would freeze to death. Some companies only had one or two cotton-padded clothes, which only sentries could wear. Li Yunlong believed that instead of letting the troops jump around in the cold, it was better to practice assassination. It would not only make them sweat but also improve their combat quality.
Zhao Gang, who was only wearing a single layer of clothing, fell ill from the cold and had a high fever of 39 degrees. Li Yunlong loved to curse whenever he was worried. He cursed the heavens, the earth, the northwest wind, and the Japanese. He cursed the ancestors of the gods and the Japanese. Zhao Gang woke up from his coma and saw Li Yunlong cursing. He apologized,"Old Li, the burden of my illness is all on you. My body is too disappointing. Otherwise, why would you say that I'm a useless scholar?”
Li Yun Long glared at him. Who didn't have a headache? Why were scholars useless? When I was young, my father told me that I can be disrespectful to anyone in this life, but I can't be disrespectful to a scholar. That's a literary star, not an ordinary person. In our village, my family isn't the poorest. We have two acres of land. When the year is good, we can have enough to eat. My father said that even if I die of poverty in this life, I have to study. The whole family saved money to send me to study at the private school. Unfortunately, I only studied for three years and it was a disaster. I didn't even have enough to eat. How could I afford to study? I only learned the Three Character Classic and Hundred Family Names. If you hadn't taught me these days, wouldn't my brain still be a pot of paste? I, Li Yunlong, have burned incense in my past life. Shouldn't I be worshipping a great intellectual like you like a Bodhisattva?”
Zhao Gang cursed weakly," You f * cking don't flatter me…"
"Look, look, you're a great intellectual, but you've also learned how to curse. You didn't learn it from me, did you?”
Zhao Gang opened his eyes and said,"We have to think of something. If this continues, we'll be trapped to death." The cotton clothes were a small matter. The most serious problem was the ammunition. With less than five bullets per person, a small-scale battle would be impossible.”
Li Yunlong grabbed Zhao Gang's notebook and was about to tear up the paper to roll a cigarette.
"Don't touch my notebook. You've almost ripped it clean." Zhao Gang protested.”
Li Yunlong snorted." You're so stingy. You treat a broken notebook like a treasure. I'll give you a new one in a few days. It's Japanese."”
Zhao Gang's eyes lit up." I know you're thinking about the Japanese transport team again. Tell me, how are you going to fight this war?"”
"Gather the 1st Battalion first, with the 1st Battalion as the leader. Then, he would add the core members of the other battalions into the first battalion to form a reinforced battalion. According to the reconnaissance report, the transport team of the Japanese is usually a small team. If I take a reinforced battalion to fight against a small team, it should be no problem for me to have a 10:1 ratio. Old Zhao, tell me, how should we fight this battle?”Li Yunlong kept them in suspense.
"I know you're testing me." If I say it, you won't have anything to do with being the regiment commander. If I become the regiment commander, can you be the political commissar? Alright, just take it that our regiment doesn't have a regiment commander now. I'll temporarily act as the regiment commander to organize this ambush. First, our weakness is our firepower and lack of ammunition. In terms of military strength, we are 10:1 with the Japanese army. In terms of firepower, we might not even be 1:20 with the Japanese army. Under such strong firepower, even the entire Independent Regiment would be nothing more than a bunch of live targets, let alone a reinforced battalion. At Pingxing Pass, the 115th Division used all its strength to launch a sudden attack on the defenseless Japanese army with sufficient ammunition and extremely favorable terrain. The regular field army was only tied with the second-rate supply troops, and the casualty ratio was 1:1. "Compared to the Battle of Pingxing Pass, we don't have the capital of the 115th Division back then. If we didn't plan well, we would have lost a lot…"
Li Yunlong slammed the table and laughed." Good job, Zhao Gang. It seems that I won't be able to hold this position for long. Have you been eyeing this position for a long time?"”
Zhao Gang followed his train of thought and continued,"Actually, I already thought of it when you arranged the assassination training for the troops. Looking at the subjects you arranged, one-on-one, one-on-three, I guessed that you planned to fight a proper hand-to-hand battle at the right time and the right terrain. The Japanese army was good at hand-to-hand combat, and assassination training was the most important in individual training. Their " Infantry Code of Practice " had a more mechanical rule that the bullets in the gun had to be removed before engaging in a hand-to-hand battle. It was said that they were most disgusted by the Eighth Route Army shooting in a hand-to-hand battle, believing that it was detrimental to the honor of a regular army. I guess you want to prove that the assassination skills and courage of the Eighth Route Army are not inferior to the Japanese soldiers.”
"Yes, I think so." Li Yunlong nodded. In fact, from the perspective of Chinese martial arts, the Japanese infantry's assassination techniques were not presentable at all. When it comes to cold weapons, the people of the Celestial Dynasty are the ancestors. In this assassination training, more than a hundred soldiers in the entire regiment had practiced martial arts before. They had incorporated the routine of using the red-tasseled spear into the assassination training. Not only did they pay attention to the lethality of the bayonet and the butt of the gun, but they also paid attention to the use of leg techniques in martial arts. The monk had even more underhanded tricks. He designed a knife that could be placed on the tip of his foot. When he kicked it out, the knife would kill him. In the past, people in the martial arts world would look down on people who used hidden weapons like this. But now, there was no need to be so particular when dealing with the Japanese. Zhang Dabiao, the 2nd Company Commander of the 1st Battalion, came to me last time and said that the 2nd Company didn't plan to practice assassination, but rather practice machetes. I just remembered that this kid used to be a platoon leader in Song Zheyuan's 29th Division's broadsword squad and knew some saber techniques. I said okay, as long as you don't use bullets, you can kill the Japanese. You can even use the old lady's awl scissors. I didn't expect that as soon as I said yes, Erlian would take out more than a hundred machetes like a magic trick. After a long time, they had already prepared them.”
Zhao Gang continued," Second, choosing the terrain is the key. First of all, we need a reinforced battalion that can quickly spread out from a hidden location. Before the Japanese army has time to organize a counterattack, we need to rush up at lightning speed to fight with the enemy. The premise of this tactic was to shorten the charging distance as much as possible. It would be best if it was limited to 50 meters. That way, they would be able to charge up within a minute. Once they were entangled with the enemy, they would have no choice but to fight with their daggers.”
Li Yunlong beamed and said," You see, a complete battle plan has already come out. Old Zhao, do a good deed."
Where should I choose the ambush location?”
Zhao Gang teased," Come on, don't be so humble. This is your battle plan. I'm just saying it for you." Don't keep me in suspense. A few days ago, when you brought the monk to wander around Wild Wolf Valley, I knew what you wanted to do. That place is not bad. I think we should do it in Wild Wolf Valley.”
Li Yunlong shouted,"The one who knows me is Zhao Gang."”
"But I have to remind you, what if the information is wrong and the Japanese are not a small team, but a squadron or a brigade?”
Li Yunlong said," In ancient times, swordsmen and masters met on a narrow road. Assuming that the opponent was the best swordsman in the world, what would you do if you knew you were no match for him?" Do you want to turn around and escape or beg for mercy?"
"Of course you can't back down. Otherwise, why would you be a swordsman?”
"That's right. Even if you know you're going to die, you still have to unsheathe your sword. This is called unsheathing your sword. If you don't have the courage, don't be a swordsman. It was not embarrassing to fall under the opponent's sword. It was called glory despite defeat. If you did not dare to draw your sword, you could forget about mixing in the martial arts world in the future. Our Independent Regiment won't be cowards. If the Japanese come with a small team, we'll show our swords. If a large team comes, we'll show our swords too.”
The ground was covered with white snow, dry and hard. The bone-piercing cold wind seemed to freeze people's brains and even their thoughts. Under the attack of the cold, the branches of several lone locust trees by the roadside could be heard cracking, as if their limbs were broken under the bark. Occasionally, a thick branch was blown to the ground by the cold wind and hit the backs of the lurking soldiers.
A reinforced battalion of over 400 soldiers lay motionless in the ditches on both sides of the road. Their bodies were covered with dried grass that they had obtained beforehand. This way, they could not only keep out the cold but also achieve the effect of concealment. Li Yun Long saw that the grass on the side of the road was trembling slightly. He knew that the soldiers in unlined garments were shivering in the cold wind. The troops had been in hiding for three hours. Li Yunlong himself was so cold that his two rows of teeth were chattering non-stop. In his own words, hearing this sound was like firing a machine gun. He said to Zhao Gang, whose face was blue from the cold, in a incoherent voice," Old... Old... Zhao... Look at you... you look like a... a... green faced beast..."
Zhao Gang, who had just recovered from his illness, knew that he would be seriously ill again. However, he insisted on participating in the battle. He could not let others say that the political commissar, who was an intellectual, was a bear egg. He could not even withstand the cold. What kind of political commissar was he? He gritted his teeth and retorted," You…you still f * cking…f * cking say that I…you, you…you look…not much better than me…I look…like a f * cking…frosted…frosted winter melon…"
Li Yunlong still wanted to retort, but his mouth moved for a long time, but he couldn't say a word. He touched his belly through the unlined garment and found that it felt a little wrong. Why was his belly so hard? It was as if his internal organs were all frozen together. He thought to himself, Even if he put on armor, the Japanese's bayonet wouldn't be able to pierce through.
On the hill in front of them?? FJJ ? The sentry sent a signal. They finally arrived. Who knew how many people there were. Regardless, it was the same. They had to go all out. Even if the Japanese sent a small team, they had to go all out. It was better than freezing to death.
The Japanese fleet appeared, and the driver's cabin of the leading car had two crooked machine guns. The carriages were filled with loaded Japanese soldiers wearing yellow tweed coats and leather hats. There were dozens of trucks full of soldiers...
The Japanese trucks were driving very slowly, and the leading vehicles seemed to be cautiously searching forward. The singing of the Japanese soldiers came with the wind.
Under the morning glow, let me look far away,
Unparalleled ups and downs, mountains and rivers,
Our army is strong and strong.
All the people of the alliance are safe and sound,
Full of glory,
The Guandong Army.
……
Zhao Gang, who knew some Japanese, had a change in expression. He said softly,"This is the song of the Kwantung Army. Old Li, the situation has changed. This is not the Japanese troops stationed in Shanxi. There are two squadrons of troops, and the ratio of their strength to ours is almost one to one.”
Li Yunlong stared at the approaching convoy, gritted his teeth and said fiercely,""The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. The enemy has sent his chest to the tip of our bayonet. How can we retract the bayonet?”
Li Yunlong waved his hand, and the monk triggered the mines that had been planted beforehand. With a bang, the first car was blown to pieces. The fragments of the car and the broken limbs of the Japanese soldiers fell from the sky, almost all falling on the hidden soldiers.
The withered grass by the roadside was instantly lifted up, and rows of shiny bayonet appeared. The troops rushed onto the road like a tide. In an instant, the crowd in yellow military uniforms and the crowd in gray military uniforms were entangled.
The well-trained soldiers of the Kwantung Army reacted quickly to the sudden attack. They jumped out of the car, howling, and the sound of the bolt was heard. The yellow bullets jumped out of the barrel and fell to the ground. The well-trained and disciplined Japanese soldiers did not forget to withdraw the bullets according to the Infantry Code of Practice before the hand-to-hand battle. In the blink of an eye, dozens of Japanese soldiers were a little slow and were stabbed by the bayonet of the Independent Regiment.
This was a head-on melee. The two sides 'eyes were bloodshot from the killing. The clanging sound of the bayonet, the muffled sound of the butt hitting the body, the screams of the dying, and the roars of the murderous spirit rang out…
Two Japanese "Zero" fighter jets flew at a low altitude. The Japanese pilots found that the dense crowd on the road below was mixed with gray and yellow. The pilot's hand that was pressing on the machine gun's firing button loosened, and the plane swept past.
According to the decision of the regiment committee before the war, the regiment commander and political commissar should stick to their command positions and were not allowed to participate in a hand-to-hand battle. This rule was actually directed at Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong also solemnly expressed his stance and firmly adhered to the decision of the regiment party committee. However, as soon as the battle started, he and the guard entered a state of excitement. Li Yunlong quickly took off his military uniform, picked up Ghost Head Blade, and rushed forward bare-chested. The regiment commander was half-naked, so the guards naturally had no reason to wear clothes. The monk also threw off his clothes and rushed forward with his red-tasseled spear. Zhao Gang couldn't stop them in time. Seeing that the two of them had already charged into the enemy's formation, he couldn't hold it in any longer. He and his guard, Xiao Zhang, rushed out with their shell guns.
What a chaotic battle. The soldiers 'willpower, courage, and combat skills were perfectly combined. The famous commander of the 115th Division of the Eighth Route Army, the future marshal, once concluded: A troop that dared to fight was a tough troop. The 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, wearing thin summer clothes and facing the biting cold wind, faced the strong enemy with the spirit of breaking the cauldrons and burning the boats. They took the lead in attacking the enemy and carried out a fierce hand-to-hand battle. This was rare on the battlefield of China and Japan at that time.
Li Yunlong's first opponent was a Japanese military officer. Unlike other Japanese soldiers, he didn't make a sound. Instead, he held his bayonet and waited for fatigue. He turned a blind eye to the fierce fighting around him and just stared at Li Yunlong with his dark eyes. The two of them looked at each other and circled around. Perhaps the Japanese military officer was wondering why his opponent was in such a strange position.
Li Yunlong held the blade with both hands. The blade was lowered in front of his left leg. The back of the blade was facing the enemy, but the blade was facing himself, almost close to his left leg. The Japanese military officer could not figure out what was so mysterious about facing the enemy in this position. He was impatient and stabbed Li Yunlong's left rib with all his strength. Li Yunlong did not move, but the knife in his hand quickly rose. With a crack, the heavy back of the knife knocked away the rifle in the Japanese military officer's hand. This was bad. He had achieved two goals with one move. When he raised his knife to knock the rifle away, the blade was already in place…He didn't have time to think. Li Yunlong's blade swung from right to left, from top to bottom, and created a 180-degree kill radius. The sergeant flew two meters away, still glaring at Li Yunlong. Li Yunlong grinned. This Song Zheyuan's saber team from the 29th division was indeed an expert in using sabers. The more powerful the saber technique, the simpler it was. This saber technique was the unique skill of Zhang Dabiao, the commander of the second company, who had once worked in the 29th division's saber team. Li Yunlong had also learned it. This technique was indeed powerful.
Monk Wei, who came from the Shaolin Temple, was not cut out to be a guard. He had long abandoned his responsibility to protect the chief's safety to Java and only cared about killing to his heart's content. His red-tasseled spear had been modified by him. The red tasseled tassel was more than two feet long, and the spear shaft was a white wax shaft with a diameter of two centimeters. This type of weapon had the dual function of a gun and a stick in traditional Chinese martial arts. In the hands of a monk who was proficient in Chinese martial arts, the lethality of this weapon was incomparable to the Type 38 rifle equipped with a bayonet in the hands of the Japanese soldiers.
The Japanese soldiers who advocated cold weapons had sharp eyes. The monk stabbed through two Japanese soldiers as soon as he appeared. They immediately realized that this opponent was not ordinary. Immediately, five Japanese soldiers came up and surrounded him. The five bayonet blades kept stabbing at him like a revolving lantern. He did not even have time to slow down. He suddenly fell on his back. The Japanese soldiers had yet to wake up. The spear in the monk's hand whistled and hit the ground with a 360 gun. Five Japanese soldiers screamed and fell. The strength of the white wax pole was so great that the ankles of the five Japanese soldiers were all broken. The Japanese soldiers outside the circle were shocked and crowded around. The monk stabbed the chest of a Japanese soldier who was lying down. He used the force of the pole jump and jumped into the air. His right foot had already kicked the throat of a Japanese soldier. The hidden weapon on his foot cut the carotid artery of the Japanese soldier. Blood spurted up more than half a foot high with the pressure. The tip of the spear used the weight to nail another Japanese soldier to the ground. The three Japanese soldiers did not dare to act rashly. Back to back, they formed a triangular formation to protect themselves. The monk shook the spear in his hand, and the two-foot-long red tassel swept into the eyes of the two Japanese soldiers facing him like a horsetail whisk. The tip of the spear shook again and pierced through the back of the Japanese soldier's head. The monk was about to deal with the remaining two when he heard two gunshots. The two Japanese soldiers fell to the ground. He looked back and saw Zhao Gang blowing at the muzzle. The monk said unhappily,"Political commissar, can you save some bullets? If you want to fight with the bayonet, don't shoot. Look at how the Japanese know the rules. The bullets have retreated. Don't let the Japanese laugh at us for not following the rules.”
Zhao Gang shot two more Japanese soldiers and said,"Nonsense, why are there so many rules? As long as we can destroy the enemy."
The monk carried the red-tasseled spear and dashed towards the place where the fight was intense. He said sarcastically in a low voice," The political commissar's marksmanship is not bad. Every shot within two to three meters is accurate..."
Although Zhao Gang had participated in many battles, this was the first time he had encountered such a head-on battle. He was obviously not mentally prepared for such a fierce battle. The bloody scene in front of him shocked him. In his opinion, although the Japanese soldiers were generally short, almost every soldier was stout and muscular. Their faces were oily and well-nourished. Whether it was thrusting or blocking, their arms carried a well-trained explosive force. In contrast, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were thin and their faces were malnourished. The disparity in the economic strength of the two countries was reflected in the quality of their individual soldiers, which made Zhao Gang feel heartbroken. However, Zhao Gang also realized that the soldiers of the Independent Regiment were indeed different from other troops. They had a common temperament, which was that they attacked fiercely and decisively. They had the courage to fight their enemies with all their might. Once they attacked with their bayonet, they would kill. They rarely used blocking or other methods to protect themselves. Every move they made was meant to die together with their opponents. Zhao Gang saw that soldiers were constantly stabbed by the enemy's bayonet in the fight. Some soldiers 'abdomen had been cut open by the bayonet, and their purple intestines were hanging outside their bodies, but they still stabbed the bayonet at the enemy. A soldier who had been stabbed more than a dozen times and was badly mutilated could no longer stand up. He was lying on the ground with a machete in his hands. As long as he saw a foot wearing fur shoes, he would chop it off. Two Japanese soldiers who were stabbing each other were caught off guard and their ankles were cut off by him. They fell headfirst. Seeing this, Zhao Gang's eyes were hot and his blood vessels were bulging. He kept shooting at the enemy with the shell gun, and twenty bullets were shot out in an instant. If it wasn't for the experienced guard Xiao Zhang who just happened to knock the shell gun, a Japanese second lieutenant's bayonet would probably have pierced through Zhao Gang's heart. Xiao Zhang emptied his magazine, but before he could change it, a Japanese soldier's bayonet stabbed into his abdomen. At this time, Zhao Gang's shell gun rang again...
The second company commander, Zhang Dabiao, was also a guy who got excited when he smelled blood. He was a soldier with a classical temperament and advocated cold weapons. Song Zheyuan's 29th division was famous for having a machete in each of their hands. Their predecessor, the Northwest Army, had to focus on using machetes for close combat due to their poor equipment. Among the training subjects in the army, saber techniques accounted for a large proportion. In the 29th division, the people who were promoted from soldiers to officers had to be soldiers with outstanding saber skills. During the battle at Xifengkou, Zhang Dabiao, who was a sergeant class leader, chopped off the heads of four Japanese soldiers with a machete and was promoted to platoon leader. During the Lugouqiao Incident in 1937, when fighting for the big iron bridge on the Yongding River, He Jifeng Brigade of the 29th Army and the Kwantung Army engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Zhang Dabiao used a big slash.
The knife cut down nine devils. Later, when the 29th army retreated south, Zhang Dabiao went home to settle his old mother. Who knew that the villages in his hometown were burned by the Japanese army, and his old mother was also burned to death. After burying his mother, Zhang Dabiao stomped his feet and joined the eighth path. From then on, his eyes turned red whenever he saw Japanese.
When the first truck of the Kwantung Army was blown up by the local mine, a Japanese helmet fell from the sky and hit Zhang Dabiao's head. The sharp edge of the helmet opened a hole in his head, and blood flowed down his forehead, covering his eyes. He had been fighting for many years and had never been injured. He had never seen others bleed, but this time, it was his own forehead that was bleeding. He could not help but fly into a rage. He wiped his face with his sleeve and rushed forward with his machete. A Japanese soldier sitting in the driver's seat had just pushed open the door and jumped down. Zhang Dabiao's blade flashed, and the head of the Japanese soldier flew a few meters away. A Japanese soldier had just jumped out of the carriage. Before he could stand firm, Zhang Dabiao slashed down. His right hand and the wooden butt of the Type 38 rifle were cut off and fell into the dust. The Japanese soldier hugged his broken arm and howled in pain. Zhang Dabiao swung his knife horizontally again, and the tip of the knife gently cut across the neck of the Japanese soldier, accurately cutting the carotid artery. Blood spurted out from the broken artery.
Li Yunlong was rushing over with Ghost Head Blade in hand. When he saw this scene, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the rifle whose butt had been cut off. He cursed angrily,"Big Biao, you f * cking prodigal. Such a good spear was destroyed by you. Are you going to chop people or chop the spear?”
Zhang Dabiao raised his knife and pounced on another Japanese. He said apologetically,"I'm sorry, Leader. Why does that damned wrist look like it's made of tofu? I didn't use any strength."
A hand-to-hand battle was like an elimination match in sports. In less than ten minutes, most of the people on both sides had fallen. The survivors were all assassination experts. A Japanese officer wearing a yellow tweed military uniform with the rank of first lieutenant was still fighting like a cornered beast. The lieutenant was a medium-sized man, very strong, fair-skinned, with delicate features. He was very young but unusually brave. With a bayonet, he appeared and disappeared unpredictably. Several Eighth Route Army soldiers surrounded him in the middle, but he was fearless. He shouted and stabbed left and right, attacking repeatedly. Several soldiers were stabbed by him. Li Yunlong was furious. He was about to charge forward with Ghost Head Blade when Zhang Dabiao rushed over and stopped Li Yunlong. He shouted,"" Regiment commander, please give me some face and leave this bastard to me…" His face was flushed red, his blood was boiling, and his eyes were shining. This was the excitement of suddenly meeting an evenly matched opponent. Li Yunlong waved his hand, and Zhang Dabiao looked at the regiment commander gratefully before raising his saber and charging forward.
Zhao Gang ran over from a distance with a shell gun and saw Zhang Dabiao confronting the Japanese lieutenant. He raised his gun and was about to shoot, but Li Yunlong stopped him."Old Zhao, don't shoot. We're using cold weapons today. I, Li Yunlong, can't let the Japanese laugh at us for not following the rules.”
"What rules are you talking about with the Japanese?" Zhao Gang said disdainfully. I think your brain is sick. Time is of the essence. Quickly shoot this devil and clean up the battlefield…"
Li Yunlong stubbornly said," No, there are rules for hand-to-hand combat. I, Li Yunlong, still have to mingle in this area in the future. I can't let the Japanese laugh at my troops for not having the ability to fight with a bayonet. This will damage my reputation." We're fighting one on one now. If Big Biao can't do it, I'll go up. I don't believe this kid has three heads and six arms.”
In a fight between masters, victory and defeat were only a hair's breadth away. Zhang Dabiao and the Japanese lieutenant had already exchanged five or six moves in the blink of an eye. The military uniforms of the two men had been cut into pieces by the blade, and their military uniforms were soaked in blood. Zhang Dabiao's left flank and arm were cut by the bayonet, but the Japanese lieutenant did not take advantage of it. His shoulder and arm were also bleeding, especially his face, which was cut from left to right by the blade. Even his nose was open. The machete and the bayonet collided with sparks and metallic clangs.
Li Yunlong's legs were spread apart as he held Ghost Head Blade with both hands and watched the battle as if nothing had happened. He even commented,""This little Japanese is quite skilled. He has the drive to fight with all his might and is considered a man. I say, Dabiao, are you alright? If you can't do it, then change someone else. Don't f * cking occupy the latrine pit and not defecate.”
Zhang Dabiao swung his machete, creating a white light as he said," Leader, you should rest first. I don't need you to come. I'll play with this kid for a while. I have to let him show some skills before he dies…"
The monk held the red-tasseled spear and urged impatiently,"Hurry up, hurry up. You think you're coaxing a child? This dog only had a few moves. His upper body was protected quite tightly, but his lower body was completely exposed. Big Biao, what was that knife of yours for? Why don't you attack his lower body…"
The monk's voice faded, and Zhang Dabiao dodged the other party's sudden stab. He fell to the ground, and the machete swept across the ground in a fan shape. The Japanese lieutenant suddenly screamed, and his left foot was cut off by the sharp machete. He suddenly lost his support and fell to the ground. Zhang Dabiao turned his wrist like lightning, and the Japanese lieutenant's head and body were separated.
The hand-to-hand battle ended in ten minutes. The field was littered with bloody corpses, like an open-air slaughterhouse. The bodies of more than 300 Kwantung Army soldiers and 300 Eighth Route Army soldiers were still in a fighting position. It was as if time had frozen in an instant, leaving behind these tragic sculptures.
Zhao Gang's guard, Xiao Zhang, was stabbed in the abdomen, and his purple intestines had slipped out of his body. Zhao Gang hugged the dying Xiao Zhang and shouted," Little Zhang, hold on a little longer. You have to hold on…" His tears rolled down in streams, and he was so sad that he couldn't speak.
Li Yunlong looked around the battlefield with a solemn expression. The powerful fighting ability of the Guandong Army soldiers left a deep impression on him. The Japanese lieutenant whose head and body had been separated was lying by the ditch. Li Yunlong said to the monk,""Don't worry about the other corpses, let them collect their own corpses. Don't take off the clothes of this lieutenant, just bury him properly. This dog is a man, he stabbed four of my soldiers.”
The monk glared at him in dissatisfaction." It's too cold to bury our own people. Why should I care?"
"What do you know?" Li Yunlong glared at him. Don't think that you can fight. You're just a monk who has just returned to asceticism. You're not a soldier yet. This kid has guts. I respect a real soldier. Go quickly.”
In this battle, the 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment lost 358 men, leaving only 30 men. The Japanese army lost 371 people and two squadrons were wiped out.
The commander of the Japanese First Army in Shanxi, Shinozuka Yoshio, was playing Go with his subordinates when he got the news. He was shocked speechless at first, then he angrily pulled out his knife and cut the Go board into pieces. He was angry that the poor Eighth Route Army dared to take the lead in attacking the first-class Kwantung Army troops. He vowed to cut off Li Yunlong's head with his knife one day.
The Eighth Route Army headquarters issued a commendation.
In addition to the commendation, the commander of the second battle area of the Kuomingtang army, Yan Xishan, also rewarded Li Yunlong's regiment with 2,000 yuan.
In Chungking, Generalissimo Jiang said to He Yingqin,"Go and check if Commander Li is from Huangpu. Hmm, the military rank should be colonel. The military and political department should consider whether it is possible to promote him to major general of the army.”
He Yingqin said with a bitter smile,"Chairman, the party doesn't recognize military ranks. I heard that the commander of the 120th division gave the lieutenant general's uniform to his groom…"
Li Yunlong sent someone to send Chu Yunfei a Japanese military commanding knife and a pair of military binoculars, and also a letter: Brother Chu, when we met in the county town the day before yesterday, you treated me well. Not only did you drink a big bowl of wine and eat a lot of meat, but you also gave me a gun before you left. I'm a pauper. I touched my whole body, but I couldn't give you anything in return. I'm very worried. As the saying goes, it is impolite not to reciprocate. Although my group has made some gains recently, it is really difficult to give you a small gift. Please accept it. His younger brother Yun Long kowtowed.
Chu Yunfei sent someone to deliver 50,000 rounds of bullets. Brother Yunlong, I heard that your regiment wiped out two squadrons of the Kwantung Army with only one battalion. Not a single enemy officer or soldier escaped. Your regiment's combat effectiveness has become a legend in the second battle area. Once upon a time, Tian Guang praised Jing Ke and said: A man of blood and courage will turn red when he is angry; A man of pulse and courage will turn blue when he is angry; A man of bone and courage will turn white when he is angry. Jing Ke should be a man of divine courage, but his face will not change when he is angry. In my opinion, Brother Yun Long led his troops to attack the enemy with inferior equipment and killed hundreds of enemies. He is really a brave man. I admire him very much…
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