Zhu Tang, the brigade commander of the 62nd Brigade, stood straight in the command center with a pair of binoculars in his hand. A group of officers stood behind him.
The Japanese continued to send troops and firepower to the battlefield, which was far beyond their previous plans.
After a round of artillery fire, dozens of tanks climbed up from the side of the road. They fired as they advanced. Behind the tanks were a large group of Japanese soldiers who were bent over with their guns raised.
As he counted the number of tanks, suddenly, a few black shadows entered Zhu Tang's sight.
There were a few soldiers, each of them rushing out from the smoke after the tank's bombardment. There was a row of grenades tied to their waists.。
The Japanese in the tank and the Japanese behind the tank also saw who it was. They turned their machine guns and fired at them!
Soon, a few soldiers fell down one after another. When they fell, their hands were still on the fuse.
The tanks fired from time to time, and the machine guns spat out tongues of fire.
It was unknown if it was intentional or not, but the Japanese pilot deliberately headed towards the place where the soldier's body was.
As soon as he reached a soldier, the soldier who had fallen down suddenly flipped over and rushed up before the tank could reach him. When he rushed up, he even pulled the grenade at his waist.
A burst of green smoke rose, followed by a loud bang!
Immediately after, two more warriors rushed over. When the firepower was concentrated, he would jump to dodge, and when the firepower weakened, he would get up and charge again.
Soon, the tanks arrived. Some soldiers were hit and could no longer stand up. Some soldiers pulled the fuse with their last breath and were enveloped by a ball of fire.
Seeing this scene, even Zhu Tang, who had been through hundreds of battles, had tears in his eyes. It was soul-stirring! He was impassioned!
Not long after, an order was given to the entire brigade.
Concentrate all the heavy artillery and fire at the enemy without caring about anything. We must delay the enemy's tanks and cannons!
Following the sound of the horn, the soldiers of the brigade and some of the supporting troops began to counterattack. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with fireworks and killing sounds.
"Brother, which part?" Ye Fan grabbed a Central Army soldier beside him and asked.
"36th Division, damn, the Japanese are really fierce. Actually, I'm here to deliver documents, not to provide support.”The warrior who was caught by Ye Fan said.
"Brothers, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on.”the man said again.
Ye Fan smiled and said,"I can hold on."”
"Brother, can you help me bring him to the rear?”Then, Ye Fan approached the person and whispered.
The other party frowned, as if he was a little unwilling. When Ye Fan saw this, he spoke again,"Brother, he's only in his teens. You have to save him.”
Lu Cheng also ran over and grabbed something from his pocket and stuffed it into the man's hand. The man saw that it was two yuan!
The Central Army hesitated for a moment before returning the ocean to Lu Cheng.""I can't take this money. If I take it, I'll be struck by lightning. How about this? I'll bring him back. However,"
Ye Fan was delighted and quickly said,"It's fine. Life and death are famous. Whether he can live or not depends on his luck.”
At this moment, Stone woke up in a daze, and a stream of tears flowed down unconsciously.
At this time, Ye Fan took the flag and shouted,"Brothers, kill them. Kill these Japanese.”
Under the dense artillery fire of the Japanese army, Ye Fan and the others rushed out until they killed their way into the Japanese.
He saw the skinny Er Mao Zi slashing a Japanese's neck with a large knife. When the knife was pulled out, Er Mao Zi's face was covered in blood.
In the next moment, a shiny bayonet pierced through his back, bringing with it dark red blood.
Er Mao Zi looked down. At this time, the Japanese guy was stirring around, but Er Mao Zi didn't make a sound.
Suddenly, Er Mao Zi let out a strange laugh, pulled out a grenade, and used the last of his strength to pounce on a group of Japanese.
"Little Japanese, your grandfather's name is Wang Ermao!”
Bang!
With a loud bang, Er Mao disappeared from the camp.”
The tragic battle continued. There were corpses everywhere above, and no one cared about anyone else. Ye Fan was alone in front, with a long spear in his right hand and a large saber in his left hand.
In every hand-to-hand battle, there were always the most people surrounding Ye Fan. Every time, Ye Fan killed the most!
After the battle, Ye Fan quietly looked at this huge trench. How many of them were piled up by the corpses of his brothers!
(I've already offered you some free flowers and tickets. Can you give me some?) He felt that there were too few evaluation votes! Well, the Battle of Songhu was about to end. Ye Fan and the others lasted for seven days. Then, it would be the later part. It wouldn't be so tragic. After all, the Battle of Songhu needed to respect historical facts!）
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