Zhao Ting had killed the Japanese Machine Gunners, Grenadiers, and now the Japanese Commander.
Just now, on this line of defense, several places had been broken through by the Japanese and had fallen into a hand-to-hand battle.
Battalion Commander Wang Hai saw that the Japanese soldiers were constantly rushing into the position through the gap. There were several places where they were fighting hand-to-hand. He was very anxious and knew that this position might not be able to hold on. He was about to let his brothers fix their bayonet and prepare to fight to the death.
"Battalion Commander, look! The Japanese's machine guns have misfired!"
"The Japanese Grenadiers have also been taken out!”
At this moment, one of the soldiers pointed at a spot not far away and shouted in surprise. Battalion Commander Wang Hai looked in the direction of the soldier's finger and saw that a few of the Japanese's machine guns had indeed misfired. The Grenadier had also fallen into a pool of blood. The pressure on them was instantly reduced.
"It's Platoon Leader Zhao, Platoon Leader Zhao is killing the Japanese Machine Gunners and Grenadiers!”
Soon, someone noticed Zhao Ting, who was constantly dodging and changing positions, killing the Japanese Machine Gunners, Grenadiers, and commanders.
Zhao Ting was so focused on dealing with the Japanese that he didn't realize that Battalion Commander Wang Hai and the others had already noticed him.
Now that Zhao Ting had done this, the Japanese had lost more than half of their firepower and lost their command system.
The Japanese were well-trained. After the commander died, the next level of the Japanese officer would automatically take over the command.
Unfortunately, after a few lieutenants were killed by Zhao Ting, the Japanese captain who took over the command no longer dared to show his face.
"Retreat, retreat!"
The last squad leader who took over the command judged the situation and decisively ordered a retreat.
The Japanese soldiers who were charging at Zhao Ting's camp with their bayonet didn't want to fight anymore, turning around and running.
"Brothers, fix the bayonet!"
Battalion Commander Wang Hai had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield. When he saw that the ghost was trying to escape, he immediately raised a large knife and roared.
With a swooshing sound, a forest of blades was erected behind the bunker. Under Battalion Commander Wang Hai's roar, the Chinese soldiers with blades launched a counterattack against the Japanese soldiers like ferocious tigers descending the mountain.
In the past, the machine guns on the back of the Japanese soldiers would be responsible for covering them, and the Japanese infantry could retreat calmly.
Unfortunately, most of the Machine Gunners had been killed by Zhao Ting. The Japanese infantry had lost the cover of their machine guns and their backs were exposed.
On a battlefield of life and death, exposing one's back to the enemy was rather dangerous and foolish.
The Japanese infantry, who were used to the cover of machine guns, ran back instinctively. They did not notice that their machine gunner had already been killed.
"Kill!"
The Chinese soldiers, who had been suppressed by the Japanese soldiers, charged forward with killing intent.
The Japanese were so focused on retreating that they thought they had machine guns to cover them. They did not care about the Chinese soldiers chasing after them. However, when the Chinese soldiers caught up to them, they realized that their machine guns did not even sound.
"Puchi!"
Battalion Commander Wang Hai carried a large knife and chased after them from behind. With one slash, he beheaded one of the soldiers.
The bloody head of the Japanese soldier rolled to the ground like a ball, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.
"Hoho!"
Meanwhile, the rest of the Chinese soldiers were also charging at the Japanese soldiers. Their sharp bayonet pierced through the hearts of the Japanese soldiers, causing them to fall to the ground.
Some of the Japanese soldiers who had lost their commander wanted to turn around and fight, while others quickly retreated back to their positions.
Soon, the Japanese soldiers who wanted to turn around and block the Chinese soldiers were drowned by their comrades who rushed forward. There were many bloody corpses on the ground.
Zhao Ting did not chase after him. Instead, he raised the 79 rifle in his hand and fired.
Following the dull sounds of gunshots, at least five or six more Japanese soldiers were knocked to the ground by Zhao Ting.
Battalion Commander Wang Hai took the lead and charged forward. An old ghost was chased by him and turned around to fight with Wang Hai.
This old ghost was very strong. Wang Hai had just killed a few ghosts and was already a little exhausted. He was caught off guard and was actually not a match for this old ghost.
Battalion Commander Wang Hai was kicked to the ground by the old devil, and then he raised the bayonet in his hand high and was about to stab it.
"Puff!"
At this moment, a bullet suddenly hit the old man's cheek, creating a fist-sized bloody hole.
The old ghost swayed and soon collapsed to the ground. The bayonet in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Battalion Commander Wang Hai, who was in a cold sweat, hurriedly got up and gave the old man a stab. He looked in the direction of the bullet that saved him. Zhao Ting was standing alone in the camp, raising his gun and shooting.
"Stop the pursuit and retreat to the camp!"
Wang Hai glanced at Zhao Ting, then turned to look at the soldiers who were about to catch up to the Japanese soldiers and ordered them to retreat.
The soldiers who chased after the Japanese soldiers also knew that the defense of the Japanese soldiers was tight. They would not be able to gain any advantage if they rushed forward, so they stopped chasing.
The retreating soldiers ran as they picked up the injured brothers and picked up the rifles and bullets of the Japanese corpses on the ground.
Soon, the soldiers who had chased after them all returned to the camp. The battle had ended. The Japanese had left more than 80 corpses in front of the camp. It could be said that they had suffered heavy losses.
Not only did the devils fail to take down Zhao Ting's position, but they also suffered heavy losses.
When the soldiers guarding the camp returned, their faces were filled with excitement. It had been a long time since they had fought such a good battle.
They had been suppressed by the Japanese all this while, and they had finally vented their anger.
"Platoon leader, you're really good. If you hadn't taken out the Japanese Machine Gunners and Grenadiers, we wouldn't have been able to hold our position.”
The skinny Old Wang had also picked up a few of the Japanese's Type 38 rifles. He was covered in blood and looked at Zhao Ting with admiration.
"Platoon leader, your marksmanship is so good. Why didn't I realize it before? Why don't you teach me how to shoot?”A young soldier came up to him and said enviously.
"If you hadn't fired just now, I would have been stabbed to death by the Japanese. You saved my life, so my life will be yours in the future!”
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Zhao Ting's display of power on the battlefield could be said to have played a key role. The remaining 20 or so soldiers in the platoon could be said to be grateful and worshiped by Zhao Ting.
If not for Zhao Ting, they might have already become cold corpses on the ground.
"Everyone, retreat to the back first. The Japanese have suffered a loss and will definitely retaliate with artillery.”
Zhao Ting enjoyed the admiration in the eyes of the soldiers. He realized that saving people was also a pleasant thing.
"Yes, yes, let's retreat to the back.”
Under Old Wang's urging, the soldiers took their spoils of war and hurriedly left the first line of trenches to retreat to the second line of defense.
Just as Zhao Ting and the others were about to retreat, Battalion Commander Wang Hai's messenger arrived.
"Retreat to the second defense and defend against the cannons!"
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