Although the Fengtian City South Train Station was still brightly lit under the night sky, there were not many Japanese inside. In order to take down the entire Fengtian City and occupy the northeast, the Guandong Army had mobilized almost all their troops, leaving only a garrison squadron wandering around.
"Ta! Ta! Ta!" She didn't notice that a group of shadows were rapidly approaching the station entrance under the night sky.
A few minutes later, looking at the modern buildings in front of him, a stern look flashed across Feng Yong's face. He said coldly,"Bayonet!"
Then, a soldier at the side immediately handed him a sharp bayonet.”He quickly loaded the Liao-13 rifle in his hand.
As a fan of bayonet warfare, the Japanese had specially developed the Type 38 rifle. The body of the rifle was considered long among all the rifles in the world. With the bayonet installed, even the Mauser rifle was not as long as it. As the saying went, an inch longer was an inch stronger. Therefore, they had a great advantage in the fight.
In order to deal with the upcoming flesh-to-flesh fight, Feng Yong specially took the Liao Thirteen, a combination of the Northeast Army's standard rifle, Mauser, and 38th rifle, and prepared to fight the Japanese.
"Everyone, fix your bayonet!"
With a furious shout, nearly two thousand soldiers from the two battalions of the Northeast Army drew their bayonet. In an instant, the light of sabers flashed everywhere, and killing intent soared into the sky. The bayonet was like a forest, and everyone's expression was solemn as they stared straight ahead.
Feng Yong raised the steel spear in his hand and immediately roared,"Attack!" Suddenly, a figure rushed out.
"Kill! Kill all these Japanese!" Zhang Dabiao followed closely behind, shouting loudly.
Just like that, Feng Yong, the protagonist, led the remaining 180 men of the Guard Battalion to act as sharp knives. Nearly 2,000 soldiers shouted," Kill the Japanese!" They followed behind the commander like a tide and charged towards the train station. The entire night was swept by their roars.
At this moment, Feng Yong's blood was boiling. Tonight was no longer the night of suffering in the northeast, but the first step of the rise of the northeast. They would march on the military steps and hold their daggers, bidding farewell to their former weak and rotten selves. The two thousand hot-blooded men standing behind him would become the Japanese's eternal nightmare.
In fact, the Northeast Army was just like the 400 million Chinese people, just like them. They were all men with unyielding bones, and they held the country in their hearts. The reason why they were labeled as cowards and cowards was mostly because their commander was a coward. Which soldier didn't have a red heart?
The 7th Brigade of the Northeast Army, which was stationed in the capital of Fengtian, happened to meet Feng Yong, who had led them to fame. They had effortlessly wiped out the main force of the 29th regiment of the Kwantung Army. This made everyone's blood boil.
Feng Yong, a young master with tender skin, took the lead and led them out of the North Camp and out of Fengtian. They launched an attack on the Japanese's territory, trying to cut off the enemy's retreat.
In a word, he was awesome!
All of a sudden, all the soldiers of the Northeast Army felt like their little universe was exploding. Something that had been sleeping in their hearts for many years had been awakened. They felt like they were burning crazily. Their blood was boiling, and they would not be able to calm down without killing a few Japanese.
"Charge!"
As a descendant of China, Feng Yong released the hatred that had accumulated in his heart for hundreds of years. From September 18th to July 7th, and then to the Battle of Songhu, the resentment formed by the deaths of tens of millions of people was released without reservation.
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At the entrance of the train station, Jiro Koizumi looked at the moon hanging high in the night sky. My wife! I miss you!
It had been almost two years since he left Japan, but he had not returned home even once. He had almost forgotten how his wife felt. Sigh! He could only hope that the Japanese Empire could quickly occupy Manchuria and build a paradise for the emperor. That way, he could return home.
However, Manchuria was really a treasure trove. The flower girls were very nice. Everything they ate and drank was free. It was much better than eating wild vegetable dumplings at home.
Just as he was lost in his thoughts, a series of low footsteps suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Jiro Koizumi turned around and saw a group of dark figures appear in front of him.
"Enemy…"
Before he could finish, a cold light flashed and blood spurted out. Jiro Koizumi pointed at the figure in front of him and covered his throat with an unwilling expression.”He fell to the ground.
"Baka Yalu!"
At this moment, the Japanese inside happened to see Feng Yong's movements. He was instantly enraged. He pointed the Type 38 rifle in his hand forward and tried to stab him in the gut. However, he did not expect Feng Yong to advance instead of retreating. Just as he was about to touch the bayonet, he slipped.”Bu Fang pushed away the Japanese's bayonet, and with a roar, he swung the gun horizontally.
"Bang!"
The body of the Liao Type 13 rifle was made of high-quality wooden ties painted with tung oil. It was extremely hard and instantly broke the Japanese's bayonet.
"Bang!" At this moment, it was too fast! Feng Yong didn't say a word. He went up and shot, instantly killing the Japanese.
After dealing with the sentry post, he was covered in blood under the dark night. His face was ferocious as he shouted angrily behind him,"Kill without mercy!"”
He pointed his steel spear at the two red-eyed northeastern soldiers and charged in like a tidal wave, drowning all the Japanese inside. Gunshots and screams could be heard without end.
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