"Baka, don't panic!"
The close combat skills that the Japanese were proud of had become weak at this time. The mobilized soldiers who were mixed in between them were too lazy to hang their guns in front of them. They all carried them on their backs, like cheetahs charging into a flock of sheep. The bayonet in their hands flew up and down, and blood flashed.
"Fight back! Stab one out of ten of them and leave them behind!”
A military officer jumped up and shouted. Then, a tall figure ran past him, and a cold light flashed.
Puchi!
"Um…"
The officer held his intestines in pain and took two steps back.
The knife had stabbed into his heart, and he had even been dragged down. His stomach had been cut open like a fish, and his intestines were flowing out.
"But…damn it…"
He looked down at his intestines, which were still bleeding. The cold officer closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
"Fight back!"
The officer's words cheered the Japanese up, but it was useless. The Japanese held their Type 38 rifles and wanted to go back, but their enemies were so close to their noses that their long rifles and katana became a burden again.
They waved their Type 38 rifles and samurai swords in vain, but their opponents did not tangle at all. They quickly ran to a close distance where their weapons could not be used at all, then stabbed or cut with the military knives in their hands, and left in one blow.
Only a bunch of Japanese who would not die or live for a while after being stabbed were left. They held their intestines and covered their slit throats, cursing and wailing as they died.
"Retreat, speed up!"
Under the pursuit of the mobilized soldiers, the chaotic devils jumped into the river one after another.
The speed of people moving in the water was naturally slow. The entire river was crowded with people as if it was a big pot of dumplings.
" Haiyaku, go ashore!!"
Looking at the burly demons who were still bleeding from the sharp blades in their hands, the devils who had jumped into the river cried out in shock.
Puchi puchi puchi…
Like a disaster movie, the sound of sharp blades cutting into one's body could be heard continuously.
The originally clear river suddenly turned scarlet, with all kinds of intestines, internal organs, and dismembered corpses floating in it.
"Sir, the rear troops are completely destroyed. The 13th Regiment has been infiltrated by them and we can't save them!”
Yoshizumi, who had escaped the river in a sorry state, immediately received a report that made him despair.
Behind them, the screams and wails did not stop. The so-called loyal and brave locust army was now worse than locusts. They had degenerated into a group of lambs that only knew how to run for their lives.
There was no bloody bayonet battle, nor was there an exciting scene of the heroic grenade being pulled and the enemy dying together. The Japanese just ran with the flow, looking at the mobilized soldiers in the middle of them blankly, and then waiting for their own knife.
The bayonet couldn't reach him, the samurai sword couldn't reach him, and even if he threw away his rifle and used the bayonet to fight with his life, he wouldn't be able to win.
Some of the devils who resisted desperately could not even touch the corner of the mobilized soldiers 'clothes and were seen as threats. The priority targets were killed.
"Ahhhhh, I'll fight it out with you!”
A Japanese soldier with a crooked machine gun pulled the trigger and started shooting around, not caring if there were any of his own people.
"Ah ~ Baka!"
In an instant, more than ten of his men were taken down by this mad Machine Gunner.
Puchi!
A military knife flew over and stabbed into his forehead along the bottom edge of the helmet.
"Um…"
The ghost immediately smiled as if he was relieved. His eyelids rolled back and he fell to the ground dead.
"Pull the Glorious Bullet!"
A captain who was running with red eyes saw this scene and went crazy in humiliation. He took out a grenade and was about to pull the pin when a burly figure ran past him. With a pfft, his hand fell to the ground along with the grenade.
"Hiss…"
The Company Leader sucked in a breath of cold air. Before he could shout, his head flew off again.
" Kesuo, I'm not running anymore. I'm going to fight too…Uh…"
Another Japanese soldier wanted to follow suit, but before he could pull out a grenade, his throat was cut.
"Should we send more reinforcements to support the 13th Regiment?”An aide asked.
If they allowed the 13th division to fall, then Yoshizumi Ryosuke, who was leading the group, would have to bear the blame.
"Forget it. Let's escape first. Now is not the time to care about personal career.”"Gather the troops crossing the river and retreat quickly!" Yoshizumi said helplessly.”
"Hey!"
Yoshizumi Ryosuke's order was difficult because adding the 13th Regiment meant that half of the troops that had come out had already been lost.
The remaining 30,000 Japanese soldiers ran towards the convoy in a state of panic.
"Baka, we've been left behind!"
" Stop fighting, we surrender. We…uh…"
At this time, the war of aggression had just begun. The Japanese had not yet formed a personal grudge with all the Chinese troops. The two sides had not yet reached the stage of bloody revenge 40 years later. Naturally, the Japanese did not fight to the end and began to beg for mercy.
However, the Red Guards did not care. Unless Li Mo gave the order, they would kill the Japanese no matter what they said.
"Surrender? I don't have that many people to look after the captives.”Li Mo shook his head helplessly.
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