Battalion Commander Zhang Maocai
5 Fierce Battle 4

The battle was getting more and more intense. Other than cannons, machine guns, high-barrel cannons, box guns, and some cold weapons, the soldiers in Zhang Maocai's camp were starting to fight with the Japanese.

Some of the soldiers 'shouts started to mix together.

[Damn those Japanese!!]

[F * ck the Japanese! Little Japanese!]

The two sides began to engage in an intense battle of blades. Some soldiers from the 29th Battalion blew the charge horn. Zhang Maocai and the other soldiers from the enemy and the enemy began to flood towards each other. The blue and light green uniforms of the soldiers from both sides were mixed together. Blood splattered out like a fountain. From time to time, there was the dull sound of flesh being entangled, as well as a mixture of groans and roars, as well as the wails of the Japanese.

At this moment, one of the wounded in the hole in the wall said," The battle ahead has given some teams a chance to take a breather.] Ge Lingyi wiped the sweat off his head. He was an intelligence soldier, but he was injured when he came through the artillery fire to report the situation. If the medical staff hadn't found him and carried him over, he would probably have died on the battlefield. Ge Lingyi looked in the direction of Zhang Maocai and the others. She would hide in a corner and use the flowing light on them so that they would have more energy to continue to fight against the Japanese.

Zhang Maocai silently took the cannonball from a soldier and aimed it at a truck that was much larger than the previous one. He fired at the front of the truck. The truck happened to be somewhere on the curve. The front of the car spun out of control after being hit. The truck began to roll down the side of the slope. The bus full of Japanese soldiers somersaulted out of the bus, and some of the people were already unable to breathe.

From time to time, some transport teams would provide Zhang Maocai and the battalions fighting here with some medicine, bandages, and compressed biscuits. It was the same for Ge Lingyi. The rest were sent to the front lines.

Another group of Japanese planes began to roar as they flew over. The shells fell on the surrounding ground, and it was very likely that they would drop kerosene bombs. The little birds summoned by Zhang Maocai flew over again and crashed into them before they could do anything. Wang Shagan's Japanese plane was blown to pieces by a Japanese pilot's bomb. Wang Chunbao managed to escape in time by crawling out of the ground. However, his soft cheeks were burnt to ashes. Wang Chunbao's eyes were cold as he gently wiped them with his palm.

At this moment, Zhang Maocai pulled out the four-pound Ghost Head Blade on his back and led his brothers behind him to charge into the crowd of people who were fighting. As the two sides fought, the World Fire Trees around them roared, and the wilderness suddenly became desolate.

Niu Guangliang and a few of his brothers went forward and pushed some of the falling parts of the plane that would explode into the pile of mud. After the explosion, some of the cracked rocks rolled towards the big truck that came to reinforce the Japanese troops again. This path was also blocked by the rocks. This time, a tight defense line was established. Li Mingshu, Ma Yangmin, Yang Qingyi, and the others had gone up because of Niu Guangliang and his brothers. Jin Zhemin and Yin Yuanshuo poked their heads out of Niu Guangliang and their brothers to observe the situation. The surrounding world was filled with thick smoke and ash, like a huge ferocious beast. From time to time, the corpses of Japanese soldiers and brothers were mixed in the truck. But at this moment, someone shouted,"[The Japanese's missiles are going to blast our wall. They're going to the rear!]!]

The rear position! Isn't that where Ge Lingyi and the others are? Zhang Maocai's expression did not change much when he heard the situation, but the atmosphere was tense and uneasy. However, the missile hit the right wing of a flying Japanese plane. The pilot of the plane, who had been arrogant for many years, was blasted away by another strike. The Japanese jumped out of the plane, and the wreckage of the plane landed on the 29th division's position, exploding with a loud bang. A few soldiers were sent flying. However, when someone got up with a face full of dust, he felt that the plane was really dead and wanted to take a few of them with him. However, two of them were indeed taken.

[What happened?] Some of the soldiers were confused.

[Why would the Japanese make the mistake of attacking their own people?] While the soldiers were whispering to each other, they didn't know that Wang Chunbao was holding a radio wave missile interference system that he had taken from the cabin.

[Okay, that's it.] Zhang Maocai seemed to have understood something, and his lips curled into a slight smile. The people who had originally gotten off the truck did not even have time to rest. Under the urging of a soldier, they went to the place where Zhang Maocai and his brothers were fighting the Japanese.

Other than the weapons of the Japanese, everyone had not even taken off their sweat-soaked and dirty military uniforms. The wounded who were slightly injured stood up and sprinted again. Zhang Maocai waved his hand and another company of brothers followed closely behind.

The battle of the bayonet continued until the evening. In the end, our side and the surrounded enemies won with the advantage of numbers. Zhang Maocai wiped his face that had turned black and dusty. His body and face were covered in blood. The battle had ended. The corpses of the Japanese and our side fell at the feet of the living brothers. Light black smoke drifted behind him, and only the lonely sound of the horn could be heard. When Wang Amao was hiding in the bushes or somewhere to ambush the Japanese soldiers, his shots were accurate, but they almost made the brothers who were fighting with the Japanese soldiers suffer.

Other than a few regiments that were unable to retreat and had all died, there were already too many troops that had retreated. After tonight, Zhang Maocai received news that all the people would quickly evacuate from here after tonight, one day earlier than tomorrow. Zhang Mao Cai's battalion had lost more than 350 brothers in this fierce battle. Li Mingshu and Yang Qingyi, who were on the stretcher, were being taken care of and rested by the medical staff in the hole in the wall. Ma Yangmin sat on the ground and looked at them with her head turned to the side. One of her arms was wrapped in bandages.

At this moment, Zhang Maocai's tall and slender figure in a white shirt and blue military uniform was wrapped around his waist. It matched the round and lonely moon that rose behind him. In the blood-red sunset clouds, the sky was black and blue. A few scattered stars appeared.

The people here could all survive.

Hirai sat in the room, sipping sake from a small bottle and listening to the melodious shamisen music. There was a flower branch in the bottle.

On this night, he wore a coat with a thicker belt. He recalled what had happened earlier and looked at his slender and soft palm.

A few hours ago, a man wearing a military cap and a tuft of black beard under his nose came over. He was also wearing a kimono. He said that he wanted to discuss the strategy of the 29th Chinese Army with Seiji, which was related to the war with the Japanese Empire. When the man's wife wanted to stop him, she was scolded rudely. His wife lowered her head and did not refute.

However, only half an hour later, the man grabbed Hirai's cheek with his palm and turned over his slender shoulders and body. Hirai continued to discuss the topic with the man as usual.

The butterfly flew away, slowly leaving and then returning.

The pony suddenly felt something pointing at him in the middle of the night. It quickly twisted its head and scratched its head. It was a pair of eyes that he was already familiar with.

At this moment, Hirai was thinking,'These soldiers from China are far more interesting than these people.]

On the way back the next day, the large group of people began to carry stretchers or march. The sky had just brightened. Zhang Maocai walked in front and carried a heavily injured man on a stretcher with his hands behind him.

After walking for a few hours, some rustling sounds began to ring out from the bushes. Zhang Maocai subconsciously turned his head. At this moment, the surrounding world lit up with torches. A large group of bandits surrounded the army. Compared to before, the teams were scattered. This group of bandits wanted to take advantage of the situation.

This was the reality that the soldiers of the old-fashioned era had to face. Not only did they have to deal with the bullying and invasion of foreign powers, but they also had to face such internal conflicts.

——Fin——

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