After Zhang Huiyang said this, he no longer hesitated and took the lead to charge out with the big knife on his back. A close combat would definitely be a bloody battle. Infantry charges had always been hand-to-hand battles. At this time, the importance of cold weapons could be deeply reflected. Fortunately, the soldiers of the first battalion not only carried guns on their shoulders, but also carried big knives on their backs. The result was naturally self-evident when facing the Japanese who only had bayonet.
A hundred soldiers of the 1st Battalion, who were not afraid of death, rushed into the battlefield with their sabers. They were like sharp knives that stabbed into the abdomen of the Japanese infantry formation. The Japanese who could not react in time were killed on the spot.
Zhang Huiyang was the first to bear the brunt of the firepower behind him. He held a large knife in his hand, and the knife's momentum was swift and violent. He raised a head with a swing of the blade. The large knife's range was wide and the knife's momentum was heavy. With a slash, a Japanese soldier who wanted to use a gun to block was directly cut off. The blade cut off one of his hands.
This " Big Saber Assault Company " suddenly barged into the battlefield, causing the advancing speed of the ghosts to suddenly stop. It actually slowed down their advance. Hundreds of melee fighters moved like the wind, and in a short while, more than a hundred ghosts were killed by their sabers. Even if there were ghosts who wanted to shoot, they would be discovered by the Central Army's Second Battalion of the Divine Spear Battalion and killed.
At the same time, the third battalion of the supply camp turned their muzzles and heavy firepower to the Japanese behind them to block their reinforcements and cover the Big Blade Assault Company. The first battalion commander, Zhang Huiyang, was already red with blood. The blood of the Japanese was all over his body. He covered the wound on his left hand that was stabbed by the Japanese and said to his subordinates beside him,
"Let's end this quickly. We've already held the Japanese back. You guys retreat first and leave a few people to cover me."
After the order was given, the soldiers of the Assault Company began to retreat while fighting. Zhang Huiyang brought a dozen of his brothers to cover the rear.
After Lieutenant General Gu Shoufu learned of the news of the assault company, he had already come to the battlefield to watch. When he saw that so many people in his army could not stop the assault company, he was so angry that he directly slapped his commander.
"Baka Yalu! Idiot! You've made our empire lose face!"
Then, a cruel expression appeared on Shoufu Gu's face. His face twisted as he ordered his opponent.
"Order the machine gunners to fire immediately and make sure those Chinese people stay!”
"Sir, but there are still our soldiers ahead. If you shoot now, I'm afraid"
Before the Japanese commander could finish speaking, he was slapped again.
"Bastard! How can a few soldiers compare to our empire's victory? Their sacrifice is worth it!”
Looking at the demon-like Gu Shoufu, the Japanese commander did not dare to hesitate anymore.
Zhang Huiyang, who was at the back, watched as his brothers gradually withdrew from the battlefield and heaved a sigh of relief. Although this assault had suffered some losses, it had successfully stopped the Japanese from advancing. When their assault company retreated to their own battlefront and cooperated with the heavy firepower from the rear, they would be able to suppress the Japanese.
"Da da."
"Da da da"
Just as Zhang Huiyang felt that his mission was completed, he suddenly heard the sound of a machine gun. Then, he was horrified to find that his comrades and the Japanese were all shot by the machine gun.
When the soldiers who were retreating from the front line saw Zhang Huiyang being suddenly attacked, they rushed back with red eyes and tried to save them. Zhang Huiyang's eyes widened as he cried and roared.
"Let's go! Let's go! Go! Hurry up and leave!"
"Da da"
Before he could finish his sentence, another round of intense machine gun fire came. The soldiers who rushed over immediately turned into corpses. The blood of their comrades sprayed onto Zhang Huiyang's face. His eyes were red as he cried and asked his comrades to leave. The devil, Shoufu Tani, looked at this scene and revealed a cruel smile.
"Son of a b * tch! I'll f * cking kill you!"
The eyes of the soldiers in the rear reddened as they saw the tragic scene in front of them. They wanted to rush up and save this battalion commander who usually could not remember other people's names and did not like to talk. Zhang Huiyang looked at his fallen brothers and could not understand why the Japanese were so cruel and did not even let their own people go.
However, if they did this, it would undoubtedly destroy the battle line that he and his hundreds of comrades had just held. Then, he stood up and looked at the remaining dozen or so assault company brothers. Taking advantage of the gap between the Japanese machine gunners reloading, Zhang Huiyang took out his broadsword and charged at the Japanese again. He roared at his comrades behind him,
"Open fire and suppress them. Don't let the Japanese advance any further.”
"You're all a bunch of f * cking cowards. Hurry up and shoot!”
The soldiers of the Central Army were still unwilling to make a move despite shouting and cursing. Zhang Huiyang, who saw that his brothers were about to go forward to rescue them, did not want to drag them down. He pulled the grenade and shouted,
"F * cking Japanese, f * ck your ancestors!"
Zhang Huiyang, who had rushed into the Japanese crowd, was also killed by the explosion of the grenade. The remaining ten or so Assault Company soldiers saw that the Japanese machine gunner had finished reloading and also pulled the grenade and rushed in. The Central Army who wanted to go to the rescue had no one to save. The Assault Company's men had all died on the battlefield.
The deathly silence seemed to have stopped time for a second. The commander of the third battalion rushed forward and pulled out his heavy machine gun. The barrel of the gun spun quickly and spat out tongues of fire. His eyes were red and he kept crying. His hoarse voice roared,
"Damn Japanese! F * ck your grandmother!"
"Motherf * cker! Motherf * cker! Motherf * cker, motherf * cker!"
"F * ck your grandma, f * ck your grandma!"
Tears and snot dripped down, and his expression could no longer be seen clearly. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten to speak, but it also seemed that he only knew how to say this sentence. He only knew how to shoot crazily, crazily, crazily.
Tears streamed down everyone's cheeks. Their eyes were red, and they didn't care about anything else as they just fired at the enemies. The soldiers of the Central Army hated that their guns weren't strong enough and their bullets weren't fast enough. They cursed and roared, and the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the world, as if they were consoling the heroic spirits in the sky.
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