The sun finally rose, and the soldiers found the body of the old hero, Zhao Deshun. His body was blown up by a grenade, and then turned into a hornet's nest by Yamamoto Ichiki's machine gun. Seeing the old man's miserable state, even Chen Weidong, who had lived two lives, could not help but cry.
Chen Weidong knew very well that the old hero, Grandpa De Shun, had sacrificed himself to save him and the more than 100 soldiers in the reinforced company. Without his heroic feat of pulling the grenade and sacrificing himself, Yamamoto Ichiki's special agent team would have already infiltrated the military station.
Not to mention whether they could defeat the elite special forces of the Japanese, at least the casualties they would have to pay would be dozens of times more than what they were paying now.
Beside the old hero, there were three dead bodies of the guards. Each of them had been shot in the face and fell on the way.
Of the three Japanese special forces members who stayed behind to cover the rear, other than the two who were killed by Chen Weidong with a butcher knife, one was kicked down a cliff 30 meters by Lin Xiong. This kid was lucky enough to not fall to his death, but he was seriously injured. He was caught by Lin Xiong and was lying on the side, moaning.
When the deputy company commander, Liao Wenhua, led the team to the scene, he saw the old hero's corpse that had long been reduced to a human form. He immediately knelt on the ground and cried out," Captain, scold me. I, Liao Wenhua, am useless. I couldn't stop these Japanese and avenge Old Master Zhao. I'm useless. I…"
Liao Wenhua's soldiers couldn't stop the Yamamoto Special Agent Team. After sacrificing five people and injuring eight, they could only watch as the Yamamoto Special Agent Team left.
Chen Weidong didn't blame Liao Wenhua. He knew the Yamamoto Special Forces very well. They were an elite team of Japanese soldiers who had received long-term special combat training. All of them used fully automatic weapons. The commander, Yamamoto Ichiki, was a senior commander who graduated from the Special Forces School in Ber.
Against such a well-equipped and well-trained special forces, it was expected that Liao Wenhua could not stop them.
However, after this battle, Chen Weidong made up his mind that if he wanted to fight against Yamamoto Ichiki's special forces in the future, he had to form his own special forces.
At this moment, the Zhao Family Village's militia and comrades from the Women's Rescue Association picked up the weapons that Chen Weidong had given them after hearing the intense gunfire. They walked over in a mighty manner. The leader was the director of the Women's Rescue Association, Zhao Xiaoyan, who had just turned eighteen.
"Company Commander Chen, where are the Japanese? Did you guys chase him away? Let me see what good things you have seized, hehehe ~"
Zhao Xiaogun shouted at them from afar. She was holding an 80% new Hanyang gun, and the bayonet on the barrel was extremely sharp.
"Company Commander Chen, your regular army is stronger than our militia. We only gathered after hearing the gunshot.”
As he spoke, Zhao Xiaoyan squeezed into the crowd and poked his head out to see what spoils Company Commander Chen and the others had seized. What greeted his eyes was a familiar face covered in smoke.
When he looked again, Zhao Xiaogun's red face turned pale and he fainted.
Chen Weidong's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. He held Zhao Xiaoyan's soft body and did not let her fall to the ground. His heart was shrouded in deep guilt and self-blame.
Zhao Deshun was Zhao Xiaoyan's grandfather.
Their entire family was loyal!
Zhao Xiaoyan's father was Zhao Deshun's second son, who had died in the counter-sweep in 1940.
Zhao Xiaoyan's fourth uncle, the fourth son of Zhao Deshun, died in the winter of 1940 during the anti-mopping-up campaign.
Zhao Xiaoyan's elder brother, Zhao Deshun's eldest grandson, had died in the battle to uproot the Japanese stronghold on the Zhengtai Line two days ago. The death report had just been sent to Chen Weidong.
Now, Zhao Deshun had sacrificed himself for the sake of Chen Weidong and the soldiers of the reinforced company.
A family of four, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, had fallen under the brutal invaders 'swords and spears in order to chase the heartless invaders out of their hometown, to protect their wives, children, old and young, and their fellow countrymen from being bullied and enslaved by the Japanese, and to let their descendants stand up straight and not bend their knees like dogs.
Where is the family after the country is destroyed?
There were many families of heroes like Zhao Deshun in China. They fell one after another in the bloody battle with the Japanese, leaving their blood and lives on the land of their hometown.
They were nameless, born ordinary, but died great.
They used their thin shoulders to support the backbone of the entire Chinese nation.
A firm voice echoed in Chen Weidong's ears." The blood feud would never be forgotten, never to be forgotten. One day, with the spear in hand, he would definitely wash the four islands with blood and avenge the innocent compatriots who died in the battle, avenge the comrades who died in the battle, avenge, avenge!
The villagers wrapped the body of the old hero in a clean white cloth and buried it in the coffin. Together with the sacrificed soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, they held a grand funeral in a wasteland outside the village.
Chen Weidong wrote an inscription on the tombstone of the old hero, Zhao Deshun, in regular script: Heyuan anti-Japanese old hero Zhao Deshun tomb.
The signature was eight. Road army 386 brigade independent regiment directly under the strengthening company commander Chen Weidong respectfully wrote.
In front of the rows of new graves, all the soldiers of the reinforced company looked solemn. The children and grandchildren of the old hero had tears streaming down their faces. The pregnant granddaughter-in-law was crying. Chen Weidong was extremely sad. The old hero would never be able to see his great-grandson.
A debt of blood must be paid with blood. They must kill all the Japanese in the Yamamoto Special Agent Team in order to appease the old hero's spirit in heaven.
"Lin Xiong!" Chen Weidong shouted."Bring that captive to me. I'm going to chop him into pieces alive and send off the old hero, Master De Shun, and our fallen brothers!"”
"Yes, sir!"
Lin Xiong accepted the order and went to pick up the Japanese who had fallen and was seriously injured. He knelt in front of the old hero's grave.
Chen Weidong took a shiny and sharp Ghost Head Blade from Liao Wenhua's hands, raised a bowl of wine, and took a big gulp. Then, he sprayed the wine in his mouth onto the blade and shouted,"
"Old Man De Shun, brothers who sacrificed themselves, have a safe journey to the afterlife. I, Chen Weidong, swear to the heavens that even if the Yamamoto Special Agent Team who killed you hide back in their homeland in Japan, I will find them and chop off their heads one by one.”
"Men, have a safe journey. I'll get the Japanese to send you off!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Weidong raised his knife and chopped off the Japanese who were kneeling in front of the grave. The stray dogs on the roadside rushed up and picked up the severed head before running away.
"All members of the reinforced company of the Independent Regiment, fire your guns at the sky and send off the old hero Zhao Deshun and our fallen brothers!”
Da da da, da!
Bang bang bang, bang!
Gunshots from all kinds of weapons exploded in the sky above the Zhao Family Village.
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