Li Yunlong thought to himself, Zhao Gang, you're a crow. I've been lying on the ground for a few hours, and in the end, it's the newly transferred Japanese Kwantung Army.
At that time, Country R's Kwantung Army was indeed powerful. Among all the troops of Country R, the 4th division of Japan was the weakest, and the Kwantung Army was the best. At that time, Country R's Kwantung Army was responsible for confronting the Soviets. They were the true elites! What Li Yunlong encountered here was the Guandong Army at its peak, well-trained and well-equipped.
Li Yunlong stared at the approaching convoy, gritted his teeth and said fiercely,"The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. The enemy sent his chest to the tip of our bayonet, how can we retract the bayonet. Even if the emperor's guards came today, I would eat it today!”
Zhao Gang's expression also became stern,"Our independent regiment has good teeth, so we're not afraid of holding on!" Fight, we can't hesitate anymore. If we hesitate, we'll delay the opportunity!
Soon, the vanguard of the R Corps had passed through the minefield, and the main force followed. When the last force had entered the ambush circle, Li Yunlong suddenly waved his right hand and said loudly,"Monk! Pull!"
Following Li Yunlong's order, Seven pulled the string in his hand and a series of explosions sounded in the valley.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In an instant, the mine exploded under the military vehicle. The short series of explosions was deafening, and the shrapnel flew down with the smell of death.
With a loud explosion, the two Japanese trucks were instantly blown up and lay motionless in the middle of the road.
The truck was blown into pieces, accompanied by a violent explosion. The Japanese were blown away by the huge air wave. After the explosion, the fragments of the car, the Japanese, and the broken limbs of the soldiers fell from the sky, almost all of them landing on the hidden soldiers.
Following the explosion, Zhao Gang turned his head and shouted,"Comrades, listen to my order. Everyone, draw your sabers!”
Following the order, the soldiers drew their sabers and prepared to charge.
"Independent Regiment, attack the enemy!”Li Yunlong picked up a machete and pointed it at the ghost.
"Kill…"
The withered grass by the roadside was lifted in an instant, and a snow-white Ghost Head Blade appeared. The soldiers of the Independent Regiment raised the weapons in their hands and let out earth-shaking roars. They jumped out of the trenches and crazily attacked the Japanese.
The Japanese were horrified to find that the 8th Route Army was standing on both sides of the road. Some of these people were wearing gray cloth military uniforms, while others were wearing local cloth clothes. They looked like a group of refugees. However, the shiny sabers in their hands made people dare not ignore their existence!
However, the Kwantung Army was indeed the elite of the Japanese army. Although the well-trained soldiers suffered heavy casualties, they did not immediately disperse. Instead, they reacted quickly before the sudden attack.
Seeing the hundreds of soldiers in gray uniforms walking forward with their machetes, the Japanese knew that these Chinese people were really going to fight with their troops.
This was the greatest provocation and humiliation to the emperor's army of R Nation. Takeda shouted angrily,""Everyone, attach the bayonet and withdraw the bullets…Kill!"
The Japanese's 38 Cover had strong penetrative power. Both sides were mixed together. If the Japanese chose to shoot, they would most likely injure their teammates. This kind of damage was not weaker than an indiscriminate attack within a certain range.
The Japanese believed in the so-called " Bushido " and were extremely confident in their bayonet skills. Even in such an emergency, the Japanese who had practiced until they were stiff did not forget to withdraw the bullets according to the " Infantry Code " before a hand-to-hand battle.
The sound of the bolt being pulled rang out, and yellow bullets jumped out of the barrel... landed on the ground
In the blink of an eye, dozens of Japanese soldiers were a little slow and were stabbed by the Independent Regiment's broadsword.
In an instant, the yellow-skinned devil and the gray-uniformed Eighth Route Army were entangled.
The Japanese soldiers of the Guandong Army were like stray dogs, completely stunned.
The 1st Battalion of the Independent Regiment, wearing thin summer clothes and facing the biting cold wind, faced the strong enemy with the spirit of breaking the cauldrons and burning the boat. Under the situation of equal strength with the opponent, they took the lead in launching an attack and carried out a fierce hand-to-hand battle.
This was rare on the battlefield at that time. This was a head-on melee. The two sides 'eyes were bloodshot from the killing. The clanging of the bayonet, the muffled sound of the butt hitting the flesh, the screams of the dying, and the roars of the murderous spirit rang out…
Two Japanese fighter jets flew at a low altitude. The Japanese pilots found that the road below was densely packed with people, mixed with gray and yellow. The pilot's hand that was pressing on the machine gun's firing button loosened, and the plane swept past.
Although the Japanese soldiers were generally short, almost every soldier was stout and muscular. Their faces were oily and well-nourished. Whether it was stabbing or blocking, their arms carried a well-trained explosive force.
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