"Hiss!"
All the soldiers watching the battle gasped.
Such a simple and quick method of killing was truly an eye-opener for them.
"Come on, little Japanese, what are you waiting for?”
Han Shaogong beckoned at the remaining East Japan Army soldiers with contempt.
"Baka Yalu!"
The Japanese couldn't stand the insult and charged forward with their Type 38 rifles.
Han Shaogong, who was sitting opposite him, revealed a sinister smile. He stood up straight and bent his knee, sending the Japanese in the middle flying.
When he looked back, the Japanese man's chest had caved in and he was dead.
"Bang!"
At this moment, it was too fast.
A lightning-fast figure appeared on the left and punched the Japanese in the temple, causing his head to explode on the spot.
Seeing this, the other Japanese showed a terrified expression and was about to escape.
Before he could react, a bayonet flew out and smashed heavily on his heart.
In the blink of an eye.
One against three, three elite Japanese soldiers were killed by Han Shaogong.
The entire place was silent.
"Crash!"
Immediately, intense cheers erupted and swept across the entire battlefield.
Whether it was the soldiers of the expeditionary army or the soldiers of the Fengjun, they all cheered for Han Shaogong.
At this moment, the strength that Han Shaogong displayed was enough to prove the strength of Yan Huang and suppress the world.
This was exactly what Zhang Jingan wanted to tell everyone present.
A country, a nation, and even an army must never lose confidence.
After successive defeats in the pass, the momentum of the Feng army was cut in half, and it was no longer the strongest army in the world.
The old marshal was dead. Even though they were facing the Japanese, who were their old enemies, many people still did not dare to resist.
On September 18th, the national team's order and the commander's order were only one of the reasons. The real problem was that the Fengs had lost their will to resist.
Now, Zhang Jing 'an had used this method to reopen the long-hidden confidence of the soldiers.
There was no army that was absolutely invincible. The only invincible ones were the people.
The Japanese would still die, even if they were unarmed. As long as you were strong enough, everything would be fine.
"One group will stay behind to guard Benxi and receive the three armies.”
"Second and Third Troops, follow me."
When the last remnants of the Kwantung Army's 6th regiment were completely cleaned up, the guard division commander, Feng Ding, gave the order.
Nearly 10,000 soldiers quickly lined up.
Then, Han Shaogong led two regiments to protect Zhang Jing 'an and charged towards Benxi Train Station.
Behind him, a gray torrent was surging.
Under the night sky and amidst the smoke, the group of people gradually walked further and further away.
At the same time.
Benxi Train Station.
It was originally built by the Russians.
After the Russo-Japanese War, the Japanese seized all the benefits of the Russians in the Feng area.
Therefore, they would build a railway from Anton to Liaoyang, passing through the entire three eastern provinces.
This railway was also known as the South Manchuria Railroad.
Through this railway, the Japanese could quickly transport the Kwantung Army to Mukden.
Even the local Japanese could continuously land in Lushun.
"Ta Ta!"
At 10 p. m. in Benxi, everything was shrouded in darkness.
Only the train station was unusually brightly lit.
An hour ago.
More than 5000 people from the 6th regiment of the Guandong Army and the 1st independent garrison walked out.
Bringing with it the greed and desire of the entire Dongwo Empire for hundreds of years, he issued a challenge to Yan Huang.
The Japanese had never thought that they would fail. Even the entire train station was left with only a squadron of guards.
A series of low footsteps sounded in the dark night.
A dense crowd of figures quickly approached the South Train Station.
"One regiment, flank them from the left. Two regiments, flank them from the right.”
"Expeditionary army, follow me and kill our way in."
Staring at the brightly lit buildings nearby, Zhang Jing 'an's face was filled with killing intent.
As soon as he finished speaking.
Whoosh!
More than 8,000 soldiers took out their bayonet from their waists and quickly mounted the Liao-13 rifle.
The Liao 13 Rifle developed by Liaoyang Military Shovel absorbed the advantages of the Japanese Type 38 Rifle and the German Mauser 98K.
In terms of size, it wasn't inferior to the Japanese's 38-foot big cover.
For a moment, the saber lights were cold and murderous.
In a night battle, it was often not bullets that dominated victory, but the bayonet.
Therefore, even the American soldiers of the Expeditionary Force were equipped with a bayonet.
In close combat, sometimes a bayonet was faster and fiercer than a pistol.
"Kill!"
With that order, Zhang Jing 'an took the lead and rushed towards the South Train Station.
The soldiers of the expeditionary army guarded both sides, forming a blood-tempered knife.
Under Feng Ding's command, the two thousand soldiers quickly surrounded the two sides.
The entire five-mile radius around the train station had become a land of peril.
Any unknown object that approached would be shot into a sieve by the bullets of the Feng army.
Zhang Jing 'an, who was at the front, felt his heart beating wildly. His blood was boiling.
This was the moment that would change the tragic history of Yan Huang.
From this moment on, the descendants of the Yellow Emperor will announce to the world that we have truly awakened.
Behind him, tens of thousands of soldiers from the expeditionary army and more than 8000 soldiers from the left and right wings were all excited.
The Yellow Emperor ruled the world from ancient times, and all countries submitted.
Since the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the descendants of the dragon had become a group of sheep, wantonly bullied by foreign enemies.
Even the Eastern Japanese bandits who used to beg for mercy could run to Yan Huang and shit.
Who wouldn't have a stomach full of anger and resentment?
At this moment, under Zhang Jing 'an's leadership, they fired the first shot of Yan Huang's counterattack against the foreign powers.
There would definitely be records of them in the history books in the future.
National heroes began from Benxi!
For the sake of future generations and the glory of the Yan Dynasty, all the soldiers were filled with passion.
Even if there was a dragon's pool or a tiger's den in front of them, they were not afraid.
Tonight, with the blood of the Japanese invaders, call upon my heroic spirit, I will not return until I win!
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