Volume 1 Chapter 100: Hard Fight
"Ami Road!"
Amid the desperate shouts of Lieutenant Colonel Hiroshi Ageo, a Molotov cocktail hit the Type 97 medium tank.
In less than 2 seconds, the Japanese Iron Turtle suddenly exploded.
Lieutenant Colonel Hiroshi Ageo turned into a fireman and tried to climb out of the tank.
However, the heat left him with no strength to climb out.
He was burned to death on top of the tank tower.
Sun Desheng had just burned a tank when one of his cavalrymen threw a Molotov cocktail at another tank.
The tank suddenly caught fire, and then with a bang, the hood was blown off.
The tank immediately came to a standstill, and a disgusting smell of burning meat wafted from inside the vehicle.
Sun Desheng destroyed the tank with a Molotov cocktail. He drew the saber from his waist, and the saber flashed a cold light in the air.
With one swipe of his sword, he cut the head of the Japanese infantryman following the armored vehicle in half.
"Cavalry Company Charge!"
Even if there was less than one squad of cavalry left, the soldiers of the independent regiment's cavalry company would still charge.
Even if they die, the cavalry company must die on the way to the charge!
Sun Desheng rushed towards the Japs.
"kill!"
Only less than 12 cavalrymen were left, following Sun Desheng and charging towards the Japanese.
After only killing two Japanese soldiers, Sun Desheng's horse was stabbed to death by the Japanese's gun.
He tumbled off his horse.
Sun Desheng completely ignored the injuries on his body, and the first thing he did was to get up and start killing the Japanese soldiers frantically!
Seeing the Eighth Route Army coming, Lieutenant Colonel Hiromori Yamada, who had finally arrived, shouted, "Remove the bullets, put on the bayonets! Charge forward and kill!"
Lieutenant Colonel Hiromori Yamada saw that the Eighth Route Army troops behind him were less than 50 meters away. It would take less than 10 seconds for them to reach him.
At this distance and in this environment, it was difficult for the Japanese soldiers to do so due to the lack of pistols.
The Type 38 rifle with strong penetrating power is not as threatening as a bayonet!
The Japanese non-commissioned officer decisively ordered the soldiers to remove the bullets from their guns and install bayonets.
To prevent the gun from accidentally going off during intense running.
Or perhaps the soldier was too excited and pulled the trigger subconsciously, killing his companion by mistake.
Ding ding ding…
In less than a few seconds, the Japs ejected all the bullets left in the gun chamber and then installed the bayonet.
With a loud roar, the Japs rushed towards the Eighth Route Army soldiers with their guns in hand.
Hand-to-hand combat broke out instantly .
Now that the Iron Turtle and the threat of artillery fire were gone, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment fought against the Japanese from the Yamada Battalion.
In the narrow mountainous area, the two armies engaged in the most brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Here the bayonet will pierce your abdomen, and there the knife will chop off the enemy's head.
The sound of steel knives cutting into flesh and blood splattering was heard constantly .
The sounds of shouting and weapons clashing resounded through the sky. Both the devils from the Yamada Regiment and the soldiers from the Independent Regiment were fighting for their survival with their last bit of strength.
There are no tanks, planes, or artillery, but the soldiers of the independent regiment have an indomitable will to fight!
He was stabbed several times but remained standing, and he continued to fight for the lead even though his body was broken and his limbs were missing.
Even if I die, I will die with my enemy!
During the fierce battle, monk Wei Dayong's bayonet was broken.
Now he was holding a big knife and slashing fiercely, and the sharp impact sounds were as dense as rain.
Captain of the Yamada Battalion, Hiromori Yamada, held his officer's sword and tried hard to block Wei Dayong's continuous slashing.
Japanese swords look beautiful, but they are nowhere near as fierce as broadswords.
After a few strokes, the blade of the Japanese sword was cut into several pieces.
If the blade of a Japanese sword is broken, it is useless and cannot be repaired.
clang!
Monk Wei once again chopped down with his sword.
With a clang sound.
Yamamoto Hausen looked in astonishment as the blade of the Japanese sword in his hand broke directly.
No!
Amid screams, Monk Wei swung his sword down again.
The broadsword chopped from Yamamoto Hausen's shoulder to his chest.
It was almost split in two.
Wei Dayong kicked over and pulled out the big knife.
With a roar, he rushed towards another Japanese soldier with his big knife.
At this time, the Kato Battalion of the Japanese Army also joined the front battlefield. There were more than 2,000 people in the two Japanese battalions.
The Japs were good at shooting and their bayonet fighting skills were also very impressive.
Except for a few people, the soldiers of other independent regiments may not be a match for the Japanese devils.
The arrogant ones are afraid of the stupid ones, the stupid ones are afraid of the foolish ones, and the foolish ones are afraid of the desperate ones.
At this time, the soldiers of the independent regiment were a group of reckless guys.
The body is injured, let the blood flow out!
Even if I die, I must kill the Japs first!
Even if it means using your teeth!
Thanks to the independent regiment's fearless fighting spirit, the more than 2,000 men of the Kasahara Regiment were unable to do anything to the independent regiment of more than 1,000 men.
On this narrow mountain road, even the air is filled with a bloody smell that is so strong that it cannot be dispelled!
Seeing that they were unable to take down the independent regiment, the casualties of their own soldiers increased rapidly.
Colonel Kasahara, commander of the 22nd Regiment, was observing the battlefield through a telescope and was very anxious!
The lives of the brave warriors of the Imperial Japanese Army are very precious.
How could they fight the Chinese to the death and fight such a rotten battle?
Colonel Kasahara roared in dissatisfaction. "Change tactics, gather strength and attack again!"
The Japanese army is not just the Imperial Army that only knows how to fight when the wind is favorable.
Under the order of Colonel Kasahara, the Yamada Battalion was the last one to leave the battle, while the Kato Battalion was the first to withdraw from the battle. Then they set up a defense line and helped other Japanese troops to retreat.
The 22nd Regiment of the 4th Brigade fought and retreated, not to mention the lethality of the artillery and machine gun squadrons, which prevented the Independent Regiment from gaining much advantage.
After almost a day of fierce fighting, the soldiers of the independent regiment were tired.
Li Yunlong decided to quit while he was ahead.
He raised the sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Stop the pursuit!"
"Damn it!"
Looking at the retreating Japanese devils, Zhang Dabiao, Wang Gensheng and other soldiers of the independent regiment spat in hatred and led their troops to clean up the battlefield reluctantly.
As the shouts and gunshots on the battlefield fell silent.
This blocking battle finally came to an end!
The soldiers of the independent regiment, who had been fighting for almost a whole day, breathed a sigh of relief.
Many people dropped the swords and guns in their hands, and some even collapsed on the ground.
Li Yunlong is 31 years old this year, but after many years of military service, he looks like a 40-year-old.
After a day of fierce fighting today, he was so tired that he could hardly lift the knife.
Political Commissar Zhao Gangcai had been holding the sniper rifle sent by Chu Yunfei, killing Japanese machine gunners and grenadiers.
It effectively supported the independent regiment. Otherwise, the independent regiment would have suffered even greater casualties.
As soon as the battle was over, he hurried over with people to treat the wounded, clean up the battlefield, and count the casualties.
Seeing that Li Yunlong was covered in blood, Zhao Gang asked with concern. "Old Li, are you healthy..."
"It's okay! This is all the blood of the devils..." Li Yunlong wiped the sweat mixed with blood from his face, smiled and said indifferently.
Li Yunlong held the sword upside down and spoke tiredly.
"Old Zhao, how many casualties did our army suffer today?" Li Yunlong relaxed his expression and asked in a gentle voice to Zhao Gang, who was in charge of cleaning up the battlefield.
"311 comrades were killed in the battle. The cavalry company suffered the most casualties, with only three people surviving. The company commander, Sun Desheng..."
Li Yunlong asked nervously, "How is Sun Desheng?"
