Volume 1 Deserter's Bloodbath Chapter 18 Hand-to-hand combat!
As the pillar of the Civil Engineering Department, the 11th Division had to be fully equipped and staffed. A main force regiment of more than 2,000 people, under the encouragement of the regiment commander Hu Lian, launched a charge amid shouts, even though they were soaked!
“Go!”
The shouts of more than 2,000 people were terrifying. Not only Han Yingbin and the Death Squadron who were fighting fiercely heard it, but even the Japanese in the north of the town heard it!
"Sir, the Chinese reinforcements have arrived. Let's retreat! Let the naval guns and air force bombs kill them! Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll be in danger of being surrounded!"
The staff officer frowned, stood in front of the Japanese captain and bowed to give a suggestion.
"How long will it take for the support from the regiment headquarters to arrive? We can hold out for another hour without any problem, even if the one coming is the Chinese's main German-equipped division!"
The officer asked with a frown, he was still expecting reinforcements from the Chuansha landing.
"We just set out, and it will probably take more than two hours. The tanks and artillery took up too much time!"
The staff officer was holding the telegram he had just received. He had already reported it just now, and now he had to say it again.
"Baga! Damn it! The empire's warriors died in vain. Retreat!"
The officer gave the order dejectedly. For the Japs at that time, it was very difficult to ask them to retreat. But they were not fools. They would not hold on when they knew it was impossible. Everyone was afraid of being surrounded and annihilated!
“Retreat! Retreat!”
North of Luodian, on the battlefield where fierce fighting was in full swing, the Japanese's order to retreat finally came down. The Japanese came out of their bunkers and began to cover each other's retreat!
"Damn it! The devils are trying to escape! Charge!"
Han Yingbin roared, stood up, and called for a fierce fight.
“Go!”
The soldiers of the Death Squad, who were furious, emerged from the ruins and began to charge bravely with rifles and Czech light machine guns in hand!
"Da da da……"
Unfortunately, the retreat of the Japanese was different from that of the warlords encountered by the National Army in the country . They covered each other, and the Japanese machine guns fired at the remaining officers and soldiers who appeared!
"Puff puff……"
The brother who had just stood up was instantly shot in the chest and abdomen. More than a dozen brothers fell in a pool of blood, including Han Yingbin who was shouting in a fierce battle.
"battalion commander!"
The guard following Han Yingbin let out a miserable roar. Right next to him, there were several huge holes in Han Yingbin's chest and abdomen, from which blood was constantly gushing out. Han Yingbin pointed forward and fell down powerlessly, his eyes full of unwillingness.
“Boom!”
The slender body fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and carrying the blood of the hero!
"The battalion commander is dead, revenge!"
“Go!”
“Bang, bang, bang…”
"Da da da……"
Han Yingbin's death did not make the brothers of the Death Squad retreat. They pulled the trigger one by one, fired bullets of revenge, and charged forward bravely.
"Puff puff……"
“Retreat, retreat…”
The Japanese were fighting and retreating at the same time, and the 66th Regiment that rushed into Luodian did not stop. It flooded over the messy ruins like a tide and rushed towards the Japanese.
"boom!"
Feng E was still shooting, but now he found that his position was a bit ridiculous. Japs appeared in front, behind, left and right of him and were retreating in panic.
“Click…”
"Where's the bullet?"
The rifle made a sound of empty bolt, Feng E reached into his pocket and found that there was no bullet left!
“Go!”
With the shouts of his brothers ringing in his ears, Feng E carried the rifle without bullets on his back, pulled out the two bayonets tied to his leggings, and held them in his hands!
“Kill!”
As if to give himself courage, Feng E rushed out shouting.
"ah!"
A few retreating Japanese soldiers turned around and saw Feng E with dilated pupils, and screamed in fear.
"Baga! Kill them!"
A Japanese sergeant waved his command knife. He found that the only one blocking their way was Feng E. He grinned and let out a ferocious roar.
“Puff!”
The advantage of practicing Xiajiaquan since childhood became apparent. Feng E misstepped, twisted his body, and fell asleep while moving his waist. The bayonet in his right hand swept across the neck of a Japanese soldier, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The bayonet that the Japanese soldier had thrust forward with his waist had been thrown behind him.
The Xiajiaquan that Feng E practiced belongs to the Southern Fist system. It was passed on to the monk Wang Yinlin by the Southern Fist hero Li Huzi who traveled from Sichuan to Guangdong. After arriving in Guangzhou, Wang Yinlin returned to secular life and opened a martial arts school on Jianshan Street to teach his disciples. The school taught many boxing and weapon routines, including Twelve Bridges, Little Arhat, Tiger-Crane Fighting, Big Arhat, Xiajia Sword, Spear and Stick. The Feng family, to which Feng E belonged, was a famous family in Guangzhou, so the old man laid a solid foundation for him since he was a child and invited the last disciple of the martial arts school director to teach him at home for three years, until he left after achieving success in boxing.
"The sword is an extension of the hand. There are only so many routines for the sword of the Xia family. In actual combat, you must remember to forget all the moves. All boxing, sword techniques, gun and stick routines can be demonstrated with the sword. The important thing is to coordinate the steps..."
"Keep your lower body steady, your steps flexible, keep your eyes and ears alert, and always remember that there is no sure win in boxing. Even if you have to sacrifice a minor injury for your life, as long as you knock the opponent down, you win..."
“Puff, puff…”
The two bayonets in Feng E's hands seemed to be alive, constantly slashing the Japs' arms, legs, neck, chest and abdomen and other parts. Perhaps it would not take the Japs' lives at once, but Feng E seemed to be immersed in it, and his master's lessons kept echoing in his mind. After all, this was the first time he used the Xia Jia Quan in actual combat, and his opponent was the evil Japs, so he had no burden at all in killing them.
"ah!"
Finally, the Japanese sergeant's saber swept Feng E's arm when Feng E slipped. A trace of blood seeped out from the outside of Feng E's left arm. Feng E glanced at it and knew that the wound was not serious. After all, he had deliberately avoided it!
"kill!"
Feng E gripped the bayonet tightly with both hands and rushed forward bravely. Of the four devils who had just faced him, only the sergeant was still standing. Of the other three, one had his neck cut, one was holding his stomach, trying to stuff back the intestines that were flowing out, and the other was covering his neck, gasping violently, with blood constantly gushing out of his hands.
"idiot!"
Two more Japanese soldiers appeared from behind the sergeant, holding Type 38 rifles in their hands. When they saw Feng E, their eyes glowed red and his body was covered in blood!
“Bang, bang!”
The two Japs raised their guns at the same time, and the rifle bullets whizzed towards Feng E!
“Fuck!”
It happened in a flash. When Feng E saw the Japanese soldiers raising their guns , he no longer cared about the Japanese sergeant in front of him who was holding a saber. He rolled to the ground in a panic, rolling on the ground covered with rubble and gravel with his teeth bared!
“Puff, bang!”
The rifle bullets hit the ruins behind Feng E, making a chaotic sound.
"go to hell!"
Feng E couldn't care less now, he waved his hand and threw out the two bayonets in his hands. The flying knives were his only means of long-range attack now. As for what to do without the knives, he didn't have time to think about it. He would deal with it after passing this hurdle!
