Songhu: Never Give Up

Chapter 77 Military Soul
"Senior Xiaolin, save me!"

"Save me, I don't want to die!"

The injured Tanimoto was struggling in pain in the mud. Kobayashi didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he thought of his brother, he couldn't bear it. Just as he was about to crawl over to save him, a stray bullet almost took his life.
Kobayashi was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. Only then did he realize that this was a cruel battlefield and not the time to show compassion.

The Japanese soldier Tanimoto struggled to crawl towards where Kobayashi Taro was. His left leg had lost feeling. Shrapnel seemed to have hit the artery in his thigh. Blood kept gushing out. He felt that he was going to die soon.

The desire to survive supported him in his continuous struggle. He did not want to die. He came to China to establish eternal achievements, and he was unwilling to die on the river beach.

"Xiao Lin, please, save me!"

"Mom, Mom, save me..."

On the riverbank, Corporal Cai Zhijie had been waiting for Kobayashi Jiro to rescue Tanimoto. He was the sharpshooter of the Second Company, specializing in shooting down Japanese officers and veterans. The Japanese struggling in the mud was his bait.

He could see that Xiaolin was an old devil. He wanted to kill him several times but he never found an opportunity. He was very slippery, which aroused his competitive spirit.

Kobayashi Jiro did not notice Cai Zhijie's presence, but he instinctively felt that there was danger. There were few Japanese soldiers around him, and the river bank was littered with corpses;
It was about to get completely dark, and that would be his chance, but that bastard Tanimoto kept crawling towards him, which would bring him fatal disaster.

"Bagayalu, don't come over here! Stay still and I'll save you after dark."

Tanimoto couldn't hear what Kobayashi Taro said. He was like a drowning man desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw. Everything else was blank in his mind.

He now regretted coming to China. War was not as good as he imagined. The Chinese bullets could also kill him. If possible, he just wanted to go home and never come to China again...

Seeing that Tanimoto had crawled to within only three meters of him, Taro Kobayashi decided to take a risk. He was still confident in his reaction.

He habitually glanced straight ahead, then suddenly jumped out of the crater and came to Tanimoto's side in an instant, dragged him up and prepared to roll into the crater;

A victorious smile appeared on Cai Zhijie's lips. He had been waiting for this moment. He pulled the trigger decisively, and the bullet accurately hit Kobayashi's big head, and the brain matter sprayed all over the face of the Japanese devil Tanimoto.

A stench rushed straight into Tanimoto's nose, frightening him so much that he pushed Xiaolin away and yelled:
"No, don't kill me!"

Cai Zhijie moved the gun away. He was too lazy to waste bullets on such a waste and continued to look for valuable sniper sights.

It was finally getting dark, and only some vague figures could be seen on the river beach. The Japs took advantage of the night to launch attacks continuously, but were constantly repelled. Every attack would leave more or less corpses, but they could not get close to the river bank.

The river beach was filled with the bodies of Japanese soldiers, and many wounded soldiers like Tanimoto were struggling in pain, but no one cared about them.
Colonel Murata was numb. Like a gambler who had lost all his money, he kept driving his soldiers to attack the Lion Grove position. This place became the "Sad Forest" of the 11th Division. Just like the Port Arthur decades ago, the 11th Division was replicating the tragic situation of their predecessors.

The Second Battalion fought more and more easily. The battle seemed fierce on the surface, but in fact the Murata Brigade did not bring too much pressure to the defenders. Yue Qianli even had several hundred reserve troops in his hands and did not use them.
He only sent out three infantry companies, and the hundreds of people in the replacement team had been recuperating. Their equipment was the same as that of the regular companies. When it really came to the last resort, the battalion headquarters and the baggage train could also be deployed, so at least half of the combat power of the Second Battalion had not been sent out.

The 43rd Regiment had already tried its best, or to be more precise, they had no strength left to use. The Second Battalion's style of play completely restrained them. The Japanese still lacked experience in beach landings.

"Sir, the commander, we can't fight any longer. The Imperial Army has lost its fighting spirit. Fighting on will only increase casualties. Let's wait until daybreak!" Major Aoyama tried to persuade him. He could see that Colonel Murata had lost his temper and would be defeated if he didn't stop him.

"Damn it, the Imperial Army cannot win. A few setbacks are nothing. Think about Senior Nogi. They are facing much greater difficulties!"

Aoyama wisely shut his mouth. He had said what he needed to say. It was up to Colonel Murata whether to listen or not.

Those who can become colonels in the Japanese army are not stupid. You can say they are crazy or cruel, but few of them are stupid.

Murata actually already regretted it, he was just too angry because of the loss, and now he needed someone to stop him so that he could get out of the situation.

Qingshan's dissuasion had just achieved this effect, but he still had to say a few polite words, and then said to Major Qingshan:
"Mr. Qingshan, since the warriors are tired, let them withdraw and let the Chinese go tonight."

Major Aoyama breathed a sigh of relief, praised the commander of the regiment for his wisdom, then turned and left. Murata slumped on the deck. This battle had wiped out all his arrogance.

The Japs finally retreated like a tide, and when they left they didn't even take the seriously wounded with them, as these people were a burden to them;

Tanimoto raised his hands high, and his companions passed by him one by one, and no one saw his struggling hands.

He even managed to grab the trouser leg of a Japanese sergeant and begged him to take him back;
The sergeant wanted to shake him off in disgust, but Tanimoto held on tightly and wouldn't let go. The sergeant was so angry that he cursed:
"Bagaya road!"

Then he drew his saber and tried to cut off his trouser legs, but at the last moment he was afraid of hurting his legs, so he became bolder and swung the knife at Tanimoto's arm.

Tanimoto let out a scream as half of his arm was cut off. The other half, along with his hand, was still tightly grasping the sergeant's trouser leg.

"Bagaya road!"

Tanimoto fainted from the pain. He didn't expect his companion to swing the knife at him.

As the Japanese withdrew, the battlefield returned to peace. Hundreds of Japanese wounded soldiers were still squirming, but both the enemy and us selectively forgot about them and let them die slowly.

The officers and soldiers of the Second Battalion did not cheer. Under the organization of their squad leaders, they rescued the wounded and repaired the fortifications, which had become a habit in the Second Battalion.
No matter how tired they are, the first thing to do is to rescue the wounded. As long as there is still a breath left, we will do our best to save them. Not abandoning and not giving up has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and integrated into their blood. As long as the veterans are still there, the military spirit will not be lost.

The newly joined soldiers will also be subtly influenced and then pass on the knowledge, so as long as an army is not completely wiped out, their heritage will not be broken.

After more than a dozen fierce battles, less than 40% of the veterans of the Second Battalion are left. But with these veterans and Yue Qianli, the Tiger King, the military spirit of the Second Battalion will live on forever.

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