Rebirth of the Northern Giants

Proficient in Zhongtiaoliu swordsmanship, he unhurriedly drew out his command saber, and stared fiercely at Zhang Ga like a wolf.

After wiping the blood, sweat and rain off his face, Zhang Ga suddenly felt a chill behind him, before turning around in time, Zhang Ga slammed the bayonet across his back.

With a crisp ding, a huge force came from the bayonet, Zhang Ga rolled over like an old donkey, and quickly stood up.

The person who attacked him just now turned out to be a hunchback major, who was standing opposite him with a half-bowed body and stared at him solemnly. Zhang Ga stared back without showing any weakness, but his right hand holding the bayonet couldn't stop trembling, and the blood flowed smoothly. Leave it with the butt of the gun" His right ring finger was just cut off by Shaoyi Quantian.

"Baga, Chinese people, today is your death day." Quantian Shaoyi screamed wildly, and rushed forward waving his command saber.

"Grandpa, you went underground and told Hades that I, Zhang Ga, killed you!" Zhang Ga didn't even want to show weakness verbally.

At this moment," all movements around him have stopped, and the sound of fighting in his ears has also disappeared.

Ping, ding, ding!

The two passed by each other, but fought seven or eight knives in the blink of an eye.

Time continued to run, and the voice returned to the ear.

Quantian Shaoyi put the saber on the ground with his body pressed against the handle of the saber.

"People from China, I, Quantian Shaoyi, died unjustly!" After finishing speaking, Quantian Shaoyi fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Zhang Ga held the deep wound on his chest, and tore off a piece of clothing, " Enduring the severe pain, he took a deep breath, and bandaged it tightly!

Looking around, there are only a dozen brothers left in a platoon" and all of them are wounded and are still fighting bloody battles.

Bros!Wait for me" Picking up the bayonet, Zhang Ga rushed towards the other hunchback without hesitation.

"Nie Shuai, the Fifth Battalion's position was breached, and they fought with the hunchbacks with bayonets." The messenger with a blood-soaked rag on his head said anxiously.

Nie Shicheng looked left and right, there was no one left to send except his personal soldiers, Sun Wanling's army had already blocked him, and Cheng Yunhe's personal soldiers had already reached the front line.

He could feel that the hunchback's attack was different than usual "like a deathbed bite.

"Bring the old man's sword!" Nie Shicheng tied his clothes.

"A concubine!"

"Let's go, follow the old man on the battlefield. Old General Feng can fight on the front line. How can I, Nie Shicheng, be a coward? I can advance but never retreat! There is no enemy but me!" Nie Shicheng took big strides and rushed out without hesitation.

The sky is shining slightly" The heavy rain that has been falling all night has finally stopped, and a round of red sun is about to quietly rise over the sea.

Fang Boqian paced back and forth on the Jiyuan bridge anxiously, not looking into the distance.

"Guard belt, pipe belt! A fleet appears in the east!" Gap Wangshou was the first to discover the situation, and immediately passed the news to Fang Boqian.

Fang Boqian was overjoyed, and was about to ask a question, when the messenger shouted excitedly: "It's the Zhenyuan, a ship of our Beihai Fleet. Take care, reinforcements are here."

The rest of the sailors on the ship involuntarily raised their hands high and shouted wildly.

"Hurry up, let's go to meet them! Si Shi announces the good news to the front line!" Fang Boqian cried with joy.

"Yes, pipe tape!"

In the Chinese and Japanese positions, gunpowder smoke scattered, and gunshots continued in some places. Corpses from both sides piled up like mountains, blood flowed profusely, and the squadron's flag was still floating in the air.

The commander of the Fourth Brigade of the Japanese Army, Major General Fushimi Sadaai, looked at the central flag fluttering in the sun through the binoculars, and felt that it was so dazzling.

"Your Excellency, Major General, Major General Yamaguchi Sotomi was captured by the Chinese. There is no news from His Excellency, Division Commander. It is estimated that there will be more or less luck. The other regiments have been completely lost. We are left in the Second Division." A Japanese army staff officer lamented. cried and said

"Really? Are we the only ones left in the second division?" Fushimi Zhenai stood up on her knees, looking at the three hundred people behind him with mixed expressions of bewilderment, numbness, and resignation, still breathing Most of these soldiers are still seriously injured.

"Chief of Staff, when will His Excellency Kuroki's reinforcements arrive?" Fushimi Zhenai said coldly.

The staff officer wiped away his tears and replied in a cold voice: "The reinforcements of the Eighth Division delayed their marching speed last night due to the rain. Even if they abandoned some weights, it will be noon today at the latest to resist this place."

"Then, Oda-kun, please excuse me!" Fushimi Zhenai calmly pulled out her assistant.

"Hi Yi!" The chief of staff stood behind him, holding a sword in his hand, and watched as Fushimi Zhenai stabbed the assistant into his chest.

Then he raised the sword and slashed down, beheading Fushimi Zhenai's head.

When the surrounding Japanese soldiers saw Zizi, they also took out guns or knives. After a burst of gunshots, more than 300 Japanese soldiers fell to the ground in a mess.

Nie Shicheng was sitting on a bloody stone, panting loudly, surrounded by several of his personal guards who were also standing with injuries all over their bodies.

"Once you are done with everything, the hunchback's will to resist is much stronger than the Russians." Nie Shicheng looked at the hunchback whose body was still facing forward after death, and said worriedly.

"Nie Shuai, no matter how strong the will of a hunchback is, it will be the fate of the country and the family." A soldier half propped up his body" replied with firm eyes.

"Report, Nie Shuai, the casualties of each army have been counted." The signal soldier rushed over and handed over a military document to Nie Shicheng.

After a night of fighting, hand-to-hand combat occurred in many places." However, the squadron insisted on withstood the attack of the hunchbacks with their unyielding spirit.

Nie Shicheng spread out the statistical documents on the stone surface, and his lips trembled involuntarily when he saw the cold figures on the surface.

Overnight, the army reduced its personnel by more than 4 people. Adding the number of casualties in the past few days, it has reached more than 8000 people. Of the more than 1 troops, there are only Z Dalai people left. Of course, "the reason why there was such a large loss last night , in addition to the hunchback putting all his eggs in one basket." It has nothing to do with the fact that the squadron also sent disabled soldiers to the battlefield.

"Is Zhou Jiaen also killed?" Nie Shicheng muttered to himself, tears streaming down his face.

8000 people, 2000 soldiers, and only [-] left." The right-wing commander of the Republic of China Army, Major General Zhou Jiaen, was killed and became the first Chinese general to die in Japan." Several senior generals also died, can he not be heartbroken?

The surrounding soldiers bowed their heads in silence.

"Let's go, follow me to see Zhou Jiaen." Nie Shicheng stood up and said with such a sullen expression.

When they were two children, Zuo Baogui and Jiang Guati saw Nie Shicheng drinking alone in the command post.

Nie Shicheng was covered with gauze all over his body, but there was a jug of small wine by the bed." He drank vigorously regardless of his throat.

"Are you here?" Nie Shicheng said lightly.

"Gong Ting, please forgive me!" Zuo Baogui felt very uncomfortable seeing Nie Shicheng like this, and only hated himself for not arriving earlier.

He landed and arrived here an hour after the end of the war." On the other side, he heard bad news: the Japanese army counterattacked wildly yesterday, and there were only Zda people left in the first landing force.

"Shocked", blamed himself, suffered, he felt as uncomfortable as Nie Shicheng.

Zuo Baogui recalled the situation when he walked all the way from the position just now. There were mourners everywhere, the battalion was full of wounded soldiers, soldiers carrying stretchers were packing up for their own soldiers everywhere, there were broken arms and limbs everywhere, blood had already stained the soil of the position red , Seeing such a tragic situation, he didn't know what to say.

After hastily taking over his own position, Zuo Baogui hurried to visit Nie Shicheng in the sub-command post with Jiang Hangti.

"Guanyan, have a drink with me first!" Nie Shicheng took a glass of wine and handed it to Zuo Baogui with no expression on his face.

"Gong Ting, it's all my fault!" Zuo Baogui picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

Nie Shicheng's eyes were so moist, he choked up and said, "Time and fate, how can I blame you."