The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

"Report, the Chinese army launched a large-scale counterattack, and the ministries could not resist it, and have already retreated..."

In fact, there is no need to report, the captain of the Devils Battalion, Jing Hirayama, also saw the situation of the collapse of the army in the binoculars, and his face was livid with anger when he saw the soldiers who were routed all over the mountains and plains.

They are the invincible Japanese imperial army, and now they are chased all over the mountains and plains by the Chinese guerrillas like bereaved dogs. If it gets out, where will his old face be put?

"Order!" Captain Ping Shanjing, whose seven orifices were smoking with anger, roared angrily: "Those who quit without permission! Kill without mercy!"

"Hi Yi!"

The devil's staff officers also felt the raging anger of the commander of the battalion, Hirayama, and hurriedly sent someone forward to deliver the order.

"All bayonets! Prepare to attack!"

Seeing the messengers rushing towards the battlefield, Captain Ping Shanjing tore off his thick Nizijun coat, pulled out the saber at his waist, and strided towards the defeated troops with a fierce look on his face. The direction of strides to walk.

And the devil officers behind him were all murderous and drew their knives to follow. The guards also pulled out the bayonets from the bayonet scabbards and slid them into the card slots, and followed their captain to meet him. Stepping into the battlefield silently against the current.

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The officers and soldiers of the guerrillas ran in the fields and ravines with the little devil's buttocks, killing the little devil who was running ahead from time to time.

Although the devil wanted to stabilize his position and build a defensive line several times, he was quickly beaten to pieces by the grenadiers following him and retreated again.

Faced with the overwhelming defeat, Captain Ping Shanjing of the Devil's Battalion even showed his steely and tough fighting style. He actually led a group of officers to stand up.

Captain Ping Shanjing held a knife and strode forward with a stern face. Behind him, the guards who had never participated in the battle had sharp bayonets and followed their captain with firm steps to meet the wolf-like guerrillas. and go.

"Push!"

A flustered devil soldier ran into Hirayama Jing's team while retreating for his life.

Captain Ping Shanjing's face flashed fiercely, and he raised his knife almost without hesitation to slash, and a fountain of blood spurted out like lightning and flint.

"what!"

The ghost soldier screamed, tilted his body, and fell into the mud pond next to him, splashing a stream of mud.

This unlucky ghost private soldier did not die in the hands of the guerrillas, but was hacked alive by their captain Ping Shanjing.

The leader of the devil group, Jing Ping Shan, suddenly burst into murder, which made all the devil soldiers who were about to retreat from here stagnate, and stopped their steps.

"Kill back! Those who retreat again will be killed without mercy!"

Captain Ping Shanjing stared fiercely at this group of subordinates who were flustered like bereaved dogs, and yelled loudly.

Faced with the vicious and violent captain Ping Shanjing and the murderous guards behind him, this group of more than ten devil soldiers knew in their hearts that if they retreated again, they would not escape the end of being beheaded.

And Captain Hirayama's appearance on the battlefield undoubtedly made these defeated devils find their backbone. Without the slightest hesitation, they turned around and rushed to the battlefield one after another.

"Attack! Those who retreat without permission will be killed without mercy!"

The devil's messengers galloped across the battlefield, repeating the orders of the commander Hirayama Takashi over and over again.

And Captain Ping Shanjing personally led people into the battlefield, which undoubtedly made those defeated Japanese soldiers feel ashamed.

They are the invincible Japanese imperial army, so they will become so cowardly and vulnerable, and soon the fierce light will be rekindled in their eyes, and they will wash away their shame with blood.

"Kill it back!"

The Squadron Leader, Small Leader, Sub-Captain and Sergeant Commander of the Devil Soldiers did not escape, and led their teams to turn around and fight back.

Under the leadership of the leader of the devil's battalion, Jing Hirayama, the devil soldiers who had been defeated like a mountain stopped their defeat, and returned to the battlefield screaming.

The guerrilla brothers who had been excitedly chasing after the devils also noticed the abnormality on the battlefield, because the devils in front did not escape, and they rushed back one by one with their bayonets straight.

"Gou Ri, something is wrong, why didn't the little devil run away?"

Hearing the screaming devil in front of him, the excited guerrilla brothers who rushed to kill stopped their steps one after another, full of doubts.

"Don't stop! Keep chasing!"

At this moment, Shen Biao, the battalion commander of the third guerrilla battalion, came up panting with the brothers of the spy company. Before he knew the situation, he saw the brothers stop and shouted loudly.

"Battalion Commander, the devils are back!" A brother shouted, pointing at the devils in padded coats and helmets in the gunpowder ahead.

"Afraid of an egg, scatter them!" Battalion Commander Shen Biao was so excited that he didn't pay attention to the little devil at all.

Seeing the battalion commander's arrogance, the brothers didn't hesitate any longer, and started again at a slightly stagnant pace, rushing forward to meet the devil soldiers.

"Brothers, kill the devils, I invite everyone to drink and eat meat!" Shen Biao, the commander of the third guerrilla battalion, shouted to boost morale while running.

"kill!"

The answer to Shen Biao was the screams of killing, and the brothers stepped on the scorched ground and blood, full of murderous intent.

On the two wings, a battalion commander Blacksmith, deputy battalion commander Dao Zi, and deputy battalion commander Luo Feng led the charge.

In the case of generally inferior weapons and equipment, the charge of grassroots officers can often boost morale.

Yang Ling, the commander-in-chief, was from the 74th Army. The 74th Army had fought countless bloody battles since the Battle of Songhu. The commander of the regiment and battalion must be the first in every battle. The casualty ratio of officers in each battle even exceeded that of ordinary soldiers.

It is precisely because of a group of grassroots officers who are not afraid of death that in just one year, the 74th Army has become an absolute main force from a new force formed during the Battle of Songhu. In Wanjialing, the 58th Army There are more than 1 brothers in the division, and only 500 people are left without retreating, relying on the indomitable momentum

Yang Ling and the others also inherited the tough fighting style of the 74th Army. The group of brothers he brought over have now all become company platoon officers of the Northern Subei Corps, so when fighting, they always take the lead and risk their lives.

Although the devils turned around one after another and came back screaming, the brothers of the Subei Corps were not afraid, and they were so excited that they greeted them as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

The officers and soldiers of the North Subei Corps are generally not as strong as the devils. When they were chasing just now, they couldn't catch up with the retreating devils. Now that the devils have come back, they are naturally happy. It's better than chasing all over the mountains and plains.

"Bang bang bang..."

The devil soldiers and the guerrilla officers and soldiers were almost all rushing towards each other, shooting while charging, the bullets roaring and the smoke filled the air.

Puff of blood kept splashing among the charging crowd on both sides. Many brothers in the front row were shot several times and were trembling with smoke, but they also stood firm and did not fall down.

This kind of face-to-face shooting is the cruelest, there is almost no place to hide, both sides are almost stepping forward with blood and corpses, fierce murderous intent is colliding wantonly.

In the head-on charge, the two sides only had time to fire two or three shots, and the two sides had already reached the bombing distance.

The red-eyed devil and the guerrilla officers and soldiers almost all moved in the same way, and the grenades and grenades that were smoking were smashed towards the place.

"Boom! Boom!"

Many grenades and grenades collided and exploded in mid-air. The people in the front row on both sides were blown to pieces, while the people behind them kept rushing forward without blinking their eyes.

"Kill Gaga!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"