Rebirth of the National Marshal

"Fire as hard as you can with the machine guns. Don't use rifles. Switch to pistols. Send the grenades up quickly. Throw them to the Japanese when you see them. Be careful. They are about to attack. Hold on. Don't let them in. If they come in, we will all be finished." Mao Yuanshan said as he rushed up carrying a box of grenades.

When the security team heard what Mao Yuanshan said, they looked outside and saw that it was true. The Japanese were really risking their lives and came up under the rain of bullets. At the most tense moment, they threw several grenades in. They didn't even hide their grenade launchers.

"Brothers, this is the last round of attack from the Japanese. Crush them." Mao Yuanshan said loudly as he threw out a grenade. In fact, they couldn't see clearly what was happening outside at this time, and they didn't have the time to look. They just knew to throw out the grenades.

Whenever a machine gunner died, the ones behind him would immediately charge forward. The grenadiers' arms were already sore, but no one stopped because they all knew that if they didn't stop them now, they would be the ones to die.

More than a dozen boxes of grenades were thrown out in an instant. For the Japanese, this was a hell. There were several grenades waiting for each person, and those light and heavy machine guns were firing bullets as if they were free.

Sato watched the whole scene with tears in his eyes. There were less than thirty people left, and he was a little scared. To be honest, on Chinese soil, they, the Japanese, had never been afraid before, but at this moment, death was so close to him.

Soon this guy no longer needed to be afraid, because the mortar had already discovered them, and several shells whizzed over, making them feel that the end was coming.

A shell exploded not far from Sato, and the shrapnel instantly entered the guy's body. It was certain that he would not survive. With a trace of unwillingness, Sato Hisahi pledged allegiance to their emperor.

After Sato died, the remaining people basically lost their confidence to fight. Why were these people different from the Chinese they had met before? Didn't the Chinese surrender when they saw the Imperial Japanese Army? When did they become so strong?

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers didn't even care about the corpses on the ground and just ran away with their men. To them, this place was a terrible hell that was eroding their lives every moment.

"Captain, it seems those damn Japanese devils have run away." Zhang Dashan glanced outside. He hadn't heard the sound of the Type 38 rifle for a long time. It was impossible that we killed all those Japanese devils. They must have run away.

"Haha, this is the so-called Bushido spirit. They are still no match for us. We should really take a picture and post it online." Upon hearing this, Mao Yuanshan hurried over to take a look, and sure enough, there was no one outside.

"Captain, what net? What are you talking about?" Zhang Dashan on the side didn't quite understand what the captain meant.

"It's nothing. Go check on the wounded. There are only a few Japanese soldiers in the city. Don't be afraid of them. Send all our people to the hospital." He realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly found an excuse to divert these people's attention. Otherwise, if they really asked about the matter, he really didn't know how to explain it to them.

After hearing what Mao Yuanshan said, the smiles on their faces disappeared although they were originally very happy. The bodies scattered on the ground also proved that they had suffered heavy casualties. Originally, there were more than 300 people in the security team, and with the addition of the dozens of people who came from Director Ma's side, only half of them were able to fight now, and there were more than a dozen seriously injured.

Two of the fifteen clone soldiers died. They were created to be no different from ordinary people. No emotion could be seen on the faces of the other clone soldiers, but they also had an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"Brothers, don't be sad. We all died for the backbone of the Chinese people and to defend our country. These brothers will not die in vain. Pass my order down. The families of each of the dead must send me 200 yuan. Those who have elderly and children at home must send me three yuan every month. Even if our military pay is not paid, we must give it to them first." Many people felt enlightened after hearing Mao Yuanshan's words. It turned out that here was different from other places. In other places, as long as you die, you basically have nothing. Here, not only will you get a pension, but you will also get living expenses every month. Even if you die gloriously, food and drink for the whole family will not be a problem.

Money was nothing to Mao Yuanshan at the moment. As long as he wanted it, he could have it immediately. He had thought about giving more money, but in this era, having more money in the family was not a good thing. It might even bring a lot of trouble. Not everyone was a good person.

The results of the battle were soon counted. On the security team side, 113 people died, 12 were seriously injured, and 20 were slightly injured. It can be said that the casualties were huge, but the casualties on the Japanese side were similar to our side.

There were more than 150 Japanese soldiers in a squadron plus various miscellaneous troops, totaling about people. Only less than of them ran back, and the rest all died here.

Mao Yuanshan felt that this victory came somewhat bitterly. According to his thinking, his side had already had the advantage of time, place and people, so why did so many people die? He had felt that half a month of intensive training was enough, but unfortunately he found out on the battlefield that the training was far inferior to that of the Japanese devils and was not on the same level.