Rebirth of the National Marshal

Fujita Tsuyoshi was at the outermost edge of the explosion and was not seriously injured, but his face was cut by a fragment, which looked very hideous. Two of the three squadron leaders from the Kwantung Army died directly in the explosion. This explosion claimed the lives of at least 300 people and injured more than 200 people.

"Who fired that shot just now? Find out and you'll be rewarded with 100 dollars. Damn, this kid must have stepped on dog shit when he went out." Mao Yuanshan said happily. In the end, it was found out that the person who fired the shot was a novice. This was the second shot she fired. Even he himself did not expect such a great result. He got 100 dollars just like that.

The huge explosion was heard by all the surrounding troops. The two Japanese battalions in the surrounding area also heard the noise. They sent several waves of reconnaissance troops to see what was going on. Unfortunately, they were all eaten up by the troops fighting on the periphery led by the chief of staff.

To be honest, the Japanese are used to being arrogant. They have always been the ones bullying the Chinese. No Chinese has ever taken the initiative to provoke them. Although this location is the Fourth Garrison Battalion, they believe that with only a battalion of 2000 people, the Chinese would not dare to come even if they were brave enough.

Mao Yuanshan's strategy is very correct. I will surround you and not attack you. I will rely on artillery to kill you. There is nothing else. I have a lot of artillery shells. If one is not enough, I will shoot you with two until you are killed. There are also light and heavy machine guns and snipers all around. As long as you come out, these machine guns will attack you. It is better for you to hide. Anyway, we don't plan to go in, so just let our artillery shells go in.

"Captain, the Japanese are nothing special. I think half of them are dead, and we haven't made any moves yet." Zhang Dashan and Zhuzi looked at the wall in front of them happily. They were originally thinking about how many people would die if they rushed in. Now it seems that no one died, and they just killed half of the Japanese inside.

"You two remember this, this is modern warfare. If a problem can be solved with artillery shells, don't use bullets. If a problem can be solved with bullets, don't use bayonets." Mao Yuanshan said meaningfully. He knew the psychology of Chinese soldiers in this era. Ammunition and weapons were far more important than lives. Mao Yuanshan had to make them understand that sometimes human life is the most important and is much more precious than these artillery shells and bullets.

The two men grinned at the same time. This means they are following you. If they followed others, let alone firing shells like this, just firing a dozen or so shells into the air would be a big deal. It's not like now, where they are throwing shells in recklessly. Even if they are hit by shells, the Japanese devils will be killed.

"The artillery company stops firing, everyone put on pistols, snipers pay attention to targets in the distance, heavy machine guns are on alert, charge in." Now is the time to charge, but looking through the telescope, there are no longer any people standing inside. It's just a military camp of several thousand square meters, and nearly 3000 shells have been thrown over. But if there are still people alive and kicking, then these people are all iron men.

Immediately, everyone advanced slowly according to the battle formation. No one knew whether the other side had any heavy firepower points, and no one dared to rush forward. In case a heavy machine gun base was not destroyed, a volley of bullets would kill more than a dozen people.

In Mao Yuanshan's opinion, the most important thing now is to accept his fate. In such a chaotic world, it is definitely not easy for him to form such a security team. If a large number of them die, he will be heartbroken.

The battle formation is that each squad is a unit, with those holding submachine guns walking in front and the rest holding grenades in one hand and their Mauser pistols in the other. In close combat, pistols have proven to be the best weapon. Back then, the Americans used the 1911 Colt pistol to make the Japanese lose their way, and the Mauser pistol can do the same now.

As they advanced, as long as they heard any noise ahead, the two submachine guns would immediately fire a volley of bullets, no matter what, until they died. If they came across a Jap devil's corpse, no one was allowed to go over and shoot directly. This was the order from the higher-ups, saying that the Jap devils had some kind of Bushido spirit, and as long as they were still alive, they would detonate the grenades on their bodies. If anyone dared to get close, they would be ready to die. These days, no one could go against their own lives.

Although the battle formation advanced a little slowly and wasted some ammunition, it definitely reduced casualties to a minimum. In ten minutes, it advanced about 500 meters and killed hundreds of Japanese devils. Only 12 people on its side died, 15 were seriously injured, and 20 were slightly injured.

"Captain, the Japanese have all retreated into their building. I estimate there are still several hundred people inside." Sun Desheng knew that his chance had come again, so he quickly reported to Captain Mao.

"What's there to be afraid of if you shrink back? What are you doing here like an idiot? Hasn't your artillery cooled down after such a long time? If not, just change the barrel. Since they don't want to come out, just use it as a grave for them. There has never been a shortage of dead Japanese in this world." To be honest, Sun Desheng was just waiting for Director Mao to say this. Although they were not stingy with shells during training, that was training and no blood was seen. It was too slow for their soldiers to grow. But it was different now. This was actual combat. One shell could leave more than a dozen people in pieces with flesh and blood flying all over them. It could also let their soldiers see how cruel the battlefield was. If they didn't want their comrades to become like this, as an artilleryman, they should work hard.

When ten infantry guns were lined up in front of the building, the Japanese soldiers inside were also dumbfounded. Since when did the Chinese treat them like this? They were all elite soldiers of the Empire of Japan, but now they were blocked here by a Chinese security group, and they were about to lose their lives. The gap was too big.

Even the security soldiers outside were wondering when they could treat the Japanese like this. In the past, whenever there was a war, they were chased by the Japanese like rabbits. In their eyes, the Japanese were the synonym of devil. If they encountered the Japanese, they would run as fast as possible. It turned out that it was possible to fight a war like this.

"Everyone inside listen, you have three minutes to lay down your weapons and surrender. We can treat the prisoners well. As long as you hand over the murderer who killed 86 civilians, we can give lighter punishment to the others. We will open fire immediately in three minutes." At this time, some reporters from the capital appeared, and there were also some foreigners. In this case, Mao Yuanshan gave the people inside a way to live, otherwise his reputation would be bad if the news got out.

According to the original plan, let alone giving these people some chance to survive, the entire building should be blown down directly, and there should be no more nonsense with the Japanese. But later Mao Yuanshan was glad for his decision.

"We the soldiers of the Great Japanese Empire will never surrender. Give up that ridiculous idea of ​​yours." Fujita Tsuyoshi said loudly while standing on the top floor. Mao Yuanshan looked at Fujita Tsuyoshi on the roof with a sneer. I gave you a way to live, but you didn't come out quietly. Now you are challenging me. You can't blame me if you die. Reporters from other countries also know about it, and they have recorded the situation here truthfully. We don't ask these guys to favor us, as long as we can report the real situation here. It's not that I didn't give you a way out, it's you who have to resist stubbornly.

Mao Yuanshan snapped his fingers, and the ten Type 92 artillery pieces nearby opened fire immediately. Bombarding a building at such a close distance made it possible to see clearly what was happening. Ten shells exploded inside the building, and the entire building seemed to be cut in half.

"You damned little Japs, let me show you what it was like when you used your cannons to attack us before. Now you damned Japs will have a taste of what it was like." The artillerymen skillfully replaced the shells while hitting these guys hard.

The Japanese were trying their best to resist, but the gap between their weapons and the enemy was too big. All their artillery pieces had been destroyed. Although they still had a few heavy machine guns, they had hidden themselves and did not come out. No matter how powerful your heavy machine guns were, they could not do anything to them. However, their artillery pieces could hit you, and the shells rained down on you.

In less than five minutes, the entire building suddenly collapsed. There might be some Japanese soldiers inside who are still alive, but they are seriously injured. Director Mao doesn't have the time to go and dig you out. It's your own bad luck. You must have starved to death in there, or even suffocated to death.

A reporter from Ta Kung Pao took a photo like this. A soldier from the security regiment was holding a Suomi submachine gun in his hand and a Mauser pistol on his waist, with several soldiers following behind him. He saw a Japanese devil with his hands raised not far away, who seemed to be seriously injured. The soldier quickly ran over and pressed the wound on his chest with his first aid kit, waiting for the photographer to press the shutter.

When the photographer pressed the shutter, the scene changed. The soldier stood up and kicked him, and then a volley of bullets killed the guy.

"Wang Yousheng, you son of a bitch, that was a wounded soldier. Who told you to shoot him to death with a submachine gun? What's your pistol for? Don't you know how to save bullets?" His squad leader scolded him from behind. Although he was already the deputy squad leader, the squad leader was from the same village as him, and according to seniority he had to call him uncle, so he could only accept the scolding with his neck shrunk.

"Sergeant, the regiment commander said not to worry about wasting bullets. Besides, if that bastard had taken the grenade, my pistol might have exploded when I tried to take it out." Wang Yousheng said somewhat aggrievedly. He had always done what the regiment commander said, so why did it go wrong when it came to the squad leader?

"Shut up, kid! I'm going to beat you up right now. You did what the commander said. Do you know how much ammunition we consumed? See that horse-drawn carriage over there? 50 of them." Looking in the direction the squad leader pointed, the carriage was not small. It could carry 30 ammunition boxes. It took 50 carriages of ammunition to solve the battle.

Look at the submachine gun in his hand. He just fired seven or eight bullets. It is said that each person in the 29th Army only has 20 bullets. These were sold to him by our regiment commander. In the past, there were not even ten bullets. Compared with those people, he is really lucky. Following the regiment commander, he will definitely not suffer any loss. He can earn ten dollars a month, not to mention the admiring look his wife gives him.

"What are you doing? Zhang Dashan, collect all these weapons and equipment for me." Director Mao saw that his battalion commander was actually chatting with a reporter, and it seemed that the reporter was very shy. This guy is good at picking up girls, but why doesn't he know to let his brothers clean up the battlefield.