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The shouts of killing are getting closer and closer!

Shimada looked silently at the enemy who was approaching and bravely rushing to death in a daze.

How did it fail? Is it because the enemy suddenly added reinforcements to a regular regiment? This is probably just a superficial reason. Only after personally experiencing it can Shimada have a clear and accurate judgment of the local troops of the Third Column.

In front of the majestic and silent commander, the Japanese wounded soldiers were lying on the ground, gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, holding grenades and waiting for their last moment. The minor wounded soldiers who could barely fight were smashing and destroying their equipment, ready to welcome the last moment.

The vision is clearer. The chaotic Imperial Army is surrendering in large numbers or fleeing backwards, but the ending is already destined and they cannot escape the fate of destruction.

Shimada closed his eyes in pain and cut the rib into his abdomen. He felt the pain, not only his body but his heart also.

When he was dying, his mind was extremely clear. From the beginning of the sweeping, the endless tricks of the enemy were a headache. The brave and fighting imperial soldiers had almost no chance to show their skills. The tactics of the crooked door slanting were really amazing and shocked, a talented student who had been trained for many years in regular military academy.

...Unest estimates are the biggest cause of defeat. And formal tactics and thinking are no longer applicable to troops like the Third Column. The messy but very effective tactics and tactics have left the Imperial soldiers at a loss and suffered a lot of losses. Unfortunately, I woke up too late and could not report these experiences and lessons, making other locust troops alert and adjust. It would be too late, and there would be losses. I don’t know how many more Imperial soldiers would die on the battlefield where they fought against the Third Column…

Shimada endured the severe pain and stroked horizontally, blood rushing. His consciousness quickly blurred and his head hung weakly.

………

Yang Tianfeng exhaled a strong white air and looked around the battlefield. The blood was everywhere, the dead bodies were everywhere, and the broken limbs were everywhere. The soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, and screams came from time to time. They were the soldiers dealing with the wounded Japanese soldiers.

"Hahahaha, I won, the Japanese were killed." Song Qingpu, not far away, raised his head and laughed, but found that his voice was hoarse.

"Sanitation officer, go and rescue and bandage." Yang Tianfeng handed the spear in his hand to the guard and pointed anxiously at Song Qingpu, whose body was covered in blood.

"What are you doing? I'm fine, I'm not hurt at all. Go and treat others." Song Qingpu was almost pushed down by the health officer, and hurriedly reached out and pushed it away, explaining with amusement and tears.

"You guys don't say you guys left me a half of the Japanese, and let my bayonet taste the meat." Yang Tianfeng felt relieved when he knew that Song Qingpu and Guo Songlin were fine.

"Oh, this matter is a big deal." Guo Songlin crawled down the rod and grinned, "The chief led the way, rushed bravely and killed the Japanese. This reputation is great. Next time, I will definitely keep it for the chief next time."

The blood on Song Qingpu's clothes quickly freezes, and it's hard to feel uncomfortable. He moved his body hard and said, "There are too few Japanese, I'm not satisfied yet! It sounded quite mysterious before, but I was thinking about how capable a Japanese like a three-inch nail could be? That's all!"

"Damn it! Just blow it!" Yang Tianfeng rolled his eyes and let out a long breath, "Where is bloody battle, I try to avoid it. But without such a cruel battle, when will the team become a hero of a hundred battles? You must always catch the sting training. It's not that you have to fight with the Japanese in person, but mainly because you have to train this spirit and you can stabilize the battle when you encounter hand-to-hand combat."

"Sir, wise." Guo Songlin nodded in agreement, pointed to the group of prisoners of the Imperial Army in the distance and said: "Especially for dealing with these guys, the bayonet can scare their courage as soon as it shines."

In the distance, groups of confiscated Imperial Army soldiers squatted on the ground with their necks shrank, with two or three hundred people. The continuous march and combat made them tired, hungry and extremely tired.

"Catch your troops and rest for three hours, and then--" Yang Tianfeng withdrew his gaze from these cowards, his tone became more confident and firm. He waved his arm and pointed hard, "Pun the city."

…………………

The night clouds grew deeper and the moon gradually shone. The sky changed from silver red to purple blue, from purple blue to light green several times.

More than a dozen cavalrymen, fifty or sixty Japanese, more than two hundred imperial soldiers, as well as some mules and horses, slowly emerged from the night and slowly advanced towards the county town. The imperial soldiers carried the stretcher and dragged their tired steps, slowly approaching the county town gate.

"Release the suspension bridge quickly. Chief Kono is seriously injured and needs treatment immediately." A distance from the city gate, a Japanese man riding a horse shouted impatiently.

"It's Lord Kono who is back." The Japanese in the bunker were surprised. It was the time to come back. Chief Kameda had called several times and asked whether the friendly troops would return.

"Call the phone quickly and call the medical staff." Another Japanese rushed out to lay the suspension bridge, and did not forget to instruct other Japanese.

Cry, Cry, the suspension bridge was put down, and the Japanese outside the trench entered one after another, most of the faces were covered with dust and their clothes were wrinkled. It seemed that they were suffering a lot.

"I'm so tired, drink some hot water." Several Japanese men muttered and walked towards the two bunkers. After a while, several muffled groans came out from it.

"Occupy the commanding heights and send a signal." Yang Tianfeng waved his hand vigorously, and several groups took action separately. Some touched the house next to him, and some climbed the city wall along the steps.

"Three long and two short." Zhou Zhizhong looked at the flashlight in the distance, narrowed his eyes, waved his hand behind him, and the dark soldiers bent over and moved forward quickly.

In the city, a group of patrolling Japanese soldiers came over in neat formations.

"Is there anything wrong here?" the Japanese officer took a flashlight and took a photo on the face of the Japanese soldier who was standing guard in front of the bunker, asking routinely.

"Report to yourselves, everything is normal here." The sentry stood at attention and replied.

The Japanese officer did not doubt it. He looked around and suddenly shone the suspension bridge with a flashlight and said suspiciously: "Why is the suspension bridge put down?"

"Ah, that's it." The Japanese sentry turned sideways and shouted to the bunker: "Your Excellency, please explain to you about the suspension bridge."

"I understand." The bunker replied loudly, and then the black muzzle stretched out.

The Japanese officer widened his eyes and before he could speak, "Dadada..." the machine gun suddenly opened fire, and the flames licked at the patrol team, and the machine gun in another bunker also fired fiercely.

In the quiet dark night, gunfire sounds spread far away, and more than a dozen Japanese soldiers were shot into "sieve" by machine guns in an instant.

When gunfire sounded, people shouted and neighed in the county town, and it was a mess. Zhou Zhizhong led a large number of soldiers to rush across the suspension bridge and kill them to the county town.

Although the Japanese dug trenches and built bunkers at the gate of the county town, they did not build barricades and other fortifications in the town. In other words, once the city wall is broken, the Japanese can basically have no danger to defend, and their arrogance has finally tasted the bitter fruit.

From the city gate to the street, there were crowds running everywhere, with explosions flashing on the ground, on the house, behind the trees. Gunshots mixed with shouts and scolding, and bullets were storming in the air.

Before the enemy could organize resistance, the soldiers of the Third Column and the Sixty-first Regiment had already rushed up bravely. They were like a group of tigers, rushing around without a sound.

Shotx guns shot head-on, machine guns, and mausoleum guns fired at one point, and grenades kept throwing. The snipers either followed the attacking troops, or climbed up buildings or roofs, and used cold guns to snipe exposed enemies.

Fast, fierce, fierce, except for leaving a company to continue to control the city gate, the other troops rushed forward like a torrent, led by the prisoners of the Imperial Army, and rushed forward desperately along the streets of the county town.

The Third Column dispatched more than 300 people, and the Sixty-first Regiment was a reinforcement battalion. The more than 800 troops were nearly three times more than the enemies in the county. However, the Japanese in the county only had a pitiful team, and there were more than 200 imperial troops who could not stand the battle.

"Fire, fire, block the door." Kameda, who was blocked in the barracks, did not know the specific situation, but the enemy had already fought here, so he could only fight hard.

"Your Excellency, I am willing to lead my troops to counterattack, repel the enemy, and open the path." The Japanese Staff took a step forward and said with his chest straight.

Kameda turned around, looked at the gunshots and explosions on both sides, and nodded solemnly, "All the soldiers are handed over to you, and you must fight back the enemy."

"Hayi, please rest assured." The Japanese staff officer stood at attention and ran down the roof.

How could this happen? Kameda had a gloomy face. The sudden change in the situation made him difficult to understand. He didn't understand where the error occurred. He lost contact with the radio station of Kawano's headquarters. He only knew that he was fighting hard at that time, but he could hardly imagine that he would be wiped out.

Street fighting was underway, and the Japanese counterattack troops met with a company of the Third Column on a narrow road on the street. The Japanese soldiers, with about thirty people and fifty or sixty imperial assistants, fought back fiercely under the command of the Japanese staff. The Japanese staff twisted their faces and roared loudly. The Japanese soldiers also had their faces ferociously and made fierce screams.

Several hopper guns sprayed dense iron sand and lead balls at close range. The smoke and fog caused by continuous spraying made people blurred their sight.

In order to capture the county town, Yang Tianfeng led the elite troops in the army, mostly wearing anti-spike vests, and concentrated sharp weapons such as shotguns, machine guns, etc. A Japanese who was caught off guard was killed and suffered heavy casualties.

Kill, kill, the soldiers on both sides shouted and collided, and the three columns had a clear advantage.
Chapter completed!