On a high ground outside Parker City, the commander of the 33rd Division, Shizuoi Shizuo put down his telescope and immediately shouted at the communications staff officer: "Tell me the order and start the third wave of crossing the river immediately! Hurry up, don't lose the opportunity and never come again!"

The Chief of Staff of the Japanese Attack Toyosaki, who was standing aside, couldn't help but reminded: "Saki-Kun, we have invested 9,000 troops now. If we carry out the third crossing of the river strike, we will only have one infantry regiment left!

Is this too risky?"

Although there are currently five or six thousand people in close contact with the Chinese army, which seems to be an excellent opportunity to make a breakthrough, the Chinese army on the other side alone has more than 100,000.

With the infantry corps without heavy firepower support, it is not too difficult to tear open the defense line along the river, but it is difficult to take this opportunity to gain a foothold and establish a stable bridgehead position in one fell swoop.

Although the Japanese army is not as numerous as the Chinese army, and the various factions are incompatible with each other, many times the commanders like to keep their strength.

However, individuals will have selfish intentions. If you fight all the elites at once and pay an unbearable price of casualties, you will be in vain in the end. In that case, it will undoubtedly be an unimaginable nightmare for the 33rd Division!

"Don't worry too much, how can there be no risk in fighting?"

Knowing Feng Qiwu's inner thoughts, Jujing Shengsan waved his hand unconsciously, and then pointed his hand forward: "Baga, more than 5,000 imperial soldiers on the other side are fighting bloody battles with the Chinese army, using their flesh and blood to buy us time.

At this time, we have no other choice except moving forward! As long as we can firmly occupy the defense line of the Chinese army on the other side, the chariot troops of the Great Japanese Empire can cross the river and continuously expand their advantages!"

After a pause, Sakai Sanyan said with a fierce look: "Even if our infantry regiment is fighting all, aren't there any of the most elite guard divisions in the Empire behind us?

I don't believe that the powerful and elite Imperial Army will lose to the Chinese army after a close fight!"

In this case, except for the continuous increase in fuel, Jujing Shengsan really has no other way. He can't treat the two Japanese soldiers who have crossed the river as abandoned sons and let them die, right?

As for how many people will die, and whether they can attack as they wish, Jujing Sekisan has not considered that much now!

"Soga!"

Feng Qiwu nodded slightly, and he also knew that unless he was willing to let the more than 5,000 imperial soldiers in front of him survive, he could only continue to launch attacks and continuously strengthen his offensive advantage!

"Brothers, kill me!"

Luo Shaochen, the commander of the 810th Regiment of the 403rd Brigade, led the way with 2,100 soldiers to the battlefield in one go. Without saying a word, he lit up the Maoser's assault pistol and pulled the trigger at the Japanese soldiers holding a bayonet at their comrades.

Bang, almost at the same time, a blood hole appeared in the Japanese vest, and a strange blood flower bloomed.

By the plop, the Japanese soldiers fell to the ground with infinite resentment and turned into a lifeless corpse.

"Thank you for helping me!"

In front of this Japanese, a Chinese soldier was half lying on the ground, with several bloody holes stabbed by bayonets. Fortunately, they were not fatal injuries, otherwise they would have been unable to hold on.

However, in this life-and-death chaotic melee battlefield, once you are injured and lose your mobility, it is very difficult to survive!

"Brother, take care of yourself!"

Luo Shaochen sighed lightly, and at this time he had no time to save the injured and fell to the ground. He could only bite the bullet and continue to rush forward, holding his pistol and shooting Japanese soldiers madly.

"Kill!"

Behind Luo Shaochen, more than 2,100 officers and soldiers of the 810th Regiment held pistols, held rifles equipped with bayonets, and carried large blades. They roared and joined the battlefield and started an unprecedented close-knit battle with five or six thousand Japanese soldiers.

Except for the 809th Regiment, which was seven kilometers away, still stationed on the spot to guard the river defense line, the remaining 8,000 officers and soldiers of the 135th Division were all engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

Bang bang bang bang, after a round of bullets was shot out, Luo Shaochen had no time to change the magazine, but he still put the Mauser pistol on the ground, and then pulled out a large knife made of steel from his back.

"Damn, go to death!"

Luo Shaochen slid forward, held the sword tightly in both hands and slashed at the Japanese neck!

The knife fell with your hands!

Puchi, a crisp sound of flesh and blood splitting came, and a big head flew out directly, and then a burst of passionate blood was sprayed out!

"Baga!"

When a Japanese Chief Cao saw the Chinese colonel commander and chopped off his compatriot's heads, his eyes turned red. He shouted and stabbed Luo Shaochen's back heart with a bayonet.

"Be careful with the team!"

At this time, Ou Kangheng, the guard who was following Luo Shaochen, quickly reminded him loudly, then left the enemy in front of him, rushed over and stabbed the Japanese Cao Chang's heart.

"Baga!"

Under a fatal threat, the Japanese soldiers had to give up their target and instead attack Ou Kangheng.

This Japanese devil Cao Chang was extremely skilled in assassination. Although he was passive in the fight, he adjusted his condition in just over a second. He first tried hard to snatch Ou Kangheng's bayonet.

Immediately afterwards, the Japanese Chang Chang snatched the 38th cover of the military snail, and the 38th cover was inserted into the snail, like a poisonous snake. Before Ou Kangheng could react, the bright bayonet pierced into Ou Kangheng's heart.

The Japanese Chang Cao suddenly pulled out the bayonet, and a stream of red blood gushed out.

"ah!"

A sudden pain came. Ou Kangheng subconsciously looked down and saw a blood hole pierced in his heart, and blood kept shooting out.

Immediately afterwards, Ou Kangheng felt his strength disappear quickly and his body began to become soft and weak. He knew that he really wanted to explain this time!

"Brothers! Kill a few more Japanese for me!"

Ou Kangheng's body became weak and fell to the ground. He completely buried in a foreign land with endless resentment and hatred!

"Ah, little Ouzi! Damn it, come and take your life!"

As soon as Luo Shaochen turned around, he saw the guards who had been following him for many years stabbed to death by the Japanese in order to save him, and a huge wave suddenly rose.

At the fury level, Luo Shaochen's speed and strength reached the limit. He suddenly took a few steps forward, rushed to the Japanese Chief Cao, swung his big sword and chopped the abominable head.

"Baga!"

The Japanese military officer cursed, Yiran was not afraid to carry the 38th hood to block the front.

However, just as the Japanese soldiers raised their guns to block the enemy with confidence, an extremely powerful force came to slash, and the extremely solid 38 cover was cut off directly.

However, the machete with great force still had not yet disappeared. In the flash, it cut off the Japanese from their necks with a crack, directly cutting off half of the Japanese body!

"ah!"
Chapter completed!