The offensive was blocked one after another, and Major General Takahashi Taga became a little impatient.

Today is the first time that the 20th Division confronts the Independent Brigade. If the other party is allowed to annihilate a brigade of its own, the impact on the morale and morale of the army will be immeasurable.

Colonel Nakamura, the deputy captain of the 79th Wing, has personally led the team to attack, but the blocking force has a geographical advantage, and it is impossible to break through at once.

"I hope Yamaguchi-kun can hold on for a little longer!"

Takahashi Tagaji said in his heart.

"When will aviation support arrive?" he asked.

The staff officer with dark circles under his eyes hurriedly replied:

"The Aviation Command called back and it will take at least 40 minutes for the fighter jets to arrive on the battlefield!"

"Baga!" Takahashi Tagaji slammed the military telescope in his hand.

"The ones that have been circling above our heads were all reconnaissance planes, and bombers and fighter jets have just taken off from the airport!" the staff officer added.

"Why didn't the reconnaissance plane detect the Japanese ambush? The aviation force is really a disgrace to our military and the scum of the empire!"

Takahashi Tagaji, who was mentally unstable, cursed repeatedly.

The staff officer stood aside with his head lowered.

"Fire, fire!" Takahashi Tagaji shouted:

"Let the field artillery regiment not be stingy with artillery shells, I will use artillery fire to clear the way for the imperial army!"

"Hiyi!"

The staff officer hurried to deliver the order.

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"Captain, the Japanese artillery fire was so fierce that the third battalion responsible for blocking suffered heavy casualties!"

The regimental correspondent put down the phone and said to Zhang Shengqing.

Never underestimate the enemy's power at any time, even if the opponent is in dire straits.

Zhang Shengqing felt deeply about this sentence at this moment. The little devils on the road had now suffered 70% casualties, but they were still resisting and seemed to be getting more courageous as they fought.

"Inform the bugler to prepare to blow the charge horn!"

It's time for the bayonet to see red.

The gunshots on both sides of the road gradually became sparse. The ambushed little Japanese and the soldiers of the first and second battalions knew that the tranquility at this moment was to prepare for the stronger wind and rain.

Finally, five buglers from a regiment blew the charge horn at the same time.

The loud voice echoed over the narrow battlefield, dispelling all silence and igniting everyone's blood.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

The old tradition of the hero battalion is that officers always rush to the front of the team.

Yang Fugui held a gun in one hand and supported the ground with the other, leaping out of the trench.

Behind him, a battalion of more than 200 soldiers roared out of the trenches and rushed down the hillside.

The world was suddenly enveloped by the cry of killing, and the soldiers rushed to the road like a tide, rushing towards the more than 200 little Japanese who were stubbornly resisting.

"Da da da……"

The light and heavy machine guns remaining on the position opened fire one after another, and the Japanese firepower on the road was suppressed by the dense rain of bullets.

The raging wave finally approached the little devils and was swallowing them up bit by bit.

The heavy machine guns stopped roaring, and the two sides entered a moment of hand-to-hand combat. Only the sound of the collision of gold and iron and the painful screams of human beings could be heard.

"puff!"

Yang Fugui took the lead and rushed to the front. He easily knocked down a young Japs who was coming towards him, and then, without losing any momentum, kicked the second Japs in the chest.

The little devil immediately flew out, knocking over the other two companions who were trying to rush up.

Seeing how ferocious the company commander was, the morale of the soldiers in the first company was greatly shaken, and they all faced the little Japanese in twos and threes.

In the bayonet training of the independent brigade, many-on-one training is as important as one-on-one training. The soldiers almost instinctively gathered into a small group and rushed towards the little Japanese with their sharp bayonets.

Because they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the little Japs in the Yamaguchi Brigade gradually became exhausted. They gathered into a circle with the captain, Lieutenant Colonel Yamaguchi, as the center.

"Baga!" Yamaguchi yelled angrily in the crowd.

"You can't be considered a hero if you take a dozen or so. If you are a real warrior, you can fight one on one!"

The little Japs had no way out, and the bloody bayonets surrounded them like a forest. Cold light shot out from the sharp blade tips, and blood dripped off them.

"ah!"

One after another, the little Japanese screamed and rushed towards the independent brigade soldiers. The first and second battalions also fought in twos and threes. A group fight was about to develop into a single fight.

First Battalion Commander Jia Dalin is a veteran who has followed Jiangdong, and this is not the first time he has encountered such a situation.

Immediately, he carried a light machine gun through the crowd and came to the forty or fifty Japanese soldiers who were surrounded.

Seeing that there was a weapon, the officer arrived, and the surviving Japanese soldiers of the Yamaguchi brigade stopped their assassination attempt.

Even at this time, there was still no fear or retreat on their faces, but their eyes were filled with wild beast-like madness.

"Put down your weapons and spare your lives!"

"Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

Jia Dalin shook the light machine gun in his hand as he spoke.

Captain Yamaguchi pushed aside the Japanese soldiers who were protecting him, stepped forward and said in broken Chinese:

"You...there are many...I request...a duel!"

After hearing this, many soldiers had expressions of eagerness on their faces.

But Jia Dalin shook his head and repeated his words of surrendering his gun but not killing him. This was not the Middle Ages anymore, and dueling was long out of date.

"idiot!"

Several little Japanese soldiers pounced on Jia Dalin fiercely. They could see that Jia Dalin was an officer and wanted to make some contribution to His Majesty the Emperor's holy war before he died.

"Da da da……"

How could Jia Dalin, who was well prepared, give the little Japs this chance? A series of bullets knocked the overcoming Japs halfway.

"Bang bang bang!!!"

Upon seeing this, the soldiers on the side pulled the bolt, loaded the gun again and opened fire. Dozens of little Japs went to see their Amaterasu, and the corpse still had an extremely unwilling expression on its face.

"Ah! Bagaya road!"

The soldiers had a tacit understanding and did not shoot at the Japanese commander Yamaguchi Lieutenant Colonel.

Lieutenant Colonel Yamaguchi felt that his liver was about to explode with anger. He led his warriors into the encirclement without hesitation, in order to let the warriors die with the dignity of a samurai.

But now in China, the Chinese people don't even give them a chance to duel. Using a gun in hand-to-hand combat is the most shameful thing for a samurai.

"surrender?"

Jia Dalin repeated it again.

Yamaguchi threw away the pistol in his hand, bent down and picked up a 38-meter rifle with a bayonet, and looked at Jia Dalin with stern eyes.

The intention of the Japanese commander was obvious. Jia Dalin chuckled and threw the light machine gun into the arms of a soldier on the side. Another soldier very smartly handed him a rifle.

Both sides assumed a stabbing stance.

The soldiers on the side took a step back to leave enough space for the two commanders.

"ah!"

Yamaguchi roared and took the lead to take action, while Jia Dalin stood firmly on the spot, holding the gun meticulously.

Although the rifle was easy to use without a saber, Yamaguchi still gathered enough strength at this moment. The tip of the knife carried his unwillingness and frustration these days and rushed towards the officer who was close at hand.

"clang!"

The victory or defeat is decided at the moment when gold and iron meet.

Jia Dalin and Yamaguchi used almost the same thrusting movement, the only difference was in the strength of the spear tip.

Yamaguchi led his troops to run for nearly a kilometer before, and he spent a lot of energy in the battle just now. As soon as the two sides met, the rifle in Yamaguchi's hand was knocked away by a huge force.

The next moment, the bayonet on the tip of Jia Dalin's rifle was completely buried in Yamaguchi's chest.

"puff!"

Yamaguchi slowly knelt down, his hands firmly holding the rifle on his chest.

Blood was constantly flowing out of his mouth, and his wide-open eyes were full of disbelief.

"His Majesty the Emperor!"
Chapter completed!