Hoshimoto Hiromitsu, the commander of the Japanese Field Artillery Regiment, had just fallen asleep when a red signal flare rose in the sky.

Ever since the shells were fired, Hashimoto Hiromitsu has lived a life of fear every day.

As an imperial warrior, he went to the battlefield without fear for His Majesty the Emperor's holy war.

But what he was afraid of was having no weapons in his hands and dying in vain.

With nothing to do every day, Hashimoto Hiromitsu missed his wife and children far away in his hometown more and more, and missed his warm little courtyard.

The beautiful scenes of his past life appeared before his eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the current dilemma of the field artillery regiment.

In the dream, he seemed to have returned to the world full of cherry blossoms, with his wife nestled in his arms and his children happily beside him.

"Susususu..."

The dust falling from his head and the continuous shaking of the ground woke him up from his sleep.

After opening his eyes, he realized that this was a battlefield in a foreign country, and the warm life was thousands of miles away.

"Boom boom boom..."

Outside the house, artillery roared, and soldiers screamed and shouted one after another.

"Your Excellency, the Commander... Your Excellency, the Commander..."

The adjutant ran in disgraced,

"Yeah, that person is attacking us, and our outer positions are about to be lost..."

There was no light in the room, and the bright light from the explosion outside came in from time to time, reflecting the pale faces of the adjutant and Hashimoto Hiromitsu.

"boom!"

An artillery shell exploded in the next room, and several communications soldiers in the wing headquarters screamed and then fell silent.

The tiles and gravel fell down, and Hashimoto Hiromitsu stood in a daze, his thoughts going nowhere.

"Your Excellency, the Commander... Your Excellency, the Commander... please ask the brigade commander for help quickly, the warriors can't resist it anymore..."

The adjutant dragged Hashimoto Hiromitsu out of the house and shouted loudly in his ears.

Hashimoto Hiromitsu looked blankly at Dama Village, which was under fire. The gunshots from the periphery gradually became clearer and clearer. He muttered in a very thin voice:

“Has this moment finally come?

Why is Jiangdong not even willing to give us a few hours of his time?"

The adjutant protected his head with one hand and held Hashimoto Hiromitsu tightly with the other. It was his sacred mission to protect the safety of the commander.

Two or three more major officers rushed in from outside, and everyone was waiting for Hashimoto Hiromitsu to make up his mind.

Seeing everyone's nervous and expectant eyes, Hashimoto Hiromitsu smiled miserably and slowly shook his head,

"Yeah, that person has been planning for a long time. Your Excellency the brigade commander and the infantry regiment must have also been attacked. Now we have to rely on ourselves!"

The expressions of the officers all darkened, and one person said anxiously:

"We are artillery. Many warriors don't even have a bayonet in their hands. This... this... this..."

Hashimoto Hiromitsu quietly listened to the situation on the battlefield, and he found that gunshots and shouts were coming from all directions.

The field artillery regiment has been surrounded by people. It has no weapons and no reinforcements. If it wants to resist the enemy, it can only use its fists.

Knowing that he had no way out, he calmed down a lot.

"The guard brigade has weapons in hand. You can bring the warriors to assist the guard brigade in defending. If the people in front die, the people behind can just pick up their weapons.

If you can hold on until dawn, you may still have a chance of survival!"

The officers looked at each other, with expressions of despair and struggle in their eyes.

Hashimoto Hiromitsu slowly opened his mouth and said something that shocked everyone,

"We are artillery. We did not do much harm to the Chinese people during the war. If some people don't want to die, we can let them surrender. Jiangdong is a real soldier. Those who want to surrender should be able to see the end of the war.

That day."

The adjutant and several major officers were shocked. The warriors of the Japanese Empire chose to surrender. It was a betrayal to His Majesty the Emperor and the Yamato nation.

It cannot be tolerated under any circumstances!

"Bagaya road!"

An officer immediately drew his saber,

"Surrender is a cowardly act. For the holy war of His Majesty the Emperor, what should we fear if our soldiers are broken into pieces!"

After he finished speaking, he went out angrily.

Although there were expressions of shame on the faces of the others, they did not make any move.

Hashimoto Hiromitsu slowly pulled out his saber and calmly walked out of the dilapidated courtyard.

It seems that no sound on the battlefield can reach his ears. Generally, his face is calm and his steps are firm.

"Your Excellency, Captain, where are you going?"

The adjutant asked questions later, but Hashimoto Hiromitsu did not reply.

The adjutant gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him.

The officers looked at each other and ran to where their respective teams were.

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The recruits had only received rigorous military training before and had not participated in actual combat, and their bayonets had not been stained with blood.

Wang Laohu and Wu Zhan were still a little unsure about leading such a force into a war.

In order to reduce the pressure on the new recruits, the two decided to use guns to resolve the battle and avoid hand-to-hand combat as much as possible.

Compared with face-to-face fighting, long-distance shooting will have a much smaller impact on the recruits' hearts, and will not lead to an irreversible situation.

There were more than 5,000 people in the two new regiments, and the number of Japanese troops with guns on the opposite side was only 1/5 of theirs. Moreover, the little Japanese had to endure hunger for several days. This kind of battle gave Xin slowly a little confidence.

"Boom boom boom..."

As artillery shells hit the Japanese positions one after another, the First and Second Regiments of the New Soldiers, under the personal command of Wang Laohu and Wu Zhan, launched a general attack on the Japanese troops in Dama Village from the north and south.

The weather was cold and the belly was empty. The vigilance of the Japanese troops on the outer defense line was obviously much lowered. The soldiers did not react until they rushed to a distance of more than 100 meters from the Japanese defense line.

Heavy machine gun suppression and mortars took away the main firepower of the Japanese army. Then, under the leadership of officers at all levels, the soldiers of the two regiments roared and rushed towards the Japanese army.

"Da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

In order to tear apart the enemy's defense line in the shortest possible time, the soldiers at the forefront were armed with automatic firepower such as light machine guns and box cannons.

In successive attacks, the outer positions of Dama Village were breached inch by inch, and the new soldiers rushed into the village roaring.

"kill!!!"

In order to boost the morale and courage of the recruits, Wang Laohu rushed to the front with a big sword in one hand and a box cannon in the other.

The panicked Japanese soldiers would rush out from all corners. Wang Laohu, who was far away, would be knocked down with his gun, while the one who was close would just use his ultimate attack to chop him down.

The combat effectiveness and military quality of the Japanese artillery were much weaker than those of the soldiers. In addition, they had endured hunger for many days. They were no match for Wang Laohu, a killer.

Japanese soldiers kept screaming and falling down, and Wang Laohu was as unstoppable as a god descending from heaven.

The precise marksmanship and clean sword made the recruits following him feel excited.

1/3 of this batch of recruits are educated young people. As long as they put aside their grudge against killing people, they will grow up very quickly.

The bayonets in the hands of the few young soldiers following Wang Laohu had been dyed red. They had just touched the wounded on the ground, and the hurdle in their hearts had been overcome.

Blood makes a man grow, and gun smoke makes him intoxicated.

Many Japanese soldiers did not have any decent weapons in their hands. Some of them had bricks, some had wooden sticks, and some even pulled out a fellow's hoe from nowhere, and rushed toward the soldiers while shouting.

It was the first time for the recruits to see such a fierce enemy. Under the threat of death, they kept pulling the triggers, and the sharp bayonets penetrated into the bodies of the Japanese soldiers holding wooden sticks without any hindrance.

There is no life or death, I am invincible!

The battlefield gradually became intense, and both sides were furious. In order to eliminate the enemy, they used all possible means.

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"Use guns to resolve battles!"

Wu Zhan shouted to the soldiers.

He held two box cannons in his hands, and any Japanese who rushed in front of him would be killed by him with a quick headshot.

When he saw a soldier holding a bayonet and struggling with a kid, he would help him.

The soldiers of the Independent Brigade were fully armed, but the little devils who rushed over seemed to be going to fight in the village. Farm tools such as shoulder poles and hoes became their weapons.

Wu Zhan knew that such enemies would not choose to surrender, and the best way to help them was to turn them into corpses.

"Machine gun forward, quick!"
To be continued...