If we were to say which army in China was least afraid of fighting with the Japs with bayonets, there is no doubt that it was the 29th Army during the Great Wall War of Resistance.

These guys from the northwest wielded their swords majestically. Once they came face-to-face with the Japs, their swords were no weaker than the Japs' bayonets, and they even killed the latter to pieces and fled in embarrassment.

Now the little devils in the 13th Division also enjoy the treatment of having their heads cut off with a big knife.

The two reinforced groups became unstoppable after they started charging. They used light machine guns to clear the way and suppress the Japs who wanted to fight back. Thousands of people behind them, holding broadswords and screaming, rushed forward to engage the Japs in close combat.

This Japanese army had just arrived in Caolaoji not long ago, and there were not many decent fortifications built in the railway station. In just five minutes of shelling, the Japanese defenses were basically destroyed.

In addition, the sudden battle confused the Japs. Before the Japs commander could organize a strong resistance, thousands of Chinese soldiers armed with swords rushed into the train station.

"ah!"

Song Gucheng screamed and jumped into the little Jaap's position. The big knife in his hand easily parried the bayonet. The blade of the blade dexterously turned in one direction in the air. Just as the little Jaap retrieved the bayonet and charged up again, the big blade had already been easily cut.

Lost his head.

The blood rushed straight into the sky like a fountain, the bright red was dazzling, and the body of the headless little devil still stood there blankly, a living supernatural specimen.

It was bloody, brutal, and terrifying. The little devils around were frightened by the Chinese soldiers' aggressive and crisp fighting style. Even their domestic samurai and ronin did not have such good sword skills.

The Japanese dared not move forward with their bayonets drawn.

Song Gucheng didn't even look at the bloody corpse of the little devil. He took long strides, raised his big knife, and pounced on the nearest little devil.

More brothers joined the battle group and easily killed each of the stunned little Japs.

The white knife went in, the red knife came out, and a large piece of the little devil's dirty blood and internal organs were pulled out.

"Dangdangdang..."

The sound of jingling weapons being handed over was heard in the train station.

Once the head is hit by a big knife, the head will leave the body and fly high. At this time, the head is still conscious for a second or two, and you can see the blood rushing from your neck with your own eyes.

The big knife sliced ​​off the little devil's arms smoothly, and their gun-holding hands fell to the ground and were still twitching muscles, like headless centipedes.

When the big knife hits the body, no matter where it cuts flesh or breaks bones, it will always leave a big and long gash in the little devil's body.

The brothers in the reinforcement group held their breath. They wanted to avenge their shame and regain their former honor.

I practice knife skills diligently on weekdays, and sharpen my knives over and over again in my spare time.

The sword skills are superb, the blade is sharp and unstoppable.

This was an era when hot weapons were prevalent, but instead they fought a hand-to-hand battle dominated by cold weapons.

The little devils on the periphery quickly fell to the sword. The brothers rushed into the train station from all directions without stopping, shouting and shouting.

800 Japs gathered in a small train station, and a bombardment killed hundreds of them. The remaining Japs could only lie on the rubble or behind broken walls to provide useless resistance.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The earth-shattering shouts from all around made the Japanese soldiers tremble with fear. The deadly swords cut off the heads of their comrades before their eyes and stabbed them into the bodies of their comrades.

The little devils of the 13th Division are often proud of their bayonet skills, but today they did not have the courage to fight with the Chinese soldiers who were so close. The Chinese soldiers in front of them, covered in blood and holding big knives, made the little devils feel like they were descended from the devil.

In this world, death is coming.

"Da da da..."

The little Japs panicked and hid in every corner and shot, knocking down four or five of the reinforcements who were at the forefront.

"Boom boom boom..."

Before the Japs could change their ammunition and continue shooting, four or five grenades fell from their simple fortifications. The machine guns were blown away and several Japs were blown to pieces.

The brothers from the reinforcement group have already entered the train station from several directions. If the little devils concentrate their attention and firepower on one direction, Chinese soldiers will appear without warning from the other three directions, firing grenades at them.

Greetings from above.

The little Japs who were not killed were still lying on the ground wailing and struggling. The brothers in the reinforcement group held knives with both hands and stabbed the wounded Japs into the back or chest of the wounded soldiers without hesitation. The sharp swords easily cut through them.

Ribs, cut the little devil's heart in half.

"Boom boom boom..."

The explosions of grenades echoed one after another in the train station, followed closely by the roars of the brothers and the screams of the little devils.

The battle gradually evolved into a one-sided massacre. Facing the numerically superior and more powerful Chinese army, the little Japanese became afraid and retreated to their rear tremblingly.

But there was nowhere for them to retreat. The frightened little devil felt his body go cold. He lowered his head and saw that the tip of a sharp knife had penetrated his chest.

As the big knife was pulled out of his body, the little devil felt that his strength and consciousness were also taken away.

A little Jaap stepped back in horror, and accidentally tripped on a broken piece of wood. He fell backwards, and his 38-meter rifle also fell far away.

His eyes were filled with fear, and he didn't want to pick up the weapon anymore. Tears flowed down his face unsatisfactorily. His two dirty hands kept shaking in front of his chest, and he murmured begging for mercy, just like a little daughter-in-law begging to be let go.

The two brothers in the reinforcement group in front of him looked at each other, with ferocious and playful smiles on their lips. Only the dead little Japs are good Japs.

One brother grabbed the little devil's feet and dragged him effortlessly to his crotch. The other brother's sword penetrated the little devil's body with overwhelming force and penetrated deeply into the soil behind.

The little devil was dead, with snot stained on his mouth, tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, and fear in his dilated pupils.

After wiping the big knife on the little Japanese's body, the two brothers continued to follow the large army to kill the Japanese.

This battle lasted only a short time, and the brothers in the reinforcement group took out all the glares and humiliation they had suffered for nearly a month on the little devil.

Not one of the more than 800 little Japs was spared, and their deaths were extremely tragic.

The little devil who had his head cut off was considered healthy. More little devils had their bodies cut open with big knives. Their intestines and other internal organs were dripping all over the floor. All kinds of flies that came smelling the stench were buzzing.

Enjoying the delicious food.

There are also many brothers wandering around the battlefield, collecting the spoils of war while looking for the little Japs who are still alive. If they are lucky enough to encounter one, the brothers will simply end the little Japs' suffering.

Usually they would listen to the little devils screaming and begging for mercy, and with their frightened and helpless eyes, they would grab their heads and cut their necks.

Many big swords had their blades curled up, which made the brothers in the reinforcement group very distressed.

Almost everyone's uniforms were stained with blood. After half-drying, the uniforms were dyed dark brown and stuck to their bodies. Although they were made uncomfortable by the wet blood, looking at the little children all over the floor

The corpse of the Japanese soldier made everyone feel extremely happy.

This is the first battle of the 59th Army since its humiliation in North China. It is also the first battle since Zhang Zizhong became the commander of the army.
Chapter completed!