Chapter Five, The Last Nationalist Army (1)

Amidst the deafening sound of gunfire, the faces of the machine gunners, gritting their teeth and firing at the Japanese troops, were grim. After all, witnessing their comrades fall one after another was a heavy burden for anyone to bear.

As he turned his bull-like body to the side, he cleverly dodged a samurai sword from a senior officer, and immediately swung his arm, using his waist to exert force, he brought the officer down to the ground. Beneath his feet, more than ten fallen bodies of Japanese soldiers lay in disarray.

Baga! In order to boost morale, the leading colonel let out a loud cry. Inspired by his shout, the remaining soldiers also began to howl. They raised their steel rifles and launched their final charge towards the victory that was within reach

Click ... ...

A soldier beside Zhao Yongde let out a muffled groan and then fell headfirst into the muddy shell hole.

Wow! The yellow-orange shell casing fell to the ground. Not far away, a soldier dressed in a gray woolen coat coldly glanced over here, the smoke billowing from the gun's chamber outlining his brow like an ink wash painting

Closing his eyes, Zhao Yongde took his last breath, facing the north wind, and swung his sword

This powerful aura caused the Japanese individuals forming a circle to glance at each other in surprise, taking a hesitant step back

Wang Laogen, Wang Laogen! Zhao Yongde put down the gun and shook him vigorously

Upon witnessing this scene, the remaining soldiers of the Nationalist Army also shouted in unison, grabbing everything at hand as weapons, and recklessly charged into the formation of the Japanese troops

With a determined exclamation, Zhao Yongde spat into his hand, rubbed it together, and then resolutely drew out the red tassel broadsword from his back. He pressed his left hand against the horizontal beam of the trench and flipped his entire body over.

Hello!

They all thought their mentor was foolish, but in fact, Zhao Yongde was not foolish; he was merely experiencing a temporary state of dementia

Bang! Bang! Bang! Countless white smoke billowed from the muzzle, bullets whistled through the air, sweeping past above the trench with a whoosh, leaving behind streaks of dark red marks.

Life is humble, yet it is also filled with dignity

Pfft ... ...

All of this, without exception, tells him that the creature in his arms is utterly dead

The company commander is dead, the platoon leader is dead, and the guard is also dead. The clerk was dismembered, his head displayed on a bayonet by the Japanese, and that letter of farewell was never sent out.

Because he truly did not expect that this team, which could barely protect itself, would strike with such force at such a critical moment

Bang! Bang! Bang! The searing flames simultaneously erupted from the position, and a barrage of bullets surged forth like a swarm of agitated hornets. The projectiles tore through the air, propelled by immense kinetic energy, racing towards the Japanese soldiers still fleeing on the riverbank. This round of fire was close and accurate. Countless bullets converged into a deadly wall of metal, leaving a trail of carnage in their wake. Groups of Japanese soldiers let out wails, collapsing as if they were being cut down like stalks of rice. The ground, soaked in mud, boiled like water in a pot, splattered with blood as the rain of bullets fell.

Life is fragile, yet it is also resilient

However, this fear lasted only a few seconds

With a clang, Zhao Yongde relaxed his grip, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground

Pfft ... ...

"Damn it, which fearless little brat dares to come over? I will send you all to your graves!" Zhao Yongde brandished his machete, the blade emanating a chilling bloodlust.

On the entire battlefield, only he, Zhao Yongde, remained, fighting alone, much like the legendary Zhang Sanye from the tales.

Baka! Baka! The actions of the Japanese are extremely swift; upon coming under fire, some immediately drop down and raise their rifles to pull the trigger

Due to the overwhelming number of the enemy, the scene often depicts a single Chinese soldier confronting two or three Japanese soldiers simultaneously, making the struggle quite arduous. From time to time, someone falls, or is simply impaled, leaving their abdomen exposed.

The clerks and the guards are keenly aware of the situation, feeling anxious in their hearts

Urine essence, don't pretend to be asleep, I still owe you a meal!

It is a pity that the combat effectiveness of the 9th Division is extremely fierce. Although they have suffered some losses, it has, in a certain sense, further stimulated their fighting spirit. Moreover, these Japanese soldiers are both ruthless and accurate in their shooting, and their coordinated group assault formations are supported by armored vehicles, which quickly turned the tide in their favor. Amidst the beastly shouts, the bullets from the Japanese almost flew past the trenches, forcing many Nationalist soldiers to retract their heads once again

The six Maxim heavy machine guns became the target of intense fire, with a dense rain of bullets turning the firing point into a muddy mess. Machine gunners and soldiers responsible for dousing the guns with water kept falling, but soon others stepped up to take their place, continuing to unleash a fierce barrage of gunfire

Twenty meters, the most suitable distance for slaughter, and both sides had long been completely exposed. The enemy soldiers at the forefront unanimously removed their magazines, then brandished their bayoneted Type 38 rifles, howling as they charged forward

In terms of one-on-one combat, Chinese soldiers remain calm and composed, and they may not necessarily lose. However, at this very moment, what is there to discuss about balance? Nevertheless, every Chinese soldier present has resolved to face death. Some have been stabbed in the abdomen but still press forward, using their last ounce of strength to strike down with their machetes before the Japanese soldiers can withdraw their bayonets. Others have been pierced through the body, yet their entire form lunges forward, allowing the enemy's bayonet to pass through them, and in their final moments, they grasp the neck of a Japanese soldier; there are also those who, as they fall to the ground, cling tightly to the legs of the Japanese soldiers, simultaneously pulling the wooden-handled grenades from their waists.

Outside the tightly stretched barbed wire defense line, numerous Japanese troops, in coordination with several armored vehicles, are crossing the river. As they draw closer, the crimson sun flag appears particularly glaring. Under the sunlight, the glint of the bayonets has already caught Zhao Yongde's eye.

The formal rifle was aimed at a sergeant who was shouting loudly while holding a katana. Zhao Yongde held his breath, centering the front sight on the Japanese man's head. As the Japanese man moved, the muzzle shifted slightly.

Because he cannot accept the reality

Moreover, it is a full ten aircraft

With the Japanese army advancing recklessly regardless of casualties, the short-term skirmishes between the two armies officially commenced Various projectiles traversed the sky along their respective trajectories, leaving trails, whistling, and arcing through the air

This is the battlefield! Passion and conviction dissolve in an instant, leaving only the instinct to tear at one another, ultimately resulting in a complete destruction without regard for right or wrong.

The screen froze, and a spray of blood mist erupted from the olive-green military cap of the major, as his entire body fell down like a toppled onion.

What this means, Zhao Yongde could hardly imagine

Zhao Yongde is smoking, and he is completely unaware that the burnt end of the cigarette has scorched his mouth

At this moment, Zhao Yongde, wearing a tattered cotton hat, glared with wide eyes, resembling a god of death.

Behind him were two individuals dressed in the same attire, each carrying a metal canister on their backs

In the shell crater, bursts of flames occasionally erupted, and those unfortunate enough were directly turned into limbless flesh balls, crying and rolling about. The not overly wide riverbed was now filled with the corpses of soldiers from both sides. Many bodies had been shattered and were unrecognizable after being crushed by armored vehicles. Broken firearms were scattered everywhere, and shell casings and grenade fragments nearly covered every inch of the ground. Many bodies had been shattered and were unrecognizable after being crushed by armored vehicles. Broken firearms were scattered everywhere, and shell casings and grenade fragments nearly covered every inch of the ground

two hundred, one hundred fifty meters, one hundred meters

With Zhao Yongde's roar, the highest commanders at each position shouted in succession: "Fire! Fire!" On the uneven line of troops, soldiers of the Nationalist Army, wearing flying saucer hats, hurriedly pulled back the gun bolts

However, on the other hand, having such assistance is still more beneficial than harmful. Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yongde decided to temporarily set aside this thought and instead focus on addressing the current predicament.

His eyes were wide open

That hill actually cannot conceal anyone, which Zhao Yongde only discovered later. In this case, it is understandable that the other party refused to follow him as cannon fodder. ... But ...! ... the combat effectiveness of this team is simply astonishing!

When the Japanese soldiers' front line was still one hundred meters away, Zhao Yongde's rifle gave a slight jump in his hands. One hundred meters away, a spray of blood erupted from the head of a senior officer among the Japanese troops, and that fellow didn't even let out a grunt before falling backward into the mud.

Japanese sabers are made of high-quality steel, featuring high hardness and a thin edge, making them effective for use against unarmed individuals, while it is advised to avoid edge-to-edge contact. In contrast, Chinese broadswords are heavy and require strength in the waist, emphasizing the technique of reverse cuts and the importance of slashing and chopping skills on the battlefield

The sound of bayonets piercing flesh echoed incessantly, and the entire defensive position was instantly transformed into a sea of blood

Some explode in mid-air, emitting dazzling and lethal light; others first burrow deeply into the soil, and then, with a tremendous blast, shatter everything on the ground and hurl it into the sky

The downfall of each individual signifies the rupture of a beautiful family. Yet, they have no choice in the matter. After all, a nation is the foundation of a home; if there is no nation, how can one speak of home?

In the span of a single day, Zhao Yongde experienced three emotional upheavals. The first was his ecstatic joy upon seeing the reinforcements. The second was his righteous indignation when faced with the old soldiers who stood by and did nothing in the face of death. The third, which he could never have anticipated even if he had broken his head over it, was that the very unit he had lost faith in managed to shoot down the enemy planes to the point that they were utterly disoriented.

But at that moment, an untimely gunshot froze everyone's actions

"Damn it, beat them to death, kill those little Japanese devils!" With bloodshot eyes, Zhao Yongde drew his semi-automatic shotgun from his waist and kept pulling the trigger.

Crimson blood seeped from beneath the deceased's helmet, dripping down along the chin, quickly staining a large area of Zhao Yongde's chest in blood red

Is it said that there are no garments? I share a robe with you

Behind these two individuals, there were countless soldiers clad in overcoats and wearing steel helmets, charging forward through the thick dust towards the front lines