Rise from eight hundred.

The first person to wake up was the Japanese sergeant who closed his eyes again!

However, it took nearly a second from opening his eyes to seeing his fallen comrade and then transmitting the image through the nerves to the somewhat chaotic brain.

Although this is only between breaths, it is still a bit too long for a battlefield where life and death are judged.

Mingxin, who was running with all his strength, was like a galloping horse. The distance of ten meters was approaching in an instant. Just as the Japanese military officer finished reacting and suddenly jumped up from the bed, the big sword was swung out.

Thirty meters away, Zhang Saner saw the most brutal scene he had ever seen in his life. Under the dim yellow lantern, a head soared into the sky, and blood like a fountain covered the tall lantern shade, full-length street scene. The yellow light above suddenly turned dark red.

At that moment, Zhang San'er felt that every cell in his body was trembling, and his feet were even a little unsteady.

But that’s not fear, it’s excitement!

How the young man slaughtered the Japanese soldiers before was something he could only hear but not see. Now, it was finally clearly shown in front of him in this posture. It was so cool!

The other two Japanese infantrymen woke up from their dreams, but the big sword that cut off the head of the sword only made an arc, then suddenly stabbed downwards, inserted into the throat of a Japanese infantryman, and nailed him to the ground. .

To say it is a nail is actually a little inappropriate. The overall width of the Mingxinshi sect's inherited epee is 5.5 centimeters. It is almost like using a 'chop' method to chop the Japanese soldiers on the chopping block of the earth.

Another Japanese soldier who climbed up had just let out a low roar and made an attack gesture. A whip leg was kicked out like a frightened poisonous snake. The Japanese soldier raised his arms in panic to try to stop him. Unexpectedly, this was just a false move. With a move, Mingxin let go of the long sword in his hand and took a lunge to get within half a meter of the Japanese soldier. He hit his knee hard and hit the vital part of the Japanese soldier's lower body.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, not the sound of the egg breaking, but the sound of the pubic bone being broken together.

The Japanese infantryman's eyes suddenly bulged out, and his whole face was twisted like a demon. This is a manifestation that can only occur when the human body encounters extreme pain.

The sudden opening of his mouth was not to send a signal to anyone, it was simply because it hurt too much and made him want to roar.

But unfortunately, Mingxin didn't even give him a chance to vent his pain. She punched him hard on the jaw from top to bottom.

Mingxin's fist was already very hard, but it was obviously even harder at this moment!

It was a stainless steel finger tiger customized by Tang Dao specially for the scouts. Mingxin originally held on to her inner strength and didn't want to use it, but after seeing Tang Tuanzuo easily dent a steel plate with this thing, she finally changed her mind. .

Now he has even learned Tang Tuanzuo's Tai Chi Xingyiquan from his master. What can't he accept from these murderous weapons?

Mingxin's punching power was already over 400 pounds, which was comparable to that of Tyson at his peak. Coupled with the strength of the finger tiger, this punch shattered half of the Japanese infantry's face.

brutal!

It's so cruel!

Not to mention Zhang San'er was frightened by the brutal scene of killing four Japanese soldiers in less than four seconds. Even Long Yan, who was observing silently with a telescope dozens of meters away, twitched his eyes hard.

There was no chance. If he encountered a terrifying enemy like Ming Xin, he would have no chance of surviving. Even if he had the latest MP38 submachine gun and Jiuli sword, it would not give him a sufficient sense of security.

Although some noises were made during the fighting, due to the weak strength of the Japanese troops, the nearest sentry post was 200 meters away. The distance was long enough to dilute these muffled noises into insignificant sounds, even if the Japanese troops were alert. , you have to come and check first.

After successfully solving the most critical light and dark posts on the road to Xicheng, under the leadership of Zhang San'er, a local, Long Yan led more than 80 people, divided into three parts, shuttled through the dark alleys, and headed straight to the 63rd Infantry Regiment. Go to Xicheng District where the ministry is located.

Kikukawa Jiro was cautious enough. After sending the main force of the regiment to Panzhai yesterday, he sent three squadrons of the escort squadron around him to the southeast and north gates respectively, leaving the most elite infantry squad to stay at the regiment headquarters, which was far away from the alliance headquarters. The nearest west gate of the team was replaced by civilian personnel from the wing headquarters as defenders.

That's because the wing headquarters is only more than 300 meters away from the West Gate City Wall. If attacked, all 50 elite infantrymen can arrive in just 3 minutes.

But obviously, in Kikukawa Jiro's heart, his life is still more important than the city of Guangping County.

The 63rd Infantry Regiment Headquarters is stationed in a house of wealthy families who fled in Guangping County. Although the decoration is a bit shabby, fortunately, the house is protected by a thick green brick wall around the outside, and there is nearly three acres of land inside. There are more than a dozen houses with hard mountain gray tile roofs in the two-entry compound, enough to accommodate more than 63 people from the 30rd Infantry Regiment.

Except for the four soldiers in the two machine gun fortifications at the gate, the other 4 or so soldiers of the infantry team are not in the compound of the wing headquarters. Instead, they build a defense system around their own compound of the wing headquarters. The furthest distance is 40 The infantry wing headquarters is about 63 meters away.

This is the most detailed information that the Eightyth Army's intelligence officers in Guangping County can provide Long Yan. Jiro Kikukawa does not trust any Chinese at all. Even Zheng Yunqiu, the infantry battalion commander of the Security Army, has never entered the 63rd Infantry Regiment Headquarters. .

Fortunately, Zhang Saner was indeed familiar with Xicheng District. After learning that the large house that had been abandoned for several months was used as a Japanese military headquarters, he walked around the dirty alley for nearly 20 minutes and took Long Yan and others to a distance. The house is less than 50 meters away.

"That's it. Little brother, you can go back. There's going to be a fight here, so I won't hurt you later." Long Yan looked at the shadow in the darkness, patted Zhang San'er on the shoulder, and lowered his voice. Let this young man who is having a hard time go.

Long Yan also lost Fa Xiao, whom he grew up with, during the war. He knew the pain, but no matter how painful it was, as long as people were still alive, there was hope.

"Give me a knife! Let me follow you, please!" Zhang San'er looked at Long Yan, his eyes full of prayer.

Just watching Long Yan and the others kill the Japanese was no longer enough. The little blacksmith wanted to try the thrill of killing the Japanese with his own hands. He believed that the girl with her eyes open underground was watching.

"Then you might die!" Long Yan answered the young man about his own age seriously.

"Then I would be very happy, if I could cut off a Japanese head with my own hands!" Big tears suddenly welled up in Zhang San'er's eyes.

He had been pretending to wait for this day for five months. Even his parents, who were worried about him day and night, didn't know. Seeing his parents' haggard faces and helpless and empty eyes, his heart had long been broken, but every time he thought about it, With Amei's eyes, he had to put his broken heart back together and continue to pretend.

"After this battle, no matter what the outcome is, your parents, I will arrange for someone to take them out of the city and live in a safe place. I will tell them that their son is good." Long Yan sighed slightly and promised in a low voice. road.

He pulled out a three-edged military thorn from his waist and stuffed it into Zhang San'er's hand: "My knife is too long and not suitable for you. You can use this and just stab it with your greatest strength. Also remember, stab it in the lower abdomen." It hurts the most but it cannot kill you in a short time. If you stab the heart, you will die the fastest!"

"I understand!" Zhang San'er nodded fiercely.

"Each squad will move closer to the Japanese army according to the pre-war deployment. Do not attack unless necessary. We have two hours!" Long Yan called his three squad leaders and gave the order.

The first to launch the attack was a sharpshooter from the mountain infantry company!

The shooter who climbed to the top of a house took advantage of the faint moonlight and kept staring at the two machine gun fortifications at the gate of the Japanese military wing headquarters 80 meters away.

However, the Japanese shooters have been hiding behind the fortifications and rarely show their faces.

Until a mountain infantry company soldier accidentally stepped on a tile on the ground while tiptoeing towards a house where the Japanese soldiers lived.

A soft "click" sound came far away in the silent night sky.

A Japanese shooter quickly stood up from the fortification, held the handle of the Type 92 machine gun, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the area where the noise was coming from. A lamp post from a searchlight mounted on the wall also moved over there.

"Bang!" The shooter no longer hesitated and shot immediately.

The Japanese infantry squad does not have any heavy weapons. These two 92-heavy machine guns are the greatest threat to their comrades. If we don't fight at this time, how can we do more?

The Japanese shooter fell down with a howl without any surprise, but the gunshot also completely shattered the tranquility of Guangping County.

"Enemy attack!" shouts came and went.

All the Japanese soldiers, whether they were awake or asleep, were alarmed.

They were greeted by a hail of bullets and grenades being thrown.

An infantry squad may seem fair to a Japanese detachment, but the organization of a mountain infantry company is different from that of an ordinary infantry company of the Four Lines Regiment. There are already 15 infantrymen equipped with semi-automatic rifles and submachine guns, plus a machine gun team of three soldiers and a mortar team of 5 people, the force is as high as 23 people!

This also allows the infantry squad to have up to 30 mortar shells available for use, even more grenades than the Japanese grenade group!

A three-person machine gun team can carry up to 3 rounds of ammunition!

It is said to be a light infantry, but in fact it is stronger than an ordinary infantry company in terms of heavy firepower, that is, it is not equipped with a tripod dedicated to heavy machine guns and a Type 82 large-caliber mortar.

But since the Japanese army also does not have infantry artillery, whether it is light weapons or heavy firepower, the mountain infantry company is a dimensionality reduction attack.

Each mortar team squatted in an empty yard about 150 meters away from the battlefield. A soldier was on guard, an artillery observer was responsible for observing the target, a main gunner adjusted the muzzle, and two assistant gunners were responsible for transporting and loading artillery shells.

The entire artillery team was extremely efficient. In less than 1 minute, more than 10 artillery shells were thrown into various small courtyards occupied by the Japanese army.

In other words, it was not just the Xicheng District where the sound of gunfire was loud. After the gunfire started, the other three cities also started fighting fiercely.

However, what is slightly different from the big fights in the West City is that the movements in the North, South, and East cities are much smaller.

Perhaps it’s not just that the equipment of the recon platoon, guard platoon and mountain infantry platoon are different. For example, except for the reconnaissance snipers who are equipped with single-shot rifles or semi-automatic rifles, they are all equipped with submachine guns, and the fire support personnel are not equipped with 60-guns. Instead, they used American-made rifle grenades.

The power of this thing is actually similar to that of a Japanese grenade, but it is better in that it can shoot in straight lines and curves, especially in close combat. To a certain extent, the reconnaissance platoon is more suitable for street fighting.

Qin Wulang's guard platoon was not much different. As a defensive infantry platoon, the guard platoon's close combat firepower was actually stronger. They even brought five broad-blade mines, but no one wanted to use this treasure. It was placed in the city to deal with the Japanese army, specifically to block it in case the Japanese army came for reinforcements.

The reason why there was little movement was that a group of ruthless people from the reconnaissance platoon had used the darkness to quietly eliminate many Japanese troops. Now that there was a fight in the West City, they naturally no longer covered their tracks and started fighting the Japanese troops directly.

Not only the Japanese army fired flares, but also the officers and soldiers of the Fourth Army Regiment. More than a dozen fired flares illuminated the small Guangping County town brightly like a small sun.

Just like the pale face of Colonel Kikugawa Jiro!

He was really afraid of what he was going to get. Yesterday, he sent all the main forces of the regiment to the front line of Panzhai. He felt a little guilty for no reason. But thinking about the fact that there were only so many Chinese regular troops and underground resistance organizations here, how could he have any spare power to attack the county town? .

Besides, his 200th Regiment Guard Squadron, protected by city wall fortifications, can at least withstand the attack of thousands of Chinese troops. In two hours, the main force can return to the county to support the county. No matter how bold the Chinese are, they are just dead.

But the Chinese actually entered the city?

There was no time to think about how the Chinese entered the city. The loud sound of gunfire ringing in his ears reminded the Japanese Army Colonel of the 10th Division all the time. If he was not careful, his head might become a Chinese spoils of war.

"Send orders to Saburo Kuroda to lead three infantry squadrons and infantry artillery squadrons to return to the joint headquarters immediately to support the joint headquarters! Send orders to the escort squadrons to stand by and wait for reinforcements!" Jiro Kikukawa calmly issued the order after he woke up from the shock.

However, the battle situation was much worse than Jiro Kikukawa imagined.

It only took less than ten minutes. Not only did the two Type 92 machine guns at the gate no longer sound, but the counterattack sound of the Type 38 rifle also became weaker and weaker. It was almost unique to the Germanic submachine gun used by the Chinese. The 'ta-da-da' sound was covered up.

This kind of firearm has represented from the beginning that it has nothing to do with the legendary 'Tuba'. This is the Chinese regular army, and it is the most elite kind.

Especially the 'puff-puff' sound that tears the night sky apart, it is easy to think of the German-made MG34 machine gun used by the Chinese in the battles of Zhongtiao Mountain and Southeast Shanxi.

Jiro Kikukawa walked back and forth in the headquarters anxiously, like a trapped animal.

Of course he knows the reason why the wing headquarters has not been really attacked yet. The Chinese have no intention of breaking through the defense line and attacking his wing headquarters in a short time. They are patiently clearing the perimeter defense line of the wing headquarters, like peeling an onion. , patiently eliminate all resistance on the periphery.

This is even more frightening!

This means that the Chinese commander has enough confidence to solve all opponents, and is not even afraid of the return of his own main force.

'I can't die, at least I can't die here and become a trophy of the Chinese! 'When he thought that he had assembled the main force of the regiment to carry out a raid, but the raid failed, and he was beheaded by the Chinese who successfully stole his home, Jiro Kikukawa felt a strong sense of shame from the bottom of his heart.

The illustrious reputation of the 10th Division cannot be destroyed in one day. Colonel Jiro Kikukawa, who put the honor of the division above his life, made a surprising decision after painful thinking.

He wants to run away!

Abandon all the imperial officers and soldiers here and run away!

Perhaps it was because of the war in northern China, or perhaps the Chinese people were wary of danger in times of peace. When Jiro Kikukawa, who was stationed here, ordered a carpet search of the house, he discovered a secret tunnel that led to a remote corner of the West Gate City Wall.

Kikukawa Jiro's original intention of not filling in this underground passage that only allowed one person to crawl nearly 200 meters was because he thought it was too troublesome, but now it has become his escape route.

Perhaps, this is cause and effect!

Without notifying anyone, Jiro Kikukawa dismissed all the signal soldiers around him to issue the military order to continue to hold on. He took off his long leather boots and replaced them with ordinary leather boots. He even left the command knife at the headquarters, took a pistol, and got into the headquarters. typical.

The tunnel is very narrow. Fortunately, the people in northern China are not small. Otherwise, Colonel Kikugawa Jiro's fat body would be stuck in the tunnel.

After listening for a long time at the exit, he found that the gunshots outside had gradually become sparse and the explosions had almost disappeared. Jiro Kikukawa exclaimed in his heart that he was lucky.

Obviously, the Chinese are already cleaning up the mess. As long as he makes a decision five minutes later, he will not be able to leave even if he wants to.

He gently pushed open the lid of the tunnel exit and waited for a while before Jiro Kikukawa poked his head out.

The exit is well chosen. This is the filthiest place in Xicheng District. Domestic garbage and feces generated in many residential areas are basically thrown here and transported outside the city. No one wants to come here even at night, let alone during the day. Such a smelly area.

But when Jiro Kikukawa emerged from the tunnel, he saw a person squatting in the corner of the wall less than 3 meters away from the tunnel exit.

Subconsciously, he held the loaded pistol under his clothes until Jiro Kikukawa saw the man's face clearly.

When Jiro Kikukawa passed by the silly Saner of the Chenghuang Temple, he saw this silly Chinese man several times, and even saw him performing a show of holding toffee on the ground.

Feeling slightly relieved, but his murderous intention remained undiminished, Kikukawa Jiro put away the pistol and held the personal dagger instead.

"Silly San'er, I have toffee here!" Jiro Kikukawa walked towards Zhang San'er.

After he planned to get close to the Chinese fool, he wiped the fool's neck with a knife. The fool did no harm, but he took a fancy to the fool's shabby clothes.

Going out of the city is risky, so it is better to wear Chinese rags. As long as he doesn't say anything, no one will notice that this extremely dirty guy is actually a dignified Japanese army colonel.

Then, at the moment before Jiro Kikukawa could swing his dagger, Silly San'er suddenly jumped up and knocked him down. The huge force did not allow Jiro Kikukawa to resist at all. With one hand, he smashed the poor middle-aged man's Both hands were locked, and the other hand held a steel thorn and stabbed it into his lower abdomen.

Then, pull it out and stab it again!

Pull it out again, stab it again!

The same action lasted nearly 10 times!

The fat and fleshy abdomen was like a piece of rag under the crazy attack of this murderous weapon, and the horrific wounds were visible to the naked eye, including the green large intestine.

Kikukawa Jiro collapsed on the ground. He had no strength to even hold the dagger, let alone swing it.

He really wanted to ask why, why did the Chinese idiot take the initiative to attack, but when he opened his mouth, there was a mouthful of blood.

Until he drank all the blood, poor Jiro Kikukawa didn't ask a single word.

Zhang San'er looked at Jiro Kikukawa who was seriously injured but did not die immediately, with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes, just like when he made a kitchen knife independently for the first time in the blacksmith shop.

Sure enough, the big man didn't lie to himself. He couldn't die in a short time if he stabbed him in the abdomen.

By the time Long Yan arrived, poor Colonel Jiro Kikukawa had not yet completely breathed his last, and the fat all over his body was still twitching. (End of chapter)