my bright sword career

Chapter 358
Shigeru Yagi looked at the hundreds of remnant soldiers behind him, and then thought of the promise he made to His Excellency the division commander before leaving, he couldn't help feeling sad for a while.

Knowing that he had no way out tonight, he drew his command saber again, and shouted at the crowd: "Warriors! I will not let any of you rush ahead of me, understand? Gentlemen... for the sake of the empire!" , For the sake of the emperor..." Yagi Shigeru pushed his helmet back while speaking, and raised his command saber towards the night sky, "Tusi here!"

"Onboard!"

Under the leadership of Yagi Shigeru, hundreds of fanatical Japanese soldiers rushed towards the position of the Huaxia Army. Just as they were about to approach the position, more than a dozen flames suddenly lit up, and the defenders who had been prepared for a long time immediately He poured out the maximum firepower with the weapon in his hand.

Yagi Shigeru charged forward at all costs and rushed to a bunker that was pouring out flames. At this time, Yagi Shigeru was slightly injured and his face was covered with blood. There were only five or six soldiers left behind him. , Shigeru Yagi rushed to the bunker while shouting "Banzai". At this time, he was still holding a dynamite package in his hand.

Just then a bullet hit him in the arm, and he staggered but still rushed under the bunker.

Just as he was about to put the explosive pack next to the shooting hole and was about to pull the fuse, a grenade exploded beside him, and Shigeru Yagi fell down beside the bunker in response, with blood gushing from his ears, nose and mouth, and muttering in his mouth: "Tusi!" Then he tilted his head and stopped breathing.

With his death, his explosive packs were scattered on the ground not far from him...

The final attack was doomed before it even started.

Both Shigeru Yagi and the Japanese soldiers of the 215th Wing knew this, but they were still determined to risk their lives to save the defeat. If they occupied the bunkers of the Chinese army, they might still have a chance to save the defeat.

This is the thinking of everyone in the 215th Wing. From this point, we can see the characteristics of the Japanese.

The people of this nation and this country like to gamble in their bones, especially like to gamble on the national fortune.

The Sino-Japanese War and the Russo-Japanese War were examples of this kind of gambler mentality. Fortunately, they won the first two bets, but in the future, will good luck always be with them?
Although Shigeru Yagi is dead, there are still many remaining soldiers of the 215th Regiment. For these soldiers, even if they die in battle tonight, they will die in battle.

As the battle drew to a close, the surviving Japanese troops became even crazier, but at this time the artillery unit that had been relieved had already begun to bombard the area with concentrated firepower, and the surviving soldiers of the 215th Regiment were surrounded by violent artillery fire.

Machine gun bullets whizzed through the bodies of the charging Japanese soldiers. With the rain of dense bullets, the ground shook like an earthquake, tree roots overturned, and hot shrapnel roared in the air. Pushing forward, but at this time he has no way to go to the sky and nowhere to go.With the light of the flares, the artillery fire guided by the observers on the high ground continued to chase them, and finally completely shattered the last illusion of the 215th Wing.

When dawn approached, only the last few machine guns of the 215th Regiment that attacked at night were still firing back from time to time. After the mortars fired back, the machine guns fell silent, and the [-]th Battalion, which was originally guarding on the high ground, immediately sent a company to start mopping up the remaining Japanese troops. .

"Ozawa, Ozawa! Give me a knife, give me a knife!" A soldier with a stump begged Ozawa, who was closest to him, to give him a happy life, while crying the names of his relatives.

Another young soldier grabbed the thigh of a lieutenant who was lying on the ground, begging for a little water to drink. The young soldier's arm had been broken and the wound was still spurting blood.

The first class soldier shook the kettle and showed a bitter smile. The kettle had been empty for a long time, and there was only a trace of water on the spout. He touched the spout to the chapped lips of the soldier, and the soldier sipped his lips, showing a trace of desolation The smile died.

Ozawa Teng, who was in the sea of ​​corpses, looked at the battlefield where there were almost no living people, and Ishikawa Ryo, who was blown to only half of his body not far away, looked dull. Ozawateng, who was hit by a shot, vaguely saw hundreds of black shadows coming down from the high ground. The black shadows raised their rifles high from time to time and counted the corpses with bayonets.

Xiao Zeteng touched his chest pocket, which was a seam given to him by his wife before the expedition. Xiao Zeteng recalled what his wife told him before leaving: "Xiao Ze, you must come back alive!"

At this time, there were still shells exploding around from time to time, Xiao Zeteng felt dizzy for a while, and his whole body became ignorant.

Not only that, but his body also became exhausted, his head fell limply on the pile of leaves, his whole body seemed to be sinking non-stop, entering an unknown world, he didn't know whether he was about to fall into a coma or die.

Faces suddenly appeared in front of him, including those with fathers and wives, and even the scene of a formation boarding a ship, with countless rising sun flags waving in people's hands.

"Pray to die in battle! Pray to die in battle!" Wave after wave of shouts came from the voices of the send-off people. At this moment, Ozawa's wife's face full of sorrow appeared again in front of Ozawa's eyes, "Baby dad... ...you must come back alive!"

Just when Ozawa was in a daze, he seemed to see two shadows in gray-green military uniforms appearing in his sight. Ozawa, who wanted to grab the gun, saw a pair of cowhide military boots on his rifle. Dao Xueliang's bayonet pointed straight at him, Xiao Zeteng almost didn't even think about it, he raised his hands weakly, "I...surrender!"

An hour later, the sky finally brightened.

The results of the battle damage of the Fourth Battalion came out. A total of 89 people were killed and 210 people were injured. The range of more than 300 meters in front of their position has become a slaughterhouse, and the corpses of more than 2000 Japanese soldiers are lying here and there.

And not far behind the Fourth Battalion, lay six or seven corpses wearing gray-green military uniforms and shot in the back. These people were deserters who were killed when the Japanese army charged.

Looking at the corpses of these deserters, Nong Tiancai, who was carrying a submachine gun, said nothing, but looked at them sadly, and then glanced at the soldiers who survived the war. Many of them were in the battalion a month ago Most of them were small vendors selling things, farmers farming or refugees fleeing famine. The battle last night obviously frightened them, but this is war, and the weak cannot be tolerated.

After being silent for a while, Nong Tiancai ordered to the captain beside him: "Cross out their names! Tell their family members that they fought bravely when they sacrificed..."

"Yes!"

The captain responded in a low voice, and also looked at the corpses of the deserters on the ground with mixed feelings...

(End of this chapter)