my bright sword career

Chapter 619
"Captain!"

The health worker pointed to the wounded who kept wailing on the street, and then looked at his company commander, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.

This company commander was about 20 years old, and he should have been promoted recently. Looking at the stumped limbs and broken arms and the wounded lying on the ground, it was obvious that he also felt compassion, and nodded after hearing the words.

"Go, but be careful."

"understand!"

After getting permission, several health workers of this company began to treat the wounded on the street.

The first hygienist had to go up to a man in a kimono who was lying on the ground moaning in pain and tried to comfort him: "You will be fine, don't worry, ah..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell to the ground clutching his neck that was gushing blood, and looked at the wounded man with the butcher knife with puzzled eyes.

Another wounded man lying on the stone pier by the roadside half-closed his eyes and looked at the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were walking around. With his uninjured right hand, he carefully touched a bamboo spear with a sharp knife stuck in the end of the gun, and suddenly slammed it He raised his gun and stabbed the soldier passing by in the chest.

"what!"

The sharp knife at the end of the gun pierced into the soldier's chest, and under the action of inertia, the sharp knife at the end of the gun stabbed out from behind the soldier. The soldier who was stabbed screamed, holding the bamboo pole tightly, looking at the wounded man dressed as a ronin who killed him in disbelief, His legs went limp and he fell down.

"Crack...crack..."

Before the man could draw the bamboo spear back, two bullets from not far away had already hit his chest.

"Half a load!"

At this time, a man jumped up from the corpse, screamed sharply, and swung a samurai sword in his hand, and slashed at the Eighth Route Army soldier with his back facing him, cutting off half of his head with one blow.

But before he had time to cheer, two bayonets pierced into his chest from his left and right ribs.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who were attacked by wounded Japanese expats on the street hurriedly shot the remnant enemies on the street with their weapons. Only then did they suddenly realize that these people were not civilians in the true sense, but enemies. Their kindness was clearly misused. out of place.

The company commander who allowed to treat the wounded already wanted to shoot himself in the head after seeing this scene. Only then did he remember that when he first took over the position of company commander, his predecessor had warned him earnestly that he must be careful on the battlefield. Be wary of wounded Japanese soldiers, and even wounded Japanese civilians cannot be taken lightly.

It's ridiculous that I still didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking that the old company commander was a shadow of a snake.

Now that I actually issued such a stupid order, putting more than 100 brothers in the whole company in such a dangerous situation, the cruel reality is telling me that I am the most stupid who thinks I am smart.

"Retreat...retreat..."

But now is not the time to regret, what he has to do is to minimize the loss of the company.

It's just that although he has ordered a retreat, most of the soldiers in the company have been scattered, and there are so many Japanese expatriates and wounded pretending to be dead on the street that they can't withdraw for a while.

"Get out of the way... get out of the way...what the hell is going on?"

Just when the company commander was at a loss, there was a hoarse voice behind him, and a group of Liantai militia soldiers in iron-gray military uniforms and Type 38 helmets were rushing over from behind.

The number of soldiers in this Liantai militia group was also 200, and the leader was a captain.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the captain froze for a moment, subconsciously picked up the Schmeisser submachine gun in his hand, but the Eighth Route Army soldiers and Japanese expatriates on the street are already scuffling together, if they shoot rashly, it is easy to accidentally injure themselves people.

At this critical moment, I saw the soldier blew the sharp whistle on his face, and then yelled loudly, "Brothers of the Eighth Route Army, get down... get down quickly!"

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, who were entangled with the Japanese expatriates on the street, heard the unfamiliar but familiar whistle, and then heard the voice with a strong Sichuan accent, almost lying on the ground without thinking.

The difference from the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army was that the Japanese expatriates were taken aback when they heard the voice. Most of them could not understand Shaanxi dialect, and a few of them did not understand it for a while, so there were a few In a daze for a second.

Just before the Japanese expats could react, another burst of gunshots rang out nearby.

Dozens of submachine guns shot out tongues of flame almost at the same time, and for a while the Japanese expatriates and wounded soldiers who were still standing were smashed into a sieve by the rain of 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets.

Faced with the sudden rain of bullets, the Japanese expatriates who had been attacking the Eighth Route Army just now realized that another group of soldiers had arrived ahead of them at some point.

Suddenly an expatriate yelled, "Is it the Liantai militia from China?"

As soon as they heard this name, the Japanese expatriates who were desperately attacking the Eighth Route Army just now were in a panic as if they saw a natural enemy, and some even turned around and ran away.

And the soldiers of the Liantai militia were not at all polite, all kinds of submachine guns, rifles and even machine gun bullets poured towards these people.

Those Eighth Route Army soldiers who were lying on the ground also took the opportunity to get up and pulled the trigger on the Japanese expatriates who had their backs turned to them.

Don't look at those Japanese expatriates who were quite crazy just now, and they charged with a desperate look, but they are all untrained civilians after all, especially after seeing the arrival of the notorious Liantai militia soldiers, the courage they mustered instantly burst out. Get it clean.

More than half an hour later, the corpses of Japanese expatriates were lying everywhere on the East Street, and the disgusting bloody smell was so strong that it could hardly dissipate.

Hundreds of civilians wearing all kinds of Japanese costumes knelt on the street. Most of these people were bruised and bruised or even covered with scars.

Dozens of soldiers from the Liantai militia carefully inspected the hands of these people. Not far away, the muzzles of an MG42 machine gun and a Schmeisser submachine gun were facing them.

"Squad leader, these devils must have served as soldiers with old silkworms in their hands."

A soldier checking his hands shouted to the staff sergeant not far away, and at the same time pointed out those people with his hand.

A sergeant who was about to light a cigarette on the street heard the soldiers shouting, took out an M1911A1 pistol from the holster, walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, and aimed the pistol at the back of one of the men's heads. The gun was only about a foot away from the man before he buckled Pull the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, the Japanese man kneeling by the side of the street fell to the ground without saying a word, red and white matter splashed out from the back of his head.

The sergeant holding the pistol didn't wipe off the blood splashed on his face and hands. He walked behind the other person expressionlessly and pulled the trigger again. Japanese men executed.

Looking at the sergeant who executed the prisoner without changing his face, the Eighth Route Army soldiers not far away showed a look of relief on their faces.

(End of this chapter)