Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

Seeing that Li Yunlong's tail was about to be pulled up to the sky, Zhou Weihan secretly said that he didn't understand the rules. Zhou Weihan coughed lightly, and Li Yunlong, who was bragging with the soldiers, smiled awkwardly.

Immediately, he touched the officer's saber in his hand like a treasure, and handed it to Zhou Weihan with a reluctant face.

"Old Zhou, you should keep this general officer's knife, it's appropriate for you to keep!"

"Old Li, really don't want it? If you don't want it, I'll keep it!" Zhou Weihan asked intentionally.

"Hey, I don't care for this thing. The little devil's command knife is the bottom of the box in our new group!" Li Yunlong wished that his teeth were about to be gritted, but he waved his hand.

The surrounding soldiers burst into laughter, and Li Yunlong immediately cursed: "Get out of here, if I see missing bullets around here, you will even have your daily combat supplies halved!"

After being scolded by Li Yunlong, the surrounding soldiers dispersed instantly.

Zhou Weihan called the monk to come closer, and by the light of the torch, Zhou Weihan carefully touched Suzuki Sadaji's general sword.

"Why, what's so good about this thing, do you really think he's a baby?" Li Yunlong put on a look like he can't eat grapes and think grapes are sour.

"Hey, you bumpkin, don't you understand!" Zhou Weihan curled his lips, and then said: "I have passed from me no less than ten officer-level sabers, including two general-official knives!"

"The command swords of the Japanese army are divided into officers' swords and non-commissioned officers' swords. Officers of different ranks generally have no obvious distinction in the use of swords. That is to say, the sword used by a Japanese second lieutenant may be the same as the sword used by Neiji Okamura. .”

Zhou Weihan was interrupted by Li Yunlong before he finished speaking: "Old Zhou, you are fooling a fool, a little devil captain may have the same command sword as the commander of the North China Dispatch Army Neiji Okamura? It is Suzuki Sadaji. Is it different from that of ordinary devil officers?"

"What are you in a hurry for? Isn't this the end of the story? There may be no difference in the command sword, but there is a strict distinction between the saber thread. The saber thread of the Japanese general and lieutenant officer is different from that of the non-commissioned officer. The tassel of the general officer's sword is Gold, the Zuo Guan Dao is red, and the Wei Guan Dao is brown!"

"The little devil is a nation that pays great attention to inheritance and honor. Most of the command knives used by some nobles and members of the royal family are ancestral!"

"The commander of the [-]th Division, Tian Daoshengwu, has a general officer's knife with a gold-plated handle. This knife was later given by the headquarters to Chief Wei of the First War Zone as a thank you for the gift of ammunition supplied by Chief Wei!"

"Suzuki Sadaji's is the same as Tian Michi Moritake's, but Fushimi Miya Akiyoshi's command sword is very peculiar. Although it is a sakan sword, its specifications are not low!"

"Ivory white hilt, and a golden chrysanthemum mark on the end of the blade!"

When Li Yunlong heard this, his eyes immediately became fiery. On weekdays, when these regiment leaders of the Eighth Route Army meet each other, they can't do without fighting.

Little devils are not easy to fight, it is not easy to seize weapons and equipment from little devils, and it is even more difficult to seize command swords.

"When will you let me raise my eyes?"

"Good talk, good talk!"

Although the battle near Beigaodi is over, compared with the entire Hebei-Shandong-Henan area, local battles are still going on, especially in the western area of ​​Hebei-Shandong-Henan, where the fighting continues continuously.

According to the situation reported by the various regiments, on the highway from Anyang to Neihuang, more than [-] Japanese troops regrouped from Qixian, Tangyin, Anyang and other places, together with more than [-] puppet troops, were rushing to Neihuang. The vanguard of the army has already engaged the enemy.

The Wuqin Third Regiment located in the Liangpu area has fought fiercely with the enemies of Puyang and Kaifeng for four hours so far.

The worst situation in the battle was Wang Yigong's Fourth Regiment north of Jun County and Hua County. The First Battalion of the Fourth Regiment, which was left behind to contain the invading enemy, suffered heavy casualties in the face of the Japanese tank squadron.

Northeast of Hua County, near Dongning Collection.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Zhou Yingcheng, the commander of the first battalion of the fourth regiment who replaced Zhang Hao, called loudly for the soldiers of the first battalion to retreat.

After the first battalion received the task of slowing down the Japanese army from the regiment headquarters, Zhou Yingcheng led the team to deal with the Japanese army in order to buy time for the main force.

After it got dark, more than [-] wounded from the first battalion took the initiative to stay in the rear, and the rest of the soldiers of the battalion were able to leave the battlefield and go to join the main force of the fourth regiment.

After the Japanese army first obtained the results of the battle, they were extremely arrogant. The tank squadron that accompanied the army even carried some infantry on the body and broke away from the main force to continue the pursuit.

The roar of the chariot engine sounded, and then several lights illuminated the road ahead, and the figures of a battalion of soldiers suddenly appeared.

Seeing this, the little devil on the chariot laughed wildly, and then the machine gun on the vehicle opened fire on a battalion of soldiers in front.

Under the fierce firepower, the soldiers of the first battalion kept falling down, and the soldiers in the last row of the marching army decided to stay behind.

As the resistance in front gradually thinned out, until the gunfire stopped, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers stepped forward with flashlights to check the battle situation.

Seeing the miserable situation of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army in front of him, a little devil Sergeant Cao raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to open the body of a soldier from the First Battalion who had been shot several times.

I saw the soldier's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and the hatred contained in the eyes made the little devil in front of him terrified, as if he would fight with the little devil to the end in his next life.

"Three-foot body to serve the country, little devil, come!" Miao Guolu, the secretary of the fourth regiment, first battalion and third company, shouted, and then resolutely pulled the explosive bag in his arms.

There was only a huge explosion sound, and a huge flame rose in the dark sky. A dozen little devils who came forward to investigate the battle situation, together with the corpses of dozens of soldiers from the first battalion on the ground, disappeared in the explosion.

Miao Guolu, a native of Tainan Wuyi, came from a wealthy family and received education since childhood. He joined the army in Wuyi in July 1940, and then entered the Tainan Cadre School to study. After graduation, he was assigned to the Fourth Regiment, the First Battalion and the Third Company as a clerical officer.

In March 1942, he died in the blocking battle in Hua County, Hebei, Shandong and Henan. He joined the army for less than a year at the age of 3.

The Japanese commander standing behind a Type [-] tank looked at the tragic and tragic scene in front of him, and put away the arrogant smile on his face.

At this moment, even an inhuman little devil witnessed the Eighth Route Army soldiers fighting against the steel chariot with their flesh and blood along the way. The bravery shown by the Eighth Route Army soldiers impressed the little devil. He lowered his proud head.

And Zhou Yingcheng, who was leading the troops in the front and marching rapidly, heard the explosion behind, and immediately understood that the soldiers who stayed in the rear would never be spared.

He shouted at the troops and ran forward without looking back, but the hand was drilled so hard that the fingernails had already penetrated into the flesh.