Bright Sword: Develop alone, bring back an artillery regiment

Chapter 63 Thousands of people in a row?
The top of the main peak of Longya Ridge.

Due to the limited number of devils rushing up in the first wave, the 3rd company could barely resist.

But as time went by, more and more devil soldiers broke through the artillery blockade of the No. 1 Spike Squad and climbed to the top of the mountain, and the balance of the situation began to slowly attack the Kawasaki Squadron.

Soon, the first Eighth Route Army soldier was injured and fell to the ground, followed by the second and the third.

However, even if the enemy is several times stronger than me, even if they know they are dead, these Eighth Route Army soldiers are still fearless.

So many comrades-in-arms are buried here, and they promised the country with their lives. They have already killed enough, and the battle has reached this point. .

After the soldiers of the 3rd company bravely hacked and killed more than a dozen devil soldiers, they were finally outnumbered and fell to the ground one after another.

Some of these fighters died on the spot because of their serious injuries.

In the end, only Sun Desheng and two fighters were left, still fighting bravely.

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, two screams of pain came from behind, and Sun Desheng, who was soaked in blood, looked back with difficulty, but the last two soldiers were also outnumbered, and they were stabbed in the body by five or six devil soldiers' bayonets, and they were already dying.

"You son of a bitch, take your life!"

Seeing this, Sun Desheng was filled with grief and indignation. With a roar, he swung the rifle in his hand and rushed towards the five or six devils.

Assassinating several devils in succession, the bayonets on the guns were all broken, so Sun Desheng simply swung the Hanyang-made rifle in his hand like a stick.

The ghost soldiers were frightened by Sun Desheng's relentless and murderous aura, and they all drew out their bayonets and retreated.

The two soldiers spat out blood, and the wounds on their bodies kept gushing out.

One of them was dying, and said to Sun Desheng weakly, "Company... company commander, I... I will take a step first and go to reunite with my brothers..."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head and died, a heroic martyr for his country.

Seeing these two soldiers die before his own eyes, Sun Desheng was filled with compassion. He had already forgotten about the reinforcements, and with his gun on the ground, he glanced at the devils around him with grief and anger, and said through gritted teeth, "Don't worry. , I'll come later!"

"On the way to Huangquan, I will lead you to continue fighting devils!"

At this time, a second lieutenant officer of the Devil stood up and asked in blunt Chinese: "Chinaman, you are a warrior, can you tell me your name and position?"

Sun Desheng's eyes were firm, and he tried to calm down his disordered breathing, and said word by word, sonorously: "I am a Chinese soldier, Sun Desheng!"

"You are very courageous, but your troops have already been defeated. It is meaningless for you to continue fighting. As long as you choose to surrender, the imperial army promises to treat you preferentially!" Second Lieutenant Guizi felt that recruiting Sun Desheng was more valuable than killing him, because The more loyal and brave officers were recruited, the more they could break the morale of the Eighth Route Army. At the same time, they were also moved by Sun Desheng's bravery and loyalty.

Although the Japanese devils do all kinds of evil and are inferior to animals, they also worship the strong, and even more worship the brave and loyal strong.

Of course, not all devils are like this, but at least a large part are.

If Sun Desheng would have surrendered, he would not have left Shi Yousan, a big traitor who betrayed his country and sought glory, and switched to the Eighth Route Army with difficult conditions.

He spit out blood from his teeth, and scolded angrily with disdain on his face: "Put your mother's shit on! Today there are only Chinese soldiers who died in battle, and there are no Chinese soldiers who surrendered to survive. If I die today, Sun Desheng, there will be countless others in the future." Fight to the end with you son of a bitch oriental bastards! Restore my country!!!"

Second Lieutenant Guizi's face sank and said: "Since you refuse to surrender, I have no choice but to send you on your way!"

After finishing speaking, the devil's second lieutenant waved his hand, and five or six devil soldiers rushed towards Sun Desheng with their bayonets straightened.

At this moment, Sun Desheng was exhausted. Even if he could kill one or two little devils, he would definitely be stabbed to death by other devils on the spot.

But he was fearless, with the rifle in his hand, ready to die calmly.

Just at this critical moment, a burst of fierce gunshots suddenly came from behind him.

Immediately afterwards, the bodies of the devil soldiers in front of them were pierced, and they all collapsed to the ground.

The sudden change stunned everyone present.

But the gunfire continued, and soon, on the top of the mountain, including the second lieutenant of the devil, they were also shot and fell to the ground.

At this time, Sun Desheng turned around with difficulty, and then saw more than a dozen soldiers holding Bobosha submachine guns and wearing special battle uniforms.

Wang Chengzhu: "Company Commander Sun, come one step late!"

"Are you... the pillar?"

Sun Desheng recognized Wang Chengzhu, and then asked, "Zhuzi, how did you get here?"

Wang Chengzhu: "The front mountain has been blocked by devils, so we can only climb up the cliff from the back mountain."

Then, Wang Chengzhu instructed Duan Peng: "Duan Peng, you lead a few team members to the front mountain to stop the devils, and the rest rescue the wounded."

On the top of the mountain, apart from Sun Desheng, several soldiers were only injured and did not die.

"Yes!"

Duan Peng promised, and immediately led several team members to run towards the front mountain.

The rest of the team members immediately took out the first aid kits to rescue the wounded.

Looking at the well-equipped Spike players, Sun Desheng couldn't help but have countless questions in his mind.

He asked, "Zhuzi, are these soldiers from your artillery platoon?"

"Yes."

Wang Chengzhu nodded.

Sun Desheng sighed and said: "Hey, you shouldn't have come to Longya Ridge. Even if you are well-equipped, there are only so few people after all. How can you stand up to a devil and strengthen the squadron's attack?"

After a pause, Sun Desheng changed his voice and continued: "Zhuzi, since you can climb up the cliff from the back mountain, you must also be able to leave from the back mountain.

You left me two submachine guns. After I break them for you, you should leave immediately from the back mountain. "

Wang Chengzhu: "Company Commander Sun, I came here specially to save you, how could I abandon you?"

"These are just our advance troops, the big ones are still behind."

Sun Desheng: "Big troop? Is the head of the regiment here?"

Wang Chengzhu: "The commander didn't come, it's the brigade of our artillery platoon."

Sun Desheng's newly raised confidence disappeared without a trace in an instant: "Even if all your artillery platoons come, it will be like moths to the flame."

Wang Chengzhu: "Company Commander Sun, don't worry, our artillery platoon is no longer what it used to be. There are thousands of soldiers in it. It is only a matter of a snap of our fingers to deal with one or two hundred devils."

"What? Zhuzi, what did you say? You said that your artillery platoon has developed more than 1000 fighters?"

Sun Desheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. He seriously doubted whether his ears had a problem and he misheard. You know, when the Xinyi regiment was full, there were only more than 1000 people. Now Wang Chengzhu's platoon has thousands of people?

In a month's time, even if he can recruit so many soldiers, how will he solve the problem of food and weapons?

Without weapons, no matter how many soldiers there are, they are like sheep at the mercy of the enemy on the battlefield.

The biggest problem that hinders the development of the Eighth Route Army is the problem of weapons and food.

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(End of this chapter)