The bearded captain led the soldiers of the third regiment to fight desperately on this battlefield. Now the soldiers were red-eyed. They grabbed whatever they could and greeted the little Japs regardless.

"Kill!"

"Pfft!"

"ah……"

Among them was the Guard Company of the Third Regiment. Almost every one of them had a big sword in his hand, and they swung it with great force, and in a short time they chopped down the little devil until he cried for his father and mother.

But as time went by, more and more Japanese troops poured into the position. Facing the little Japanese who cooperated tacitly, the rough swords in their hands only occupied a trace of the limelight. There was no one with a bayonet that was 1.6 meters tall.

The opponent of the 38 rifle.

Often, before the sword hits the enemy, he is stabbed through the body with a bayonet. More and more soldiers are dying in battle, and now there are not many soldiers of the Third Regiment left alive on the battlefield.

"Clang!" With a sound, the bearded captain deflected the bayonet of a young Japanese soldier, raised it with his backhand, and the powerful and heavy sword made a big gash in the young Japanese soldier's chest. Blood splashed on him.

One face.

The bearded leader shook the blood off his face, not caring. Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind him. He managed to avoid the blow without turning his head to the side of his legs. He reached down with his right hand and caught the thorn.

The rifle came, and the companion behind him quickly rushed forward and killed this insidious little devil with a straight thrust.

"Captain, let's retreat quickly. It seems that all the three battalions behind are gone!" The man who rushed up was the commander of his first battalion. At this moment, he was probably the highest-ranking officer alive besides him.

Most of the other company commanders had died in the battle. His adjutant had also died ten minutes ago.

"Get out of your way, grandma! Tell me where the hell we should go now?"

The bearded captain took off his military cap and threw it to the ground. His face covered with blood was extremely ferocious.

"Let me tell you, there is not a single coward in our 29th Army! If I can go back alive, I will definitely kill that bastard of the Third Battalion Commander alive!"

Big Beard's real name is Fan Xiangwu, nicknamed Lao San, and he is the commander of the Third Regiment of the Yu Division who just took office not long ago.

He was first the platoon leader of the 29th Army's Swordsman Team. Later, the 29th Army was reorganized and followed General Zhang Zizhong's 59th Army south to participate in the Battle of Xuzhou. His unit was reorganized several times, and after many twists and turns, he finally came to western Yunnan. After joining the Yu Division, he got

Reuse. After serving in the army for more than 10 years, it was not easy for him to go from being a soldier to a regiment leader.

Fan Laosan knew very well that it was no longer a matter of whether to withdraw or not. There were still more than 300 soldiers of the Third Regiment left after the battle. However, there were five to six hundred Japanese troops who rushed to the position. The little Japs were shouting to kill them.

Divide them into encirclements, intending to gradually eat them away.

The most hateful thing was that hundreds of people from the third battalion, which was originally reserved as a reserve force, ignored orders and fled the battle. If not for their shameful behavior, the war situation would not have been so rotten.

Fan Laosan wiped the blood on his face and spat hard. He knew...it was impossible to exit the battlefield alive today.

Just when he was about to fight to the death, they heard a burst of fierce shouting from behind.

"Come on!"

Chen Jize finally arrived at the battlefield with more than a thousand Sichuan Legion soldiers, and the group of fleeing soldiers were also driven back by them.

The soldiers were like an unrivaled torrent, slamming into the ranks of the little devils!

"Haha! Reinforcements are coming, brothers, give me a hard kill!" Fan Laosan shouted loudly, raised his sword and rushed into the enemy formation.

The soldiers of the three regiments who were originally in decline suddenly regained their energy. This new force gave them great hope. The soldiers seemed to have been given blood and attacked the little devil even more desperately.

"Drink!...Pfft."

"Wow...ah!"

"kill!"

The little Japanese was caught off guard. Looking at the oncoming soldiers of the Sichuan Army, they all tightened their rifles in their hands.

Two Japanese soldiers relied on each other and saw that the enemy had rushed forward. One of them was experienced. He took half a step back and suddenly thrust forward with the rifle in his hand!

The warrior who rushed over quickly used his gun to block, but failed to dodge this full blow.

Although this little devil is not tall, he is very powerful. A rifle that is longer than his height is like a spear and instantly pierces the soldier's stomach.

"Ah!" The soldier grinned in pain and knelt on the ground unwillingly. But the other soldier stabbed the little devil with a rifle.

The little devil pulled away and quickly blocked the attack. Before he could make any more moves, a soldier next to him had already pierced his chest with his bayonet!

"Pfft!"

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Another little devil next to him also fell in a pool of blood under the attack of three soldiers.

"Kill! Charge..."

The soldiers of the Sichuan Army are also in groups of three and three. They strictly follow this training method. They will never fight the Japanese army alone. One person is restrained from the front, and the other two use their bayonets to move their hands, and they can kill a Japanese soldier in an instant.

No good...even if it costs one life, the other party can be replaced.

Although the weapons of the third battalion are not as good as those of the first and second battalions, they are all veterans of the battlefield and know better how to protect themselves and kill the enemy. At the same time, the difference in numbers gives them a greater advantage.

The Japanese soldiers in the front row were stabbed to death and wounded countless times. Those who could not resist retreated in fright. However, the Japanese soldiers in the back row were not sure about the situation yet and wanted to continue to move forward. This squeeze caused a

Their formation was in great confusion.

This greatly increased the confidence of the soldiers of the Sichuan Army. The sudden attack killed the Japanese soldiers. Although they paid a certain price, more and more little Japanese fell down amidst the sound of bayonets. Screams and shouts.

The sound rose and fell everywhere, and the situation of the battle was instantly reversed!

"die!"

Chen Jize fiercely swung away the rifle that was being stabbed by a kid. The bayonet on the gun was like a cold light, and it stabbed into the kid's neck. Blood spurted out along the blood groove on the knife!

He stepped back, raised his gun and struck with his hand.

"Bump!" The bullet instantly penetrated a little Japanese who was running away.

While pulling the bolt and reloading the gun, Chen Jize looked up and saw that the soldiers had driven the remaining Japs to the edge of the position. The retreating Japanese troops had put some distance between themselves and the Sichuan Army soldiers.

"Don't be too entangled, quickly occupy the position and shoot, and give me a hard greeting with grenades!"

Fan Laosan, who was not far away, threw away the machete that had curled its blade, picked up a Czech knife from the ground, and held the handle tightly against the fire.

"Da da da da...!"

"Damn it, you little devil!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Soldiers from the Sichuan Army jumped into the trenches one after another, lying on the sandbags and shooting at the Japs. Many soldiers took out grenades and threw them with all their strength.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The grenades hit the Japanese ranks like hailstones, knocking down a group of little Japanese who were still trying to fight back. They finally couldn't bear the pressure and retreated back screaming...

The soldiers who killed Hongyan wanted to pursue, but Chen Jize quickly stopped them:

"Stop chasing! Stop everyone! There are large troops crossing the river behind the Japanese, and their next wave of attacks is coming soon. Get into position immediately and organize defense."

"Hong Mu! You take the first company to the left defense line, and Li Jie takes the second company to the dirt bag behind. The third company and the fourth company are in the center. Move quickly and get into position!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

After some planning, Chen Jize hurriedly picked up his binoculars to observe the situation ahead. The retreating Japanese soldiers were still reorganizing their formations by the river, waiting for the follow-up troops across the river to follow up and launch another attack.

Humph, if we hadn't had heavy weapons, how could you guys have survived? Chen Jize thought in his heart.

The weapons of the third battalion have not been replenished. The soldiers all have old 79s, and there are not many light and heavy machine guns, let alone mortars. If the first battalion were here, this little devil would not even have a chance to withdraw from the position!

"Thank you, brother. Are you from the Sichuan Army?"

At this time, Fan Laosan came over with the few remaining guard companies and thanked him. The soldiers in his company were all old brothers from the Northwest Army. It is a pity that in today's battle, more than a hundred men are now

There are about thirty people left.

"Well, how are your casualties?" Chen Jize nodded and couldn't help but ask.

Looking at Fan Laosan who was still bleeding from his arm, he admired him very much. There were at least a few tough guys in Master Yu who were not afraid of death.

"Well, the first and second battalions have basically been destroyed. In addition, there are about a hundred people in my guard company. If you count the third battalion that was blocked by you, the entire third regiment of the Yu Division can't be replaced.

500…”

Fan Laosan punched the sandbag hard, and when he said this, his heart was as sharp as a knife, what a loser in this battle!

The third regiment of more than 1,500 people was wiped out by two-thirds in less than an hour. If Chen Jize and others had not arrived, he would have died on the battlefield.

"Boo...hoo..."

Before Chen Jize could speak, the scream of artillery shells struck again.

"Shell attack! Everyone take cover!"
Chapter completed!