"Brother Dingguo, I'll ask you for the second echelon!"

"Don't worry, once you take back the Peking University Camp, the student camp will quickly reinforce and take over the position." Tiedingguo nodded: "But you must come back alive."

It was 7:00 on September 20, 1931.

After the big grandmother died heroically during the day, Yukihiro Hirata seemed to see the determination of the military and civilians in Fengtian City to resist to the end. Coupled with the terrible firepower in the city, Yukihiro Hirata temporarily lost the courage to continue the attack.

However, such tranquility will not last long.

All signs indicate that the Japanese reinforcements to Fengtian are coming soon, especially the 39th Mixed Brigade of Kamura Tajiro Kamura will arrive tomorrow afternoon at the latest, which will put Fengtian under even more severe pressure.

Two hundred suicide squadrons have lined up. In addition to rifles and machine guns, each person, including machine gunners, had a box cannon on his waist and sufficient ammunition, plus five German wooden handle grenades or British pineapple-type Mills-style grenades.

The entire team had 33 machine guns and ten grenade launchers. The only thing that made Zheng Yong a little regretful was that the soldiers lacked a big knife like Situ Tianrui that never left their body.

However, the firepower is already fierce enough. Although the number of Japanese 29th Regiment on the opposite side is superior, it is far inferior to its own troops in terms of weapon equipment.

Because the matter was in a hurry and did not do a good job in confidentiality work, the people in Fengtian City soon learned about the news that the suicide squad was about to go on a battle, and a large number of ordinary people came to the direction of the suicide squad.

The people did not know that the future of the suicide squad was uncertain this time. They were only proud that Fengtian could have such an army.

On September 18, the Eastern people began to attack, and on September 20, their own army launched a counterattack. In the eyes of the people, even if they drive all the Eastern people out, it may not be a dream.

"I will go on the battle with you!" It was quiet around, and Zheng Yong's voice could clearly reach everyone's ears:

"Recapture the Beida Camp is our only goal. If you are far away, sweep me with a machine gun, blast me with a grenade, and if you are near, pick me with a bayonet and smash it with a butt! Remember, we don't want to capture prisoners, and don't even a captive!"

"Yes, don't have prisoners! Don't even a prisoner!"

The loud and firm answers of the suicide squad made Zheng Yong nod in satisfaction. He waved his hand back: "Pick up the box!"

A box was lifted up, and when the lid of the box was opened, there was a box full of ocean inside.

"If you retreat, kill! If you are cowardly and cowardly, kill! If you shake the morale of the army, kill! The first person to rush into Beida Camp will be promoted to one level and reward one thousand oceans! Those who are dead will be compensated for five hundred oceans! Each person will be given ten yuan first!"

With Zheng Yong's murderous voice, the ocean was sent to the hands of the suicide squad.

Tao Ping looked at the ocean in Zhouli, suddenly smiled, threw the ocean into the sky with force, and the "ding-ding-dangdang" sounded, Tao Ping smiled again and said:

"The brothers, you don't want your life, what else do you have to do? If the brothers are not dead, you can send the ocean to the brothers and let the brothers go to the hall to have fun for a few days!"

As if an order was issued, the suicide squad members raised their height together, and the oceans all over the sky fell to the ground, and under the illumination of the moonlight and torches, there were white flowers...

"Brothers, girls have them, girls have them!"

The voice sounded, and there was no one who was not unaware of the person Fengtianren who was talking. He was Bao Rentai, the boss of the largest church in the city, the "Zuiyan Building".

Behind him was a long list of girls. Judging from his posture, Bao Renta almost pulled out all the girls in Zuiyanlou.

"Brothers, old and young men!" Bao Rentai came to the middle and bowed and said:

"No one here doesn't know me, Lao Bao, Lao Bao, and a madam. I, Lao Bao, do a lot of bad things on weekdays, forcing good people to become prostitutes, forcing them to buy and sell them forcibly. I know that I, Lao Bao, are not an individual in your eyes!"

Zheng Yong did not stop him, but just listened quietly to Lao Bao:

"My old Bao son is also in our Fengtian army, from the 11th Battalion of the Engineers, but the Japanese killed this day started fighting. My unscrupulous son ran away without a single shot. He couldn't even protect his own man, so what kind of gun can he carry..."

He wiped his eyes and pointed to the girl behind him:

"My son is useless, I'm not a good thing either. This time the brothers are going to go to war and go to life with the Eastern people. My old bag has brought all the girls in the hall. From now on, Zuiyanlou is only open to brothers who beat the Eastern people.

Brothers, go with confidence. I will let the girls clean up and wait for you. After you kill the Japanese, come back to join you in the chang!"

"Boss Bao, I, Zheng Yong, thank you here! Pour wine!"

One by one, the wine bowls were sent to the hands of the suicide squad. The wine that emitted a strong fragrance filled the wine bowl. Zheng Yong picked up the wine bowl:

"No resistance is a shame for the superior; no fighting is a shame for the soldiers; letting the Eastern people dominate our family is a shame for our entire Northeast Army. Now, it is time to wash away this shame!"

His voice drifted in the night sky, and everyone was listening quietly.

Zheng Yong drank the wine from the wine bowl in one sip, and then smashed the empty bowl heavily to the ground. Zheng Yong's voice sounded again with the sound of the shattering of the porcelain pieces:

"If the nation is not free, soldiers would rather die!"

"If the nation is not free, soldiers would rather die!"

Bowls of wine fell into the soldiers' stomachs, and the sounds of shattering sounds came from the mouths of these suicide squadrons with the continuous smashing of wine bowls on the ground.

"Excuse me, attack!"

With this sound, the people made way for the people to leave, silently holding the torches in their hands to see off the soldiers who attacked the freedom and dignity of these nations.

On September 20, 1931, the first counterattack horn was sounded, and the 7th Brigade of Fengtian was killed:
Chapter completed!