The gasoline had just arrived at the position and before it could be poured on the dry firewood, a new round of Japanese attacks had already begun.

They faced the heavy artillery shells that kept falling from the sky and attacked Yangzhuang's position in a desperate charge.

The brothers of the 22nd Division stood on the pile of firewood and shot at the little Japanese who were rushing towards them. Behind them, Deng Shouzhong led a regiment (actually only half a regiment) of brothers to hurriedly fire at various flammable objects in the trench.

Pour gasoline on top.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Deng Shouzhong jumped on his feet and urged him. He had no time to look at the fallen brothers around him who had been shot.

"Hua Hua Hua..."

Clear gasoline was poured over the entire defense line. The smell of gasoline mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood, giving off a unique pungent smell.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

…

Captain Yamazaki sent out his first batch of warriors, a total of 200 soldiers holding explosive bags.

Some soldiers were moving around in front of the position, approaching the first line of defense amidst the hail of bullets.

"boom!"

A little Japanese soldier jumped into the trench like a local dog with a 20 kilogram package of explosives.

"Bah..."

The Japanese soldier was shot several times and was already dead, but before he died, he pulled the fuse on the explosive bag, and streams of green smoke were coming out from under the body.

The 20 kilogram explosive package exploded, and all the brothers who were more than ten meters away were affected. Some were knocked to the ground, and some were directly blown away.

Li Kang nervously held the MP40 submachine gun in his hand. The muzzle of his gun kept shaking slightly, but he was still unable to lock on a target.

As soon as the first kid leaps into the trench, there will be a second and a third...

Blood spurts continued to erupt in the first trench, and the foundation of the defense line was already unstable.

"Now!"

A sickly flush appeared on the face of the Japanese Army Takasaki Regiment Captain. He personally picked up an explosive bag and said to the messenger next to him:

"Go and tell your Excellency, the division commander, that the Gaoqi Regiment will use the lives of all warriors to open a gap for the main force of the division. Please seize the time, division commander, and provide rapid support. Success or failure depends on this!"

After saying that, he stood up with the explosive pack in his arms, greeted the few hundred people left around him, and rushed together to the Yangzhuang position a few hundred meters away.

The orderly soldier was infected by this passionate and tragic scene, his short legs thumped on the ground, and soon arrived at the location of Tanabe Shengwu.

After listening to the messenger's report, Tanabe Moritake stood up from the ground and pulled out the lieutenant general's command sword with a clang.

The sharp tip of the knife points steadily forward, which is the signal for attack and the direction of attack.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

More than 10,000 little devils shouted in unison, and the sound even drowned out the sound of roaring guns and cannons, and spread far to every corner of the battlefield.

After shouting, each regiment began to charge towards the Yangzhuang position in an arrow shape as planned.

"Boom boom boom..."

Countless little Japs fell down during the charge, and some of them died with their hands still on the fuses of the explosive packs.

Under the continuous attacks of heavy artillery and light and heavy machine guns, 90 of the 100 little Japs fell on the road, but the remaining 10 stepped on the bodies of their comrades and rushed into the trenches and detonated the explosive packs.

There were explosions one after another in the trenches, and the light and heavy machine guns misfired one after another. It seemed that they could no longer hold on.

Deng Shouzhong's gasoline finally poured over the entire defense line, and he loudly ordered his men to retreat.

At the same time, the regiments of the 22nd Division also received the order to retreat. Except for the brothers who were struggling with the Japs, most of them withdrew to the second line of defense.

Captain Takasaki of the Japanese Army saw the Chinese wolves being retreated. He was overjoyed and waved to the warriors around him to continue charging, using his flesh and blood to clear the way for the main force of the division.

The Chinese were in such a panic when they retreated that many of them almost rolled away and crawled away.

Scenes like this hit the hearts of Japanese soldiers like a shot in the arm. For the sake of the emperor and the empire, the warriors of the Japanese Empire were willing to sacrifice their lives without regrets!

However, the Chinese people on the opposite side did not have the courage and spirit of self-sacrifice and could only run for their lives in embarrassment.

In comparison, the Japanese soldiers felt extremely glorious and proud of their suicide act.

If it were not limited by the environment, many Japanese soldiers might shout at this moment...the Imperial Army...the slogan "No. 1 in the world!"

In the end, only 300 people of the 3,000-man Gaoqi Regiment were left, but these 300 people were like 300 vicious dogs, holding explosive packs and howling to chase the Chinese soldiers' butts.

Captain Takasaki was filled with joy. He was about to step into the trench abandoned by the Chinese, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation between his eyebrows.

"Da da da..."

A hundred meters away, a young and green-looking Chinese soldier held up a strange-looking gun. The flame from the muzzle flickered a few times, and then Captain Takasaki felt as if his body had been hit hard.

Does it hurt?

It seems not.

What was deeper than the pain was the cold, which penetrated the bone marrow.

Captain Takasaki's foot failed to step out in the end, and he fell headfirst into the trench filled with dry firewood.

In the last few breaths of his life, he seemed to smell the smell of gasoline. His consciousness had not completely dissipated, and he murmured in the depths of his mind:

"Your Excellency, Division Commander, there is an ambush..."

…

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Tanabe Moritake was walking in the middle and rear of the charge formation. From time to time, artillery shells exploded around him. The soldiers in and around the explosion point were like dead leaves, being swept away and torn apart by the explosion.

It was impossible to hear the last conscious murmur of Captain Takasaki Moritake Tanabe. At most, he sneezed.

There were too many pungent odors on the battlefield, and sneezing was normal. The old Japanese didn't care at all, and still commanded the troops to charge! Charge!

The black wave appeared again in front of the Yangzhuang position. This time it was a huge wave, and each wave was higher than the last.

The cannonballs falling from the sky fell into the waves, just like stones hitting the water. Although they could splash water, they could not cause fundamental damage.

The cry of long live resounded throughout the world, and all combatants on both sides of China and Japan realized that,

This will be the last battle of this battle!

The Japanese army's rat extermination plan turned into a laughing stock. Will Jiangdong's rat extermination plan be successful?

Everything will be determined by this impact.

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The reconnaissance battalion is at the center of the entire defense line. If the Yangzhuang defense line is a huge reef, then the reconnaissance battalion is the sharpest corner on this reef.

More than 500 soldiers loaded their guns, and the tide of figures was getting closer and closer, especially the shouts of long live, which caused a huge psychological shock and impact to people.

An Ziliang did not hold a gun. He lay on the trench and stared at the approaching Japanese soldiers without blinking.

There was no expression on his scarred face, and his eyes were still cold and determined.

In the last 150 meters, the tip of the Japanese bayonet almost touched the noses of the soldiers, and he finally gave the order to fire.

"beat!!!"

At this moment, the sharp angle on the reef emitted its own light. The light was as fast as lightning and as powerful as the roaring waves.

The reconnaissance battalion is equipped with 25 mg42 machine guns. The dense bullets form a huge barrier comparable to an invisible sickle on the front of the battlefield, cutting off the charging Japanese soldiers.

Such intensive firepower knocked back the enthusiasm, pride and pride of the Japanese army in an instant. Some experienced veterans subconsciously fell to the ground, but more people stepped on their backs and continued to charge.

The momentum of the Japanese army stalled for a moment, and An Ziliang waved his hand and shouted:

"ignition!

ignition!"

20 flamethrowers were hidden throughout the defense line. After hearing the order, they all emerged from the soil and pointed the nozzles of the flamethrowers at the little Japs who were close at hand.

"call!"

A stream of fire rushed out from the nozzle with a strange scream. The Japanese soldiers in front of them were covered in blood. They howled miserably and danced as they ran back.

Hundreds of little devils turned into burning men at the same time, and nearly half of them ran backwards and fell into the first trench filled with gasoline.

"call!"

It was as if a gust of east wind blew by, and the sleeping dragon in the trench was awakened by the east wind. Its body rolled in the flames and woke up in the flames.

The roar of the giant dragon shook the whole world!

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