Looking at the thin soldier rushing over with a rifle, a hint of ferocity flashed on his face. He also picked up the Type 38 rifle with a bayonet inserted, roared wildly, and rushed towards Yang Bicheng.
The distance between the two parties will not exceed fifteen meters. At the speed of both parties at this time, it will not take two seconds to collide with each other.
However, although the Japanese infantry was slightly shorter, he was stocky and strong. The Type 38 rifle was more than ten centimeters longer than the Chinese rifle. Even though he was located under the hillside, his speed and momentum were even higher than those of the fearless Yang Bicheng.
Even stronger.
This is undoubtedly a veteran, and a veteran who has been driven to panic.
It’s not just a trapped beast still fighting!
However, those Japanese soldiers who climbed up from the grass and picked up their guns knew very well that if they chose to escape, they would only end up being shot one by one in the wilderness by the Chinese infantry who rushed down.
If you want to survive, you cannot escape. The Chinese choose to resolve the battle with the most brutal hand-to-hand combat, so they will give their opponents hand-to-hand combat.
Even this time, it is not to demonstrate the samurai spirit of the Imperial Japanese Army, but to survive.
Looking at this alone, the Japanese army is actually extremely good.
"Get out of the way, you melon!" Although Wang Changshou followed closely, he was still two meters away from Yang Bicheng, who was rushing at the front. Seeing the fierce charging of the Japanese infantry, he couldn't help but screamed with fear.
A shout.
Although they only got along with each other for more than half a day, Wang Changshou felt pity for this young man who was not much different from his own son. Six brothers went out and he was the only one left. When he returned home, he would be the only one sitting at the banquet.
How desolate that must be! Both for him and his elders.
But this doll's biggest wish is not to live, but to die, even if it means killing the Japanese first and then dying.
However, if he rushes forward like this, how can his small body be the opponent of the Japanese?
Wang Changshou was a veteran who crawled out of the pile of dead men in Dachang Town. Not only did he compete with Japanese tanks, but he also fought face to face with the Japanese with bayonets. Therefore, he knew even more how powerful the Japanese were.
Wang Changshou clearly remembered that ten brothers from his infantry squad gathered together to attack three Japanese infantrymen. They were sure to win with the masses against the few. However, he did not expect that the three Japanese infantrymen surrounded their cylindrical formation in a triangular formation.
Not only did he not fall behind at all, he even stabbed three of his brothers to death in succession.
If it hadn't been for the bloody explosion of the Sichuan people at the end, two brothers bravely rushed forward and used their bodies as shields, causing the Japanese army's bayonets to pause for a few seconds. In that battle, ten of them would have been killed by three physically strong men.
The strong Japanese soldiers with excellent stabbing skills killed them all.
But even if it was a victory, it was a tragic victory. Five of the ten men died on the spot. Two people died after being stabbed with bayonets and bleeding profusely two hours later. Another was stabbed in the abdomen and sent to the ambulance team at the rear.
I have never seen him again. There are only two people left in an infantry squad, and eight are replaced by three.
Even that was an extremely brilliant result. The result of that hand-to-hand battle between an infantry battalion and a Japanese infantry squadron was that more than 200 of our own troops died in battle, while the Japanese army only left 50 corpses, a battle loss ratio of four to one.
It makes the hairs on the back of one's head stand up.
With a small body like Yang Bicheng's, he would probably be stabbed to death by his opponent without even being able to withstand a single attack.
Wang Changshou was so anxious that he didn't even have time to take aim. He just swung his gun and fired at the Japanese figure.
Unfortunately, the Japanese infantry were very experienced. They did not charge in a straight line, but in a snake-like pace, with their bodies flickering, but their speed did not slow down much.
The opponent was cunning and his vision was dim enough, so Wang Changshou's bullets certainly missed.
After dodging the bullets fired by the Chinese on the other side, Mino went to bed and looked at the thin Chinese soldier who was already less than eight meters away. The ferocious look on his face became more intense.
If nothing else, this should be his second trophy today.
Mino's first trophy when she went to bed was a Chinese soldier who was hiding behind a rock 80 meters away and shooting down the slope. The Chinese soldier was already very cautious. Even if he was shooting, his body would not be exposed for more than three seconds.
When the bullet is fired, it immediately retracts behind the stone.
Moreover, his marksmanship was also good. In ten minutes of shooting, more than two imperial infantrymen were injured by his gun.
However, this also led to his death. He was stared at by Mino Gunso, who was lying at the bottom of the slope.
As one of the top five players in the 23rd Infantry Regiment's shooting competition, Mino had already been in the position of sergeant for a year. According to the rules, he would be eligible to be promoted to lieutenant in one year.
However, Mino's combat prowess is fierce. Since the war began, he has killed more than fifteen Chinese soldiers. If it hadn't been for the fact that the entire brigade suffered a blow during the battle to rescue the Sixth Heavy Artillery Brigade two days ago, even the brigade commander would have been killed.
After resigning, he may have filled the vacancy and become a second lieutenant.
It would not be a good thing to be targeted by such a Japanese veteran who was extremely skilled in shooting and other skills and tactics.
Going to bed Mino was very patient. He lay there and endured the raging bullets from Chinese submachine guns, shell guns, and machine guns above his head. He stared at his target area without moving, and even his opponent's continuous shooting exposed his body. He went to bed with great experience.
Mino didn't move either.
At that angle, even if he hits it accurately enough, he may not be injured, and he must have a fatal blow.
So, the hunter who was patient enough succeeded.
Just when the Chinese veteran, who had become a precise marksman in the infantry squad, turned around and was about to leave the bunker to find another safe place, Mino went to bed and opened fire.
The evil 6.5mm bullet passed through the fragile neck of the Chinese veteran, shattering the neck bones and severing the carotid artery.
From the moment she saw the bloody flower suddenly blooming in the distance, Mino knew that the Chinese veteran would never live again.
Although the young and immature Chinese soldier in front of him was not of much value, Mino also knew that the current war situation was extremely unfavorable and the only thing he could do was to make the Chinese hurt.
From the perspective of war, Mino is undoubtedly an extremely excellent soldier, whether it is his excellent skills and tactics or his understanding of the battlefield.
If he can successfully kill Yang Bicheng with one blow, it will definitely have a huge blow to the morale of the Chinese soldiers who are entering the charging state. Even if the final result is defeated, the Second Company of the Independent Battalion will be heartbroken for the loss of Yang Bicheng, the only child from an ordinary family in the north.
Not enough.
This is also a Japanese Army counterattack against the enemy.
Extremely sharp!
Yang Xiaoshan also saw this scene, the muscles on his face tensed up, and he roared "Kill!" He made a mistake in his steps and ran straight towards Yang Bicheng, who was several meters ahead of him.
But Yang Xiaoshan knew in his heart that the most he could do was help Yang Bicheng take revenge and kill the strong and fierce Japanese invader with one shot, but he could not save him.
Everyone underestimated Yang Bicheng!
Whether it was his opponent who slept with Mino Gunso or his comrades.
Faced with the bayonet that Mino was about to thrust towards him, Yang Bicheng actually chose to throw away his gun. At the moment when he was still three meters away, he directly drew the rifle in his hand like a javelin.
What's the use of this level of desperate struggle? Mino didn't panic at all. With a slight swing of his arms, he blocked the weak bayonet and the rifle that were thrown at him. Then he exerted his strength with both arms and planned to move forward and strike with a knife.
Impaling the weak but brave Chinese soldiers at the front.
Mino even thought of a back-up move when he got into bed. He picked up the Chinese soldiers and threw them at the two Chinese who rushed after him, and then stabbed them to death one by one.
Maybe, he might still have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
In the corner of his eye, at least twenty familiar 'shit yellows' stood up from various places and fought back against the dark blue who rushed towards him like him.
The brave Imperial Army would never be easily defeated by the Chinese. At that moment, Sergeant Mino was as confident as a shot in the arm.
But the next moment, his soul was shattered.
The Chinese soldier who had thrown away his rifle took out a pistol at some point.
It's not a Southern Fourteener, nor is it the shell gun most commonly used by the Chinese, but a black pistol full of muscle.
That was the American Browning 1911. The Japanese sergeant who was familiar with all kinds of firearms suddenly had such a term in his mind.
But how could such a high-end pistol appear in the hands of an ordinary Chinese soldier?
No one gave him an answer.
Maybe just bullets.
What does it feel like to be hit by an 11.43mm bullet?
Mino finally felt it when she went to bed.
Three consecutive shots were fired, all of which hit Mino's extremely strong body.
The 11.43 mm bullet with a muzzle kinetic energy of 477 joules was fired from a distance of less than three meters, directly knocking Mino, who weighed 150 kilograms, back.
The once surging strength quickly receded from Mino's body like a tide, and was replaced by incomparable weakness.
Mino was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up when going to bed.
His legs went weak. If it weren't for the support of the rifle in his hand, the once powerful Japanese infantry sergeant would have definitely fallen to the ground.
But, that's only a matter of time.
The lethality displayed by the large-caliber semi-automatic pistols from the American continent on this battlefield was able to knock down a player whose individual combat ability ranked in the top five of an infantry regiment to his knees.
"Baga!" This was Mino's last desperate cry when she went to bed.
Then, he was severely kicked down by the thin Chinese soldier who had imagined several ways to die. He fell on his back without any resistance and watched helplessly as the bayonet of his Type 38 rifle, which once belonged to him, was inserted into his own.
chest.
Everything was pitch black before his eyes, and the fierce roars that had erupted from both sides gradually faded away until they were completely silent.
Defeated! This was Mino’s last thought when she went to bed.
The Japanese sergeant with a glorious experience breathed his last lonely breath in the wilderness of China.
If you want to use other people's lives as trophies and a bargaining chip for promotion, then be ready to become other people's trophies at any time.
This is Yang Bicheng's answer to the Japanese invaders...
PS: I have something to do at noon, so I only have time to write this chapter. It is a 3000-word chapter. I will update it first. If I have time in the evening, there will be a second chapter. If not, I will find time to make up for it.
