Ishiheira Jiro, who was rarely awake, suddenly felt something sound. The alert Jiro's hair stood on end and jumped up like a spring. He turned and looked outside the trench. At this time, it was too late to call his mother. The enemy troops were only a few dozen meters away from the trench.
meters away.
Ishiheira Jiro felt his hands were shaking in his panic. He wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound. With trembling hands, he went to take out the Wangba box from the holster. He was so nervous that he pulled the button three times before unbuttoning it and finally took it out.
Wangba Box fired a shot at the enemy in a hurry. Unfortunately, the problem of Wangba Box being easily jammed appeared at this time.
"Ah--" Ishiheira Jiro was as anxious as a rooster whose hen was bullied. He cried out and at the same time "click-click" and ejected two bullets.
The two Japanese soldiers beside him were frightened awake by Jiro's cry. They rubbed their sleepy eyes and wondered what the squadron leader was having.
"Bah, bah, bah!" Jiro finally opened the Wangba box and fired several shots at the enemy.
The Japanese who had just woken up from a dream immediately got up. Rows of 38 rifles were placed on the mound in front of the position, and dozens of light machine guns were also set up.
"Send a flare—" Commander Liu shouted.
With a whistle of "Beep--", a flare flew into the sky.
When the national army soldiers who were about to reach the front line of the Japanese army saw the signal flares flying into the sky, they immediately fell to the ground collectively as agreed.
"Fire -" Commander Liu roared.
"Da da da da da" "ta da da da da" Hundreds of machine guns protruded with hundreds of flames. Dozens of the Japanese who had just emerged from the position were killed in an instant. The other Japs lowered their heads and retracted their bodies.
Captain Liu looked through the telescope and saw that all the numerous black muzzles of the Japanese's guns were retracted.
"Send a flare—" Commander Liu shouted again.
With a whistle of "Beep--", another flare flew into the sky.
"Charge--" Dozens of company commanders unanimously issued the command to charge collectively.
"Kill -" a thousand soldiers of the national army shouted, charging at a herd of buffaloes that were rampaging in the wilderness. Soldiers with assault rifles rushed to the front, and when they saw the Japs showing up, they shot them with "dududu". Those with rifles
The soldiers then rushed toward the enemy's position like a tide, with their bright bayonets and broadswords tied with red silk cloth.
Seeing that this formation was unstoppable, Ishiheira Jiro quickly ran back and ordered the heavy machine guns to be brought out.
The first trench was captured by the Chinese soldiers in the blink of an eye. Countless Japanese soldiers were either shot to death by assault rifles, stabbed to death with bayonets, or had their necks chopped off with machetes.
"Da da da da" Ishiheijiro commanded several heavy machine guns to fire desperately at the national army soldiers who rushed into the first trench. In the blink of an eye, dozens of brothers fell.
"Mortar, fire." Commander Liu gave the order, and on the artillery position that had been set up, more than a dozen mortar shells flew into the sky with "boom boom boom boom".
With a burst of "dong dong dong dong" explosions, the heavy machine guns that the Japanese had just fired were all blown over.
After the explosion, Ishihira Jiro climbed up from the ground, his face covered with dust. He looked up and saw that the second trench had been occupied by the enemy. Poor Jiro had to draw his samurai sword and command the Japanese in the third trench to make a final resistance.
The army was defeated like a mountain. At this moment, the surging momentum of the national army soldiers was unstoppable. In less than a minute, the third trench was also breached. More than a hundred Japanese soldiers were cut in an instant like grass by a lawnmower.
All gone.
Ishiheira Jiro did not expect that his squadron would be wiped out in just ten minutes. The raised katana was not pointed at the enemy, but turned the tip of the sword to point at his abdomen.
However, a national army company commander took Thompson's hand and flicked it so lightly that several bullets passed and hit Jiro in the chest.
Jiro forced himself to stand upright, still thinking in his head, the Chinese are unkind, they won't even allow suicide. Then his head tilted, his body collapsed, the katana fell to the ground, and Jiro's soul flew back to Shikoku Island.