When the guards saw Kitano Sanjukuro killing Nakakumagayao, they were so shocked that they were speechless for a long time.
At this time, Kitano Sanjuroro walked over with a bloody knife.
The guard had a long mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
"Hum hum!"
Kitano Sanjuro's crazy sneer whispered in the ears of the guard who was almost stunned: "Naka Kumagaya died in a battle with the enemy. He died very heroically. And you are also a hero. You witnessed it."
Of all these people, I will promote you to captain and become my guard captain, do you understand?"
"clear!"
When the guard heard this, he quickly stood up and bowed, maintaining the most humble posture. Because he knew that if he said the wrong thing, a cold and biting steel knife would be waiting for him.
At the same time, Kitano Sanjuro ordered loudly: "My teacher, Mr. Zhongxiong, has died fighting for the Japanese Empire. Warriors of the empire, let us use the blood of our enemies to honor our heroes.
Attack as a whole, annihilate the 672nd Regiment, and annihilate the enemy headquarters!"
"Attack!"
The Japanese officers naturally did not know that Naka Kumagayao died at the hands of Kitano Sanjuro. They believed that Naka Kumagayao died under a stray bullet from the enemy.
So when they heard the news, the Japanese soldiers were very angry. They drew their swords, picked up their spears and jumped out of the trenches to save their lives.
At this moment, Dongshan's anti-aircraft artillery troops once again launched shelling and strafing attacks on the Japanese army. Only after firing and firing did they realize that all the bullets and shells had been fired.
Two days of fighting consumed all the more than 3,000 rounds of machine gun shells and 20,000 rounds of anti-aircraft machine gun ammunition stored in Dongshan.
There are no more bullets, the Japanese army is swarming in, and a bloody battle is about to begin.
When the artillerymen on the top of the mountain saw this, they looked for sticks and stones and rushed down the mountain.
At this time, regardless of the military branch, everyone has only one idea, and that is to kill the Japanese.
They did not receive any orders, they moved completely spontaneously and involuntarily.
Because Yamashita is their comrade, and the Japanese army is attacking crazily. If they don't save their comrades, their brothers, then they will die under the enemy's butcher knife.
So driven by instinct, they picked up the wooden sticks and stones on the ground and rushed down.
"Come on, follow me and kill the Japanese."
A group of people suddenly burst out of the air-raid shelter. They were armed with meat-chopping knives, iron pots, rice shovels, poles, and various kitchen utensils. They were cooking soldiers, but they also rushed out at this moment.
An artillery officer said in surprise: "Old Wang, what are you doing here? You have to have three advantages and two disadvantages. Who will cook for us?"
Lao Wang from the cooking team stared: "Everyone is dead, who am I going to cook for? You all kill the Japanese with me, and I will add meat to your supper!"
"good!"
More than 150 people from the cooking squad and artillery poured down the mountain like a flood from a bursting embankment.
At the same time, Yamashita's 672nd Regiment had already launched a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese.
There were not many soldiers in the 672nd Regiment alive. During the two-hour battle, the Japanese army launched more than ten rounds of attacks. The 672nd Regiment had already suffered heavy casualties.
However, the Japanese army also suffered unprecedented heavy losses. In the two group charges, four to five hundred people were killed and injured by the soldiers of the 672nd Regiment and Dongshan's anti-aircraft artillery unit. Therefore, only a thousand people could rush to the 672nd Regiment's position.
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But even so, the total strength of the 672 Regiment is still very different from that of the Japanese. The 672 Regiment originally had more than 1,300 people. At this time, less than two-fifths of the 672 Regiment can still maintain combat effectiveness, and the total number will not exceed 400.
Four hundred people and nearly a thousand Japanese troops fought with blood, and the casualties can be imagined.
Kitano Sanjuroro came over extremely arrogantly and pounced on Duanwu and others who were fighting fiercely with the Hanoi brigade.
At this time, Dragon Boat Festival had already hacked Hanoi to death, and the Hanoi brigade was also destroyed in Dragon Boat Festival's rescue.
A Japanese army came straight towards him, and Duanwu knew that the enemy was coming for him.
He shook off the blood on his sword and strode forward. Because at this time, there was no retreat. He could only overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum.
Dragon Boat Festival roared: "I, Dragon Boat Festival, are here. Anyone who wants to take my head can come!"
This is a provocation, but in fact this is what Duanwu is telling all the brothers who are fighting with the Japanese. Whether they are soldiers of the 672nd regiment, an independent regiment, or artillery or cooking soldiers. He is with them today.
Sharing blood together, sharing life and death.
At this moment, almost everyone on the battlefield, whether they were Chinese soldiers or Japanese soldiers, looked at the Dragon Boat Festival standing on the corpses of Japanese soldiers.
Duanwu stood with a knife, covered in blood. This scene seemed to make the soldiers of the 672nd regiment who saw Duanwu covered in blood for the first time seem to understand something.
That man was not dressed in dirty clothes because he was slovenly, but because he had been fighting on the front line. The blood and stains on his body were all left by the Japanese.
And the white plaster foot was also covered in blood. The blood dyed the entire plaster right foot red.
At this moment, some people even wanted to cry, because many of them knew that the doctor had given a death order to Dragon Boat Festival's feet, and he was not allowed to exercise violently anymore, let alone go to the battlefield again.
But he still came, dragging his injured leg into battle to kill the enemy.
And as the supreme commander, what should they do?
Each of them looked at the young officer covered in blood with great admiration.
The same goes for Master Huo. He has never seen such a special commissioner.
In his past impression, the special correspondents were all officials with slicked back hair, wearing Chinese tunic suits, speaking in a high-pitched voice, walking with their hands behind their backs, and looking aloof.
Let alone letting people like this come to the battlefield to fight, I'm afraid the Japanese would be so scared that they would pee their pants when they saw them.
But Dragon Boat Festival is different. Dragon Boat Festival not only has extraordinary command ability, but also takes the lead.
As the highest commander here, he should just sit in the command room and issue orders. And no one will question anything.
Because he is a special commissioner, he has the highest official position in the entire Jiangyin Fortress.
But there was no Dragon Boat Festival. He rushed to the front line like a soldier, dragging a wounded leg.
Such a special correspondent... no, such a man deserves Huo Shouyi's admiration.
He also climbed up the tall mountain of Japanese corpses and roared angrily: "Brothers, our special commissioner is on the battlefield. He dragged a wounded leg into battle to kill the enemy. What should we do? I, Huo Shouyi, am here.
, today’s battle, my brothers and I will shed blood together!”
"Common bruises!"
"Swear to the death to kill the enemy!"
"I would rather die than retreat!..."
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In the roar of Duanwu and Commander Huo, all the soldiers present, including those in the distance, roared.
Because they all saw it. They saw the two top commanders of Jiangyin Fortress fighting with them on the battlefield.
And if an officer is like this, what should a soldier do?
The anger and blood in the warriors boiled up. They roared and charged at the enemy in front of them.
Brave and unafraid of death, each one is as good as ten.
And at the same time, the right wing of the 672nd Regiment was restless, and more than 800 people from the original garrison brigade of Jiangyin Fortress launched a charge towards the Japanese army from the flank.
Boom!
An explosion occurred at the headquarters of the Japanese 53rd Regiment at this time, and flames shot into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, nearly five hundred people came from behind the Japanese army. They were part of the 103rd Division. After solving the first part of the Japanese 58th Regiment at the 671st Regiment position, they detoured and fought out from behind the Japanese army.
At this time, the Japanese army was surrounded on three sides, and the little Japs were panicking. All the Japanese commanders looked at Kitano Sanjuroro, because if they were surrounded on three sides, they would have no choice but to jump off the cliff on the north side and be trapped.
The Chinese rushed into the river and ended up becoming water bastards!...