Thirty machine guns rushed to the front to clear the way, aiming at the little devils with crazy output.
The little devils were all crowded into a long and narrow street because of the explosion.
Before the war, the streets were still at least seven or eight meters wide. But after a violent explosion, the road was no more than four meters wide at its widest and less than two meters at its narrowest.
Most of the surviving little Japs are here, and only a small number of Japs are still struggling in the ruins.
So, under the fierce shooting of the machine gunners, dozens of Japanese soldiers were beaten into sieves in an instant.
The remaining Japanese soldiers fought back in panic, but to no avail.
When the machine gunner of the Independent Regiment charged, his hand almost never left the trigger. Although some bullets flew away due to recoil, most of the bullets still hit the little devil.
The little Japanese was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly. Under such unfavorable combat conditions, he would be an idiot if he continued to hold on.
At this time, screw the bushido, screw the loyalty to His Majesty the Emperor, and save your life is the most important thing.
The Japanese escaped and caught Dragon Boat Festival by surprise.
What about the Bushido spirit that was promised? What about the decisive battle that was promised? What do you mean by running away?
"Little devil, don't run away? Let's have a duel between samurai and samurai."
Duanwu shouted quickly, but at this time the little devil had completely collapsed, and the defeat could not be stopped at all.
The disgraced Konoe Hon ordered his defeated troops to go back and fight to the bitter end with the independent regiment.
However, these little Japs had already lost their sense of fighting. Only a few Japs were shot to death by Isao Konoe and they were stopped forcibly.
"Baga Yalu, let's see if you still have some warrior spirit?
You must always remember that you are the warriors of the Japanese Empire.
And now is the time for us to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor!
When it comes to close combat and bayonet fighting, ten Chinese people are no match for one of our imperial soldiers.
Warriors of the empire! Show your courage. Since the Chinese dare to come out from the Sixing Warehouse, it is time for us to win!
Listen to my order and withdraw the bullet!!!"
Isao Konoe roared loudly, and although all the Japs were reluctant, they still repeated the action of withdrawing bullets.
At the same time, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment also stopped.
Because most of the Japs had already escaped, there was only one colonel and about fifty Japs left who did not fire, but were making retreating movements.
A recruit asked in confusion: "There are bullets in the kid's gun, why don't you shoot us instead of retreating?"
Zhu Shengzhong spat and said: "The 38-type rifle has strong penetrating power. The Japanese are afraid that the gun will go off and hurt one of their own people when fighting with bayonets. Brothers, get on it and shoot!"
Zhu Shengzhong ignored that and ordered the soldiers to shoot.
"Wait!"
Duanwu arrived in time to stop the soldiers from firing.
Zhu Shengzhong said in confusion: "Tuanzu, what kind of rules do you have to tell the little devil?"
"See for yourself, how far are we from the Japanese?"
After the Dragon Boat Festival reminder, Zhu Shengzhong realized it. They were still nearly 80 meters away from the little devil at this time.
At this distance, let alone the marksmanship of the soldiers, even if their marksmanship was excellent, they would not be able to kill all the little Japs in an instant.
But on the Jaap's defensive position, there was a heavy machine gun and at least two crooked guns. Once the two sides started a gun battle at this distance, and the independent regiment did not have enough bunkers, the consequences could be imagined.
There are still more than 600 people in the independent group. How can we hide with so many people staying in the open area?
Of course, Duanwu didn't expect that the little devil would be so cowardly. He was blown away by the gas and charged with more than 600 people. He was so frightened that at least 300 people ran away.
Only Isao Konoe and fifty or so little devils were left to fight the Dragon Boat Festival.
So if he had brought fewer people, he would have fired long ago. If he brought too many people, he would have become a burden.
But it doesn't matter, as long as the enemy has fewer people and fights with them with bayonets. Six hundred people fight fifty people. I don't believe they can't win in the Dragon Boat Festival. Today, even if they use numbers to overwhelm them, they will crush the opponent to death.
At the same time, the little devil naturally felt even more pressure. Six hundred people were about to rush over, just like a flood bursting from a dam.
At this time, some little devils were scared to death and could only recite his bushido spirit silently in their hearts.
At this time, if there was anything else that could support them standing here, facing enemies ten times their size, apart from the spirit of Bushido, the only thing left was Konoe Isao's roar.
"Attack!"
Amidst Konoe Isao's roar, all the little Japs stepped out on trembling legs, bit their back molars, and jumped out from behind the bunker.
At the same time, Duanwu also drew his sword and ordered loudly: "All of them are here, kill them! Don't leave any Japanese behind!"
"kill!"
Zhu Shengzhong then roared, but at the moment Zhu Shengzhong was about to charge, Duanwu's voice came: "Shoot when you get closer."
When Zhu Shengzhong was happy, he said, with Tuan Zuo's temperament, how could he care about the life and death of these little devils? Each of these devils deserved to die, and they did not know how many innocent people they killed in the Songhu Battle.
Blood debts must be repaid with blood. Let these hateful little devils pay the price for their crimes.
The soldiers were roaring and roaring. The blood in their bodies seemed to be burning.
That was hatred, that was the anger of the avengers. They ran with all their strength, like tigers descending the mountain.
But looking at the little devils now, they were running slower and slower. The bushido in their hearts was on the verge of collapse again, and if Konoe Isao was not still behind them, I am afraid they would have run away long ago.
At this moment, they envied the Japanese who had escaped before...
But they couldn't turn back time, so they had no choice but to rush forward.
With a distance of less than eighty meters, the two sides collided with each other in just three or four seconds.
Duanwu rushed to the front with a sword in hand. With one strike, half of the body of a Japanese corps leader was chopped off.
The sword in his hand belongs to Major Yamamoto. This Japanese swordsman is a seventh-dan disciple of Itto-ryu. The sword in his hand is also different from ordinary swords, it is very sharp.
Coupled with Dragon Boat Festival's angry slash, the little devil's body was directly cut into pieces.
Another stab with his backhand, and another little Japanese died under the Dragon Boat Festival's sword.
Although these little devils are well-trained and undergo strict assassination training before joining the war, they are still full of flaws in front of the special forces called Duanwu.
During the Dragon Boat Festival, the Japanese were killed with one knife.
At the same time, the old Japanese soldier Konoe Hsun was also extremely brave. He killed two independent regiment soldiers one after another.
The soldiers of the Independent Regiment opened fire, but the old devil was cunning and managed to dodge.
Isao Konoe said angrily: "It is not the behavior of a samurai to fight with bayonets and shoot at the same time."
"Old devil, if you want to find a warrior, come to me."
At this moment, Danwu waved provocatively at Konoe Isao.
Danwu saw Konoe Xun just now when he was making a move. This old devil was different from ordinary devils. His swords were ruthless and his moves were deadly. They were all murderous moves.
And what is a killing move?
It’s martial arts!
Martial arts were created not to exercise the body, but to kill people.
Therefore, real martial arts is not gorgeous, it is about defeating the enemy with one move.
Konoe Isao is just such a master.
Of course, the same goes for Dragon Boat Festival. He let Isao Konoe know today that his bushido and swordsmanship are completely vulnerable to the Chinese!...