Major Genryo Uemura is not the kind of officer who cherishes the lives of his subordinates. [.Com text] For these fanatical mid-level officers, let alone the lives of ordinary soldiers, they will not hesitate even if necessary.
Abandon them. Compared with those senior officers who are sluggish and pay more attention to calmness, fanatical middle-level and lower-level officers like Major Genryo Uemura are the most terrifying factors in the Japanese army.
I think back then, the Kwantung Army only had a few junior staff officers who dared to abandon the army and instigate the September 18th Incident. A few low-level officers dared to launch the February 26th Mutiny, assassinate ministers, and attack the Prime Minister. There are really no such young mid-level officers in the Japanese army.
Things that officers dare not do. To say that these mid-level officers who cause trouble everywhere cherish the lives of soldiers is like a fantasy.
Genryo Uemura didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat because he was worried that if hand-to-hand combat caused too many casualties, it would firstly embarrass himself, and secondly, it would also cause dissatisfaction from his superiors. It wouldn't matter if it was on the battlefield, but with these things that he regarded as rubbish
If the same logs are used with bayonets, wouldn't it be ridiculous if the casualties are large?
However, under the pressure of Takeo Ishii, Genliang Uemura could only put aside his face temporarily. He knew what Takeo Ishii said to him. The cunning, cunning, arrogant and arrogant Captain Ishii could definitely
It can be done.
Although he was a little worried about causing heavy casualties and making it difficult to deal with the enemy, he had no time to hesitate at this point. Fortunately, Uemura Genryo still had confidence in the ability of his soldiers who trained on living people in hand-to-hand combat.
Although the number of people in the maluda pressing up in front of him was far greater than that of his own men, in Genryo Uemura's view, it was still easy to defeat these logs relying on his skilled hand-to-hand combat capabilities. The only difference was the size of the casualties.
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But he had a pretty good idea, thinking that even if he lost his advantage in firepower, he would still have no problem defeating the 500-strong Jaluda by relying solely on hand-to-hand combat. But would things be as simple as he imagined? This may not be possible.
Just when Uemura Genryo's subordinates saw the road warriors who had rushed in front of them and were quickly retracting the bullets from the barrels in accordance with the regulations, the howl of a machine gun suddenly sounded from the side of the Japanese. They were unable to guard against it.
The Japanese soldiers who were concentrating on preparing for hand-to-hand combat fell instantly.
Almost at the same time as the machine gun on his side rang out, those Ma Luda who had rushed in front of his men actually took out a large number of Japanese-style southern pistols and fired fiercely at the soldiers who had already taken a stance and were ready for hand-to-hand combat. They were easily knocked down.
Dozens of Japanese troops.
Although this kind of pistol is extremely ugly, its performance is not very reliable, and its bullet penetration is weak. However, this pistol, which has been criticized countless times, has one advantage that everyone agrees on, and that is its excellent accuracy.
Moreover, this kind of pistol uses southern-style pistol bullets with some special ballistics, which is very lethal at close range. The volley of pistols fired at such a close distance really caused Uemura Genyoshi to suffer a big loss.
Seeing that almost everyone in the Amalu Front Team was armed with a Southern-style pistol, Uemura Genryo looked angrily at Takeo Ishii standing next to him. Where did these pistols come from? You can find out without asking. As
The subordinates drawn from the regular field force are not equipped with so many pistols, but the guards of the special squad are equipped with one each.
Takeo Ishii saw Genryo Uemura glaring at him. He looked across the street and saw that almost everyone had a southern-style pistol. Now that he understood where Genryo Uemura's anger came from, his face that had been so arrogant just now was filled with anger.
I am also a little ashamed. After all, the origin of the Imperial Army standard pistols in the hands of those road warriors can be guessed by just one person.
Compared with the large number of pistols falling into the hands of those big men on the street, Uemura Genliang was even more confused about where the machine gun firepower on his side came from. Although he had just knocked out a dozen machine gunners by the opponent, he did not
Not a single block of road space has been released.
Damn it, he didn't let anyone escape, so who fired the machine gun fire on his flank? Genryo Uemura was certain that although he had placed a small force on his flank, he definitely did not arrange a machine gun.
He concentrated all the machine guns he brought on the front. Because he saw that the lights in the corridor on the opposite floor were still on, he knew that the power was not cut off. It was impossible to attack those roads that were so big that he didn't even have a shovel on hand.
Climbing over a two-meter-high wall with an electric grid on top.
In fact, he did not expect that the firepower would suddenly appear from the flank. Where did the firepower come from? It was not just Uemura Genryo. Yang Zhen, who was the first to rush into the enemy formation and make contact with the Japanese, and was almost not injured by a stray bullet, was also the same.
Didn't expect that.
Although they were almost not injured by stray bullets, dozens of the more than a hundred Japanese soldiers in front of them fell under the sudden firepower. In addition, the southern pistols in the hands of the prisoners of war rushed up and fired wildly.
Genryo Uemura, who still had more than a hundred people under his command, now had only half of them left.
The southern-style pistol, which has excellent accuracy and excellent directivity, does not need to be aimed at such a close distance. It can be achieved by just shooting roughly. In addition, although its penetration is poor,
But the stopping effect is excellent. The power of close-range shooting is almost as good as that of DUM pistol bullets.
At such a close distance, as long as they are hit by one such bullet, few people can continue to fight. Not to mention that hand-to-hand combat requires a lot of physical strength. In this period of pistol bullets, the Japanese fell, and the number of people who lost their fighting ability was even higher than that period.
Even more people were knocked down by the crooked machine guns.
He was well aware of the advantages and disadvantages of the Southern-style pistol. Seeing his subordinates lying on the ground, Genryo Uemura felt even more hatred for Takeo Ishii, who was crawling on the ground and refused to get up.
With half the Japs missing, the pressure Yang Zhen endured in hand-to-hand combat was also much less. But what made him feel a little disappointed was that hundreds of Japs could only besiege dozens of Japs. Except for himself, in hand-to-hand combat, Yang Zhen felt a little disappointed.
During the battle, the prisoners of war, who had an absolute numerical advantage, were actually at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to take advantage. Especially when engaging in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese who had spontaneously formed a tactical team, they even suffered some losses.
Yang Zhen pulled out the rifle from a Japanese soldier's chest and smashed the Japanese soldier's nose to pieces with the butt of the gun. He saw that he was stabbed and fell in front of his eyes, but he was the brother who failed to save him in time.
, shouted loudly: "Have you just used up all the bullets in your pistols and even the spare magazines? We can't defeat them with bayonets. Are the pistols in our hands now like scrap metal?"
"Brothers who don't have pistols, trap the Japs first, and don't rush to attack. Brothers who have pistols, immediately take the time to change the magazine of the pistol. After changing it, use the pistol to greet these beasts."
After saying that, Yang Zhen took the first step to take out the Browning pistol from his trouser pocket, raised his hand and knocked down the two Japanese who were about to give a bayonet to the prisoner of war who was stabbed to the ground.
Yang Zhen's shout woke up the dreamer. The brothers who were assigned pistols hurriedly backed away and took out spare magazines to replace them. Unfortunately, it was almost the first time for these people to cooperate with each other in fighting, and they were far from forming a tacit understanding.
The brothers who were about to change the magazines for the pistols in their hands retreated, but most of the positions they vacated were not filled in time. Before these brothers could take out the spare magazines, they were stabbed to death by the Japanese who caught the gap.
This way, it adds a lot of unnecessary losses.
Looking at the chaotic scene, Yang Zhen almost bit off his tongue without regret. Although he was a little angry, Yang Zhen knew that he could not blame these brothers who seemed to be in a hurry. This was the first time for them to interact with each other.
There is almost no tacit understanding in fighting together. It is already very good to be able to fight like this.
The unfamiliarity of mutual cooperation and the low level of hand-to-hand combat put the captured soldiers who had the upper hand in numbers at a disadvantage. Among the people who were stabbed to the ground, the majority were prisoners of war wearing prison uniforms. It was barely enough.
The Japanese who were separated gradually tended to move closer to each other.
Seeing that the separated Japs were about to get closer together, Yang Zhenqian was anxious but had no choice. He was not a man with three heads and six arms. He could deal with one or two Japs, but it was impossible to deal with all these Japs at the same time.
Moreover, from the moment he dealt with the guards, Yang Zhen almost did it himself. Now after this hand-to-hand combat, Yang Zhen gradually felt that his physical strength was a little weak. Now he only relied on his will to fight.
Just barely holding on.
If Yang Zhen hadn't relied on his still quick reaction, but the agility of his hands and feet had been greatly reduced, he might have been stabbed down by the Japanese bayonets from time to time. Although he escaped from the vital point, after a hard fight, he was able to survive.
At that time, Yang Zhen's body had already received three or five scratches.
Seeing the situation where the Chinese side had the advantage in numbers but was still locked in a stalemate, Yang Zhen knew that he was running out of time and was anxious, but he still couldn't come up with an effective solution. There was no way, and the others
Their combat power is too weak, and even basic cooperation with each other cannot be achieved.
Just when Yang Zhen was at a loss to deal with the situation, with a burst of brisk gunfire, two people came out from the side to solve the problem for him.
After missing for a while, Yang Zhen thought he had been sacrificed. At this time, Li Mingrui and Huang Dali suddenly appeared, holding two spare magazines in one hand and a speed machine in the other. They were flying up and down, leaning against each other in twos and threes, forming a
The Japs who had formed the tactical combination were called out, and the Japs who had some tendency to gather were dispersed.
The emergence of these two speed machines greatly alleviated the embarrassing situation of being in a situation where there was no score. Under the cover of these two speed machines, the prisoners of war who were just in a hurry finally completed the work of changing the pistol magazine.
After changing the pistol magazine, the doomsday for the surrounded Japs has arrived. At this distance, if a 38-type rifle with strong penetrating power is used, the number of injured people may be much higher than that of the Japs. For weapons with weak penetrating power,
As for the pistol, it is the right time to use it. At least there is no problem in making the Japanese lose their combat effectiveness.
With close combat weapons in hand, no one would be polite to the Japs. After a burst of intense pistol gunfire, only Genrao Uemura and Takeo Ishii were left, who were surrounded by dozens of Chinese prisoners of war.
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After all, he was a regular Japanese officer. Looking at the Chinese prisoners of war surrounding him with a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet in his hand, Uemura Genryo was still very tough. He held up the saber in both hands and prepared to make a last ditch effort.
On the other hand, he was more accustomed to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. He was holding a 38-meter rifle picked up from the ground in his hand. The majesty of the past was long gone. His legs were trembling like a cerebral thrombosis patient. But Ishii Takeo had a lot of troubles.
After this period of fighting, Yang Zhen was exhausted, but he did not dare to rest. He ignored Li Mingrui and Huang Dali, who came to apologize, and walked to the inner third floor where the two Japanese were surrounded and the prisoners on the outer third floor to face Guo Bingxun.
, Peng Dingjie and the other two said: "Lao Guo, we can't delay any longer. You immediately take two hundred people to the Japanese dormitory, which is the Dongcun Village in the picture. The Japanese there are the essence of this demon army. You go and kill them all."
Get rid of them. Remember not to leave any one behind. Huang Dali is a scout, so it would be better if you take him with you."
"I took twenty veterans to the headquarters to get rid of Shiro Ishii. As for the rest, Lao Peng took him to continue looking for explosives. We also went to the General Affairs Department to collect all the maps, medicines, batteries, and everything else that was useful to us.
Take them away. In addition, the injured brothers must be arranged."
Having said this, Yang Zhen said to Peng Dingjie: "Lao Peng, remember to search carefully to see if there is a radio station. If we want to contact the central government, we must have a radio station. Without a radio station, we are deaf. And you must act accordingly
Hurry, we have wasted too much time here, and there is not much time left for us now."
After listening to Yang Zhen's arrangements, Guo Bingxun and Peng Dingjie nodded, said nothing, and left with their own people.
After Guo Bingxun and Peng Dingjie led the people away, Yang Zhen said to Li Mingrui, who wanted to explain to him: "After you go and kill that Japanese officer, pick twenty people to follow me. As for Takeo Ishii, stay here first, I
I need to get something out of his mouth."
Li Mingrui didn't hesitate. Before Yang Zhen's instructions could be heard, he had already shot Uemura Genliang in the head.
Genryo Uemura's death not only did not inspire Takeo Ishii's ambition to fight, but it frightened him out of his last bit of courage. Looking at Genryo Uemura, half of his head was blown away by the streetlight, and his brains were flowing out.
Although Ishii Takeo did not put down the rifle in his poor attire, the hand holding the gun was trembling even more, and there was also a trace of unknown water stains on his crotch.
After receiving Yang Zhen's order, no one was polite to him. Two people went up and knocked him unconscious with the butts of their rifles. They had almost been beaten by him these days, and those prisoners of war who had long hated him in their hearts, if not for Yang
Zhen ordered that one person be left alive, as he might have been eaten alive by the angry prisoners of war.
After knocking Takeo Ishii unconscious, Yang Zhen took Li Mingrui and twenty selected veterans, tied up Takeo Ishii, and led him straight to the headquarters building of the Kwantung Army Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department where Shiro Ishii was. At this moment, because there was no
When the results of the treatment came to an end, Shiro Ishii, who was irritatingly going back and forth in his office, didn't even know that the god of death had begun to wave to him.
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