This is the old Shanmaozi who is using his life to buy time for his little Su Bei to change bullets. Death is no longer scary to the Chinese soldiers who are still alive. The only thing they consider is how to do everything they can before they die.
Kill as many Japanese soldiers as possible!
When Xiao Su Bei ran out of magazines, he began to rummage around himself and nearby empty ammunition boxes in a panic. Only then did he realize that the magazine just now was the last one. Xiao Su Bei shed tears and put the machine gun on the
Behind him, he put the leather magazine bag on it, cried and held the two grenades with the fuse tightly and rushed towards the Japanese army!
With two muffled explosions that were almost connected together, little Su Bei's figure disappeared from sight!
Fang Zishan, who witnessed this feat, didn't even know the name of the young soldier. He only vaguely remembered that Xiao Su Bei was the only recruit who survived a day on the battlefield.
Pulling out the bayonet stuck on the side, Fang Zishan clicked it and hung it on the front end of the rifle. After sending the last bullet in the chamber to the Japanese army, Fang Zishan raised his arms and roared: "Brothers! Death belongs to soldiers!"
Highest honor! 'Kill!"
Death is the highest honor for a soldier!
This is what every soldier in the SS must remember!
Several soldiers who jumped up together were shot and fell one after another. Fang Zishan could only see the hateful-looking Japanese soldiers, and he resolutely stood up and charged forward in the face of the rain of bullets like locusts.
Japanese soldiers used their bayonets to retract bullets without firing?
If Fang Zishan were asked to comment on those soldiers who personally participated in the battle with the Japanese army, Fang Zishan would definitely add the words "pure nonsense". Are the Japanese related to you? Give up their superior firepower and retreat bullets to engage in hand-to-hand combat with you.
Stabbing? Maybe the Japanese have really done this, but they are definitely not facing a well-armed and well-trained squadron on a frontal battlefield.
The first item in the Japanese army's infantry drill is to use superior firepower to eliminate the enemy's effective forces and reduce our army's casualties. The Japanese army does uphold the spirit of Bushido, but it does not mean that the Japanese army is very pedantic and stupid.
Fang Zishan's impression of the Japanese is that they are very difficult to deal with. The quality of individual soldiers is extremely high, the tactical literacy of grassroots officers is excellent, the team cooperates well with each other, and the firepower of light and heavy machine guns, grenades, and mortars is accurately controlled.
Kill! Capture the thief first and capture the king first! Fang Zishan held up his rifle with a gleaming bayonet and headed straight for a Japanese sergeant who was wielding a command knife with extraordinary ferocity.
Obviously, this tall and powerful sergeant, who was rare in the Japanese army, had the courage and courage not to take the Chinese soldiers seriously. Fang Zishan's purpose in killing him was to gain the upper hand and lower the morale of the Japanese army. This was very important in hand-to-hand combat.
The Japanese sergeant also discovered Fang Zishan who was coming straight towards him. The Japanese sergeant with a grin on his face raised his Southern-style pistol and fired at Fang Zishan, but the bullet hit a Chinese soldier who was passing by. The Japanese soldier was very annoyed.
The sergeant kept pulling the trigger and all he heard was the clicking sound of the empty chamber.
Throwing away his pistol, the Japanese sergeant raised his knife and struck him head-on. Fang Zishan raised his gun to block the Japanese sergeant's command knife, and at the same time, he kicked the Japanese sergeant in the stomach. The two of them struggled together and became a ball.
The big Japanese sergeant relied on his physical strength to punch Fang Zishan until his eyes were filled with gold stars, and then clamped Fang Zishan's neck tightly.
Fang Zishan, whose face turned purple due to suffocation, used his right hand to block the side of his Adam's apple to prevent the Japanese sergeant from giving him a fatal blow.
Because Fang Zishan knows very well that the so-called strangling someone to death actually means crushing the cartilage of the person's Adam's apple, sealing the trachea and causing the opponent's brain to die of oxygen deprivation. This is a common one-hit kill method used by the Army, which has the same effect as attacking the temple.
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Suddenly, Fang Zishan, who was already somewhat unconscious, touched a Japanese helmet. In his desire to survive, Fang Zishan instantly burst out with an unimaginable force, overturning the Japanese sergeant riding on him, and smashed the helmet in his hand.
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One hit, two hits, three hits! Until the Japanese sergeant was beaten to a bloody pulp. Seeing this, the nearby Japanese soldiers went crazy and rushed towards Fang Zishan. A Japanese soldier rushed up from the side with his bare hands and hugged Fang Zishan, who was in a frenzy.
Rolling to the side, Fang Zishan turned over and bit the Japanese soldier's neck. The Japanese soldier kicked his legs in vain while the hot blood spattered wantonly!
This scene, which was like a wild beast, shocked the Japanese soldiers who rushed over. They looked blankly at Fang Zishan, whose face was covered with blood. They picked up a rifle and rushed over like demons crawling out of hell!
At this critical moment, Liang Dabao rushed over with a machine gun. Da, da da! Da! Da da! The Japanese soldiers fell to the ground like fallen leaves in autumn with very rhythmic short shots.
Liang Dabao is a heavy machine gun shooter. No matter what machine gun he gets in his hands, he can turn it into something magical!
The Japanese attack was finally repulsed, and more than sixty Japanese corpses added some decoration to this small position. Fang Zishan was lying in the mud mixed with broken limbs and broken arms, panting like an ox.
Liang Dabao touched Fang Zishan up and down with a concerned look on his face, which made Fang Zishan look at him strangely. If Fang Zishan could speak at this moment, he would definitely get out of the way!
Soon, Liang Dabao found what he was looking for from Fang Zishan's pocket, which was half a pack of cigarettes. Fang Zishan glared at Liang Dabao fiercely.
Liang Dabao smiled with his cracked mouth showing yellow teeth: "Sir, it's such a waste to stuff your nose every time! It's better to give it to the brothers!"
Fang Zishan nodded. Seeing that Fang Zishan agreed, Liang Dabao hurriedly raised his hands and shouted: "Captain Fang is handing out cigarettes to everyone as a tooth sacrifice!"
Fang Zishan glared at Liang Dabao and said, "There are only five sticks left. Let's take turns and take a bite each!"
Liang Dabao pinched the cigarette case sadly and said in a low voice: "Five cigarettes are enough, that's enough!"
"What?" Fang Zishan staggered and stood up with the support of Liang Dabao. There were only five lonely people, the Northeastern guy, the old Shanxi guy, the big bowl of noodles, the small glasses, and the bow legs, looking for their brothers who were still alive on the battlefield.
Fang Zishan looked at his watch. There was only the last ray of sunshine left in the sky. Perhaps the Japanese thought that there were no living Chinese on the battlefield, and they even skipped the routine shelling after the attack failed?
So the seven surviving Chinese soldiers scolded the little Japanese for being stingy, refusing to even fire cannons, and looking down on me. At the same time, they were lamenting about their remaining lives. Maybe here, this is the meaning of living.
Fang Zishan's watch no longer works. Fang Zishan estimated that it might have been damaged by the shock, but based on the time when the sun set, he calculated the approximate time of the extremely tragic hand-to-hand combat just now! It was only less than three minutes?
There were forty-seven people on the previous position who could breathe, including three seriously injured people!
Only then did Fang Zishan experience the true cruelty of hand-to-hand combat. The scenes of back-and-forth fighting and entanglement in later film and television dramas could only exist under artistic processing. Even if there were thousands of people fighting hand-to-hand, the fighting time would only last a few minutes.
Where is the damn second platoon? I am leading my troops forward, and the second platoon is cutting off the rear. Why hasn’t the second platoon pulled up yet? Otherwise, I still have a complete platoon in my hand!
After inspecting the position, Fang Zishan looked at Qin Guozhong, a Northeastern guy who was collecting ammunition, and said: "Oh! I said it was strange! Where is the corpse of the big Japanese guy I killed before? That *** thing almost killed me? Why is the corpse missing?
Did you? Which of you saw it?"
Qin Guozhong said with a blank look on his face: "You want to see the little devil who is being tortured to death? What's wrong with you? What's there to see? You're a stinker, and you can stab him through both eyes with a bayonet! We kill them these days.
If little Japan looks at each other, will he still be able to eat in the future?"
A thin young man wearing an ill-fitting military uniform came to Fang Zishan's side, smiled ingratiatingly and said: "Batalion Commander! I saw five or six little Japanese carried back, and I shot two of them down."
, Do you think it’s strange? I knocked down two of them and someone came back. It’s like throwing away the bodies? It’s just a commander. The lieutenant colonel who was killed yesterday is still stinking in the puddle! "
Fang Zishan glanced at his small-glassed arm, which was obviously bleeding out. He frowned and said, "How come you failed in shooting black guns?"
Little Glasses chuckled and said, "Why don't we let the little devil find the hiding place? If it weren't for the box gun you gave me, I would have confessed."
Fang Zishan nodded with satisfaction. Xiao Yan’s original name was Wan Zige. He rarely shouted slogans and had no passion. His only hobby was shooting black guns. He not only shot accurately, but also shot with skill. He saved Fang Zishan’s life several times.
, but from his appearance to his special abilities, he can be called extremely vulgar. If he were to wear Japanese dog skin, Fang Zishan would definitely become a Japanese devil.
Fang Zishan was also puzzled that the Japanese sergeant he killed was missing. After searching for a long time, he found a Japanese samurai saber with a cold light!
As soon as he got this unusual saber, Fang Zishan was stunned. After wiping off the dirt on the knife, all the clear and beautiful cloud patterns were revealed. Looking at his rifle that was almost cut off before, Fang Zishan broke into a cold sweat.
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There is no particularly strict hierarchical classification of command swords for officers of the Imperial Japanese Army and Navy, but everyone above the rank of commander has one.
After the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese army equipped a large number of European-style Western-style command knives, but it was soon discovered that the swords broke at the touch of a hand-to-hand combat and were not practical at all. So the Army Ministry designed this kind of command knife based on the style of the ancient samurai sword to equip the troops.
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At that time, the Japanese Army General Staff Headquarters only stipulated a unified standard for scabbards and handles, but the choice of blades was relatively free. Officers could use blades made by machines in the arsenal, or they could also purchase high-quality products handmade by swordsmiths.
Some officers with noble backgrounds put famous ancestral swords in standard scabbards and handles and brought them to the battlefield for use.
Those from poor families can only use cheap machine-made blades!