After visiting the wounded, Zhang Zhizhong, who was inspecting the battlefield, deliberately took several commanders to the battlefield of Liu Lang's squad to snipe the Japanese army under the leadership of Chen Zhenxin, lieutenant colonel and battalion commander of the 88th Division. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, it was already fifteen o'clock in the afternoon, maybe the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield had not noticed this, or maybe Chen Zhenxin made people deliberately keep it.

Anyway, except for the remains of the soldiers of the national army that have been collected, the rest has not changed at all.

Although he had learned from Chen Zhenxin in advance that there was a 28-100 battle here, when Zhang Zhizhong and several generals stepped on this battlefield, they still collectively gasped.

The front of the position is obviously the main battlefield, and on the battlefield within a radius of several hundred meters, there are dozens of corpses of Japanese soldiers lying horizontally and vertically, and the muzzles of the three Type 11 machine guns shining with a cold blue luster in the early spring sun are still facing several generals and colonels standing in front of the tunnel.

In other words, the sleeping colonel with a mere twenty or so people actually wiped out almost half of the devils of the squadron on the frontal battlefield.

"This grandmother's is too talented." Yu Jishi stared at the battlefield in front of him in disbelief.

Not to mention the tragedy, being able to kill dozens of Japanese soldiers with more than 20 rifles and a light machine gun is worthy of his thumbs up.

As a major general who grew up step by step from a grassroots platoon commander, Yu Jishi knew too well the Japanese army's tactics of attacking fortified positions.

When the Japanese army invaded the northeast last year, it was not true that hundreds of thousands of troops fled back to the Central Plains with their tails between their legs without firing a shot, and it was not that there were no enthusiastic patriotic generals and colonels who resisted, but a whole regiment of thousands of people was defending the city but was killed by more than 200 devils of a reinforced squadron, and the whole army was wiped out.

But now, dozens of bloody Japanese corpses are in front of them, which makes the generals and colonies of the national army present have to say a word, this skirmish of 100 people is very insignificant compared with the battle of tens of thousands of people to fight to the death, but the meaning of its representation is great.

However, the shock of the generals is not over.

"Commanders, I think you can know a little bit more." Lieutenant Colonel Chen Zhenxin, who had been silent and was responsible for leading the way, suddenly spoke.

Seeing Zhang Zhizhong nodding in agreement, Chen Zhenxin said solemnly: "After the war, I spent two hours examining all the corpses of Japanese soldiers, including the flank positions, in this offensive and defensive battle, a total of 34 little devils died from gunshot wounds, and 18 people died from artillery shelling. Yao Yao pointed to the lonely infantry gun left there at 500 meters, which had been distorted throughout, "This should be the credit of the Type 41 infantry gun." ”

"That kid used that baby to bombard the devil's headquarters!" One of the colonels nodded abruptly.

"When we came, there should still be about 30 devils, and my battalion of 200 people chased and killed for nearly half an hour, killing a total of 23 devils, capturing two people, and running a few devils." Chen Zhenxin nodded and continued.

"Go on." Zhang Zhizhong suddenly raised his feet and walked towards the front of the tunnel.

"Yes, after interrogation, the captured little devils confessed that they belonged to the squadron directly under the Seventh Wing Wing Headquarters, and they came to hunt down and kill the murderers of the sneak attack on the Wing Headquarters, and the two full-strength squads that were lucky not to be shelled were involved in the operation, including the squadron leader Naochi Shaowen Shaozuo, a total of 105 people."

"34 plus 18 plus the 25 you killed and caught, a total of 77 people, and a few more people ran, so let's fight 82 people. Oh no! Camp Commander Chen, although Lao Tzu is a big boss, but he has also studied for a few days, this simple arithmetic is not difficult for me, where did these 105 come from? The other colonel, who followed Yu Ji, had a black face and a residual color of gunsmoke, and asked a question.

Chen Zhenxin looked at this, although he was not his direct boss, but he was also a very famous member of the 88th Division, as the commander of the regiment, he always rushed to the front with the first soldier, so he naturally did not dare to slack off, pointed to the front thirty meters, and said with a solemn face: "There are no gunshot wounds, except for the mutilated bodies of the five devils who are on the side of the infantry artillery, the rest are there." ”

"What do you mean?" Huang Meixing, who was born in Guangdong Province, was very curious, and quickly overtook his own military commander, walked to the area where the corpses were concentrated, and squatted down to look at the corpse of the devil.

"Hold your mother! Fight to kill with a bayonet? Huang Meixing was shocked after looking at several corpses in a row, these Japanese soldiers were all stabbed to death with bayonets, and they were actually killed in hand-to-hand combat.

"Yes, 22 people in all, all of whom died from bayonet wounds and blunt force blows." Chen Zhenxin replied with a solemn face.

The surprise of the commanders was naturally not surprising to him, you must know that when he inspected in the afternoon, it was a cold sweat from the inspection, he couldn't believe that the 19th Route Army had such elite soldiers, and more than a dozen people actually fought and killed far more Japanese soldiers than them, especially one of them.

You must know that in the battles of the past few days, the white-knuckle battles that have appeared from time to time, if not two against one, except for a few extremely brave ones, almost all end in defeat. In contrast, this makes them feel embarrassed by the elites who claim to be the Central Army.

No wonder the fat man had as many as eighteen knife wounds on his body, as well as a large hole in the thin body that could be seen through the front and back. The generals and colonels headed by Zhang Zhizhong seemed to have a tragic scene in the early hours of the morning, and more than a dozen soldiers of the national army under the leadership of a fat man blocked the devil's bayonet with their flesh and blood, and plunged their own bayonets into the enemy's heart.

In addition to being miserable, it is more fierce.

Heroic.

"Now, who of you still thinks that their deeds are not enough to report to the presidential palace? Not enough to inform all compatriots? Zhang Zhizhong didn't look at the generals around him, and looked at the ruins and ruins that were still emitting black smoke in the distance.

There, a Japanese major general and Dazuo and nearly sixty devils were buried, and the two command knives that could only be used by the Japanese generals had been found.

Everyone was silent.

"Master Mao, especially when I heard that your fat communications officer is very accurate. The captured little devils are still babbling that if it weren't for a sharpshooter inside, they wouldn't have been so badly defeated. Huang Meixing saw that the atmosphere was a little heavy, and the conversation changed and talked about Liu Lang.

Mao Weishou grinned and wanted to laugh, but the muscles on his face were a little stiff, and his smile was more ugly than crying.

The golden "big ingot" turned into a gorgeous and turned into a super soldier, and it was estimated that he would have to laugh when he put it on the chief, but Mao Weishou really couldn't laugh at this time.

If he could, he wanted to run the fat man who liked to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger as quickly as possible, and ran all the way to the base camp of the 19th Route Army.

General Zhang was just that, and the flames in the eyes of Yu Jishi, Wang Jingjiu and others standing next to him clearly reminded Mao Weishou, who was a lone soldier here.

They want to rob people.

Rob that fat man who has money and ability.