His father, who had been silently guarding him for three years, died in front of his eyes with the Japanese army's tank.

How can Li Guobin's heart not hurt? All the unwillingness and grievances came to naught at this moment, and all that came to my heart was grief and unspeakable self-blame.

The fifth squad leader turned out to be Company Commander Li's father? Tang Yongming and the more than 30 surviving soldiers were equally surprised, looking at Li Guobin, who was on his knees and slammed his fists on the ground, his eyes were full of sympathy, of course, more admiration.

The matter of bombing the Japanese tank was drawn under the auspices of the young company commander Li Guobin, and the veteran won the lot, and he also led his fifth squad to complete this fatal task.

The enemy tanks that were constantly exploding not far away, each loud bang meant that there was one less person in the fifth squad; Every loud bang seems to pay tribute to the veteran; Every loud bang is also playing the death knell of the puppet soldiers on the top of the mountain.

When the young lieutenant Li Guobin raised his head and stared into the distance with a pair of blood-red eyes, the four Japanese tanks that were still menacing before became four candles, and explosions continued to sound from the tanks, which were the sound of shells and bullets.

A thin soldier staggered from the distant trench and stood in front of Tang Yongming and Li Guobin, with a heavy cry: "Report to the commander, the fifth squad has completed the combat mission and requests to return to the team." ”

Eight people went out of the fifth squad and blew up four tanks, which was the only soldier left in the fifth squad, and Li Guobin's heart throbbed.

"Exactly." Tang Yongming's resolute face showed a hint of softness, patted the little soldier's shoulder, and replied.

Four tanks were burning, as if four torches were lit on the top of the black pot mountain, and the Japanese officers, large and small, were collectively stunned with binoculars at the foot of the mountain. The invincible imperial weapon was actually broken on a small hillside in China.

Even the Chinese did not have any large weapons, so they lit the 11-ton steel monster into a torch. The fate of Watanabe Nakasa, who swore that Haikou would let the flower of honor of the Watanabe family continue to bloom at night, didn't need to think about it at all.

The tank has high protection, but if it is blown up, it is an iron coffin, and the people inside will be smoked to death even if they are not blown up.

The puppet soldiers in the trenches were also staring wide-eyed, all the previous victories were because they had the tanks of the Japanese masters, and the unscrupulous fire of a dozen machine guns almost wiped out the fire points of the enemy who dared to resist, otherwise how could they have landed on the enemy positions so easily?

However, it was gone in a blink of an eye? How should the rest of the battle be fought? All eyes were on the major who had hidden himself well in the trenches, and that was their front-line commander.

At this time, there were no shells falling on the position, and Zhao Ergou's artillery company had already exhausted a base number of shells, not to mention that the two armies were now almost completely intertwined, and Liu Lang gave the order to stop the shelling.

No one fired a shot, and there was an eerie silence in the position, and the soldiers on both sides crouching on the edge of the trench seemed to hear each other's heavy breathing.

Now, finally, it's our turn. Looking up at the sky that was somewhat dark by the gunsmoke, Tang Yongming's elegant face flashed a hint of fierceness, and he ordered loudly: "Trumpeter, blow the trumpet, charge." ”

"Doodoo。。。。。 The sound of the trumpet of the charge familiar to the people of the future republic sounded poignantly from the position.

Don't be surprised, whether it is the red army or the national army, the main generals are all from the Whampoa Military Academy, and the two armies use the same number to pass orders, and even the trumpet of the charge is almost the same. Before 1927, they were collectively known as the Revolutionary Army, except for political differences.

It took only 20 seconds for the two companies that had been waiting for a long time to rush from behind the mountain through the communication trench towards the No. 1 position, and it took only 20 seconds to cross the dozens of remaining comrades in the second trench of the No. 1 position, and one after another grenades were thrown into the first trench more than 20 meters away.

They didn't even carry their spears, so brazenly holding the Northwest Army's unique equipment ---- broadsword, they rushed towards the puppet army with a look of horror on their faces.

"Brethren, do you have any energy? If you can move, follow me to kill the thief. Li Guobin, whose eyes were red, pulled out the big knife behind his back, raised his arms and shouted.

No one spoke, as long as there was movement, including Tang Yongming, silently drew his knife and told the young lieutenant who had just lost his father with the facts.

They can all kill, they can kill.

The small soldier who survived the fifth class also stood up with his bayonet gun, and the soldier who had less than a year of military experience was not qualified to make a broadsword.

The distance of more than 20 meters is instantaneous, and everyone only has time to pull the trigger once, and it is undoubtedly stupid to pull the bolt to shoot at this time, and the best reaction of a good infantry at this time is to rush forward and stab the enemy who is rushing towards him.

Yes, white-knuckle warfare, the most tragic white-knuckle battle of the war, broke out so simply. White-knuckle combat is different from the war of hot weapons such as guns, whether you knock down an enemy with a single shot or blow them up with a single shot, but it is from a distance, and you can't feel the temperature of blood. And in the brutal white-knuckle battle, you can not only feel the blood rising up to the sky at close range, but also the warmth of blood, which is also close at hand.

A general once said that white-knuckle warfare is the best way to verify the quality of an army, and an army that has not experienced white-knuckle warfare can never be called a strong army.

In fact, it is said that white-knuckle combat is extremely cruel, and an army that has not experienced such a brutal battle, you can't be sure how strong his will to fight will be.

What is the most striking feature of the 29th Army, which was formed on the basis of the Northwest Army? is that everyone carries a big knife behind their backs, even in the most difficult days in Shanxi, the 29th Army, known as the big knife army, also practices hard every day.

If the Chinese army was not afraid of white-knuckle warfare throughout the thirties and forties, then the 29th Army could definitely occupy a place, in the past time and space, the 29th Army slashed and killed thousands of Japanese soldiers with a big sword night attack, regained some face for the defeated Battle of the Great Wall, and pulled a fig leaf for the bald headmaster who was busy "suppressing bandits".

Even the Japanese army, which was famous for its stabbing skills, suffered a big loss under the broadsword, not to mention the puppet army trained by the Japanese. It is said that the combat effectiveness of the puppet army is not weak, it also depends on when, when the war is smooth, they are more fierce than wolves, more vicious than tigers, but once the war is not smooth, that is, a pile of scum.

A group of soldiers without faith can at best be called a group of armed straw bandits, not an army.

The puppet army is the most appropriate name for them. 19610