Uemura Motora is not the kind of officer who cherishes the lives of his subordinates. For these fanatical mid-level officers, not to mention the lives of ordinary soldiers, even if they themselves need to, they will not hesitate to give up. Compared with those high-ranking officers who were calm and paid more attention to composure, fanatical middle- and lower-ranking officers such as Uemura Motora Shaosa were the most terrifying factor in the Japanese army.

I think that in those days, the Kwantung Army dared to ignore the army and instigate the September 18 Incident with only a few junior staff officers, and a few low-level officers dared to launch the 226 Mutiny, assassinate the minister, and attack the prime minister. There was really nothing in the Japanese army that these young mid-level officers did not dare to do. It seems like a fantasy to say that these mid-level officers who are causing trouble everywhere cherish the lives of their soldiers.

Uemura didn't want to engage in hand-to-hand combat because he was a little worried that if the white-knuckle battle caused too many casualties, it would lose face and cause dissatisfaction with his superiors. If it is on the battlefield, it doesn't matter, but if it is like these logs of garbage in his eyes, it is not a shame to laugh if there are large casualties?

It's just that under the persecution of Takeo Ishii, Motora Uemura can only put his face aside for the time being. He knew what Takeo Ishii said to himself, that sinister and cunning, and arrogant Captain Ishii could definitely do it.

Although he was a little worried that it would be difficult to deal with the large casualties, there was no time for him to hesitate at this point. Fortunately, Uemura Motora still has confidence in the ability of his soldiers who practice with live people in white-knuckle combat.

Although the number of people who were pressing on the road in front of him was far greater than that of his own men, in Uemura Motora's opinion, it was still easy to defeat these logs by relying on the skillful white-knuckle combat ability of his men. The difference is only in the size of the casualties.

It's just that what he thinks is quite beautiful, thinking that even if he loses the advantage in firepower, it will be no problem to rely on white-knuckle combat to defeat the road of more than 500 people. But will things be as simple as he imagined? I'm afraid not.

Just when Uemura Motora's subordinates saw the big roads that had rushed in front of them, and they were quickly retracting the bullets in the chambers in accordance with the regulations, the howl of a machine gun suddenly sounded on the side of the devil. Caught off guard, the devil soldiers who were concentrating on preparing for white-knuckle battles fell down in an instant.

Almost at the same time as the machine guns on his side rang out, those who had already rushed to the front of his subordinates actually took out a large number of Japanese-style southern pistols and fired a burst of fierce fire at the soldiers who had already set up their postures and were ready to engage in white-knuckle combat. Lightly knocked down dozens of Japanese soldiers.

Although this pistol is extremely ugly, its performance is not so reliable, and its bullet penetration is weak. But one of the things that has been criticized by everyone is that it is extremely accurate.

Moreover, the trajectory of this pistol is somewhat special Southern style pistol bullets, but the lethality at close range is not small. The volley of pistols fired at such a close distance really made Uemura Motoliang suffer a big loss.

Looking at the rushing road front team almost everyone with a southern-style pistol, Uemura Motora looked angrily at Takeo Ishii, who was standing next to him. You don't have to ask where these pistols came from. As a regular field unit, his subordinates were not equipped with so many pistols, but the guards of the special squad had one pistol.

Takeo Ishii saw Uemura Motora glaring at him, looking at the road opposite, almost everyone was armed with a southern-style pistol. Knowing where Uemura Motora's anger came from, he was a little ashamed on his face that was still arrogant just now. After all, the origin of the Imperial Army's standard pistols in the hands of those road giants can be guessed by a person.

Compared with the large number of pistols falling into the hands of those big roads, what made Uemura Motora a little puzzled was where the machine gun fire on his side came from. Just now, although he was knocked out by the other party, more than a dozen machine gunners were knocked out, but he didn't let go of a single road.

What the hell, I didn't let go of a single person, so who fired the machine-gun fire on his side? Uemura Motora was sure that although he had placed small units on the flanks, he definitely did not arrange machine guns.

Himself concentrated all the few machine guns he brought to the front. Because he saw that the lights in the corridor of the opposite building were still on, he knew that there was no power outage. It is impossible to climb a two-metre-high fence with an electrical grid on a road that doesn't even have a shovel on hand.

In fact, I didn't expect the flanks to suddenly come out, and it wasn't just Uemura Motora who came from. Yang Zhen, who was the first to rush into the enemy formation and make contact with the devil, and was almost not injured by a stray bullet, also did not expect it.

Although he was almost not injured by a stray bullet, the more than 100 devils in front of him fell under this sudden firepower, dozens of people fell, and in addition to the southern pistols in the hands of the prisoners of war who rushed up, Uemura Motora, who had more than 100 people under his command before, now has only half of the people left.

The southern pistol, which has excellent accuracy and excellent directivity, does not need to aim at such a close distance, and can only shoot roughly, and it can be used to bite the flesh of the gun. In addition to it, although it has poor penetration, it stops very well. The power of a close-range shot is almost as powerful as a dumm's pistol bullet.

At such a close distance, as long as one of these bullets is fired, few people can still continue to fight. Not to mention the need to consume a lot of body lì white-knuckle combat. In this rain of pistol bullets, the devil fell, and there were even more people who lost their combat effectiveness than those who fell with a crooked machine gun.

Knowing the advantages and disadvantages of the southern-style pistol, Uemura Motora, who looked at his subordinates who had fallen to the ground, hated Takeo Ishii even more at this time for Takeo Ishii, who was crawling on the ground at the moment and refused to get up.

There are half less devils, and in hand-to-hand combat, Yang Zhen is also under a lot less pressure. But what made him feel a little disappointed was that hundreds of people besieged the devils who could not besiege dozens of people, except for himself, in the white-knuckle battle, the prisoners of war with an absolute advantage in numbers were actually at a disadvantage, and it was difficult to take any advantage. Especially when it comes to white-knuckle combat with the devils who have already spontaneously formed a tactical group, they even have to suffer some losses.

Yang Zhen pulled out the rifle in his hand from the chest of a devil, and after smashing the bridge of a devil's nose with the butt of the gun, he saw that he was stabbed down and fell under his nose, but he was a brother who could not be rescued in time, and shouted loudly: "Have you just run out of pistol bullets and even the spare magazine?" We can't beat them with bayonets, are the pistols in our hands now scrap metal? ”

"Brothers who do not have pistols should first trap the devils, and do not rush to attack. The brothers who had a pistol immediately seized the time to reload the pistol. After changing, greet the brutes with a pistol. ”

After that, Yang Zhen took out the Browning pistol from his trouser pocket, raised his hand and knocked down the two devils who were about to replenish the bayonet for the prisoners of war who were stabbed to the ground by them.

Yang Zhen's shout woke up the person in the dream. The brothers who had been given the pistols hurriedly stepped back and pulled out their spare magazines to be replaced. It's just a pity that these people are almost all fighting with each other for the first time, and they are far from forming a tacit understanding.

The brothers who were about to change the magazines for their pistols retreated, but most of the places they had left unfilled were not filled in time. Before the brothers could pull out their spare magazines, they were stabbed down several by the devils who seized the gap. In 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 couldn't blame these brothers who seemed to be a little scrambled now. It was the first time that they had cooperated with each other, and there was almost no tacit understanding. It's good to be able to play like this.

The rustiness of mutual cooperation and the low level of white-knuckle warfare made the captured soldiers who had the upper hand in numbers at a disadvantage on the scene. Among those who were stabbed to the ground, prisoners of war in prison uniforms were the majority. The devils, who were originally barely separated, gradually had a tendency to get closer to each other.

Seeing that the devils who had been split were about to get closer together, Yang Zhen was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do. He is not three-headed and six-armed, he can solve one or two, but it is impossible to solve these devils at the same time.

Moreover, from the moment he solved the guards, Yang Zhen was almost doing it himself. Now that after this white-knuckle battle, Yang Zhen gradually felt that his body was a little weak. Now it's just barely supported by a will.

If it weren't for Yang Zhen, who was still quick in reaction and his agility in his hands and feet had been greatly reduced, I am afraid that he would have been stabbed down by the devil bayonets who sneaked in from time to time around him. Although he escaped the vital point, after a fight, three or five scratches had been added to Yang Zhen's body at this time.

Looking at the scene where the Chinese side had the advantage in numbers, but they were always at a standstill, knowing that there was not much time left for him, Yang Zhen, who was anxious in his heart, could not come up with an effective solution. There is no way, the combat effectiveness of other people is too weak, and even the basic cooperation of each other cannot be done.

Just when Yang Zhen was a little at a loss for the situation, with a brisk gunshot, two people who came out from the side solved this problem for him.

disappeared for a while, making Yang Zhen think that he had sacrificed, at this time, Li Mingrui and Huang Dali, who suddenly appeared, grabbed two spare magazines in one hand, and flew up and down with a fast and slow machine in the other, naming the devils who leaned together in twos and threes to form a tactical combination. Scattered some of the devils who were gathering tendencies.

The emergence of these two fast and slow machines has greatly alleviated the embarrassing situation of being unable to score on the scene. Let the prisoners of war who had just been in a hurry finally complete the work of replacing the pistol magazines under the cover of these two fast and slow machines.

After changing the pistol magazine, the end of the fenced devil has arrived. At this distance, if you use a 38-type rifle with strong penetrating power, you may be much more injured than a devil. For pistols with weak penetration, it is the right time to use them. At least it's okay to make the devils ineffective.

With a melee weapon in hand, naturally no one will be polite to the devil. After a period of intensive pistol gunfire, more than 100 devils were left with Uemura Motora and Takeo Ishii, who were surrounded by dozens of Chinese prisoners of war.

In the end, he was born as a regular military officer. Looking at the Type 38 rifle with bayonets on it, surrounding his Chinese prisoners of war, Uemura Motora was still very tough. With his saber in both hands, he was ready to make a final fight.

On the other hand, he is more accustomed to bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, holding a 38 rifle picked up from the ground in his hand, the majesty of the past has long been gone, and his legs are trembling like a cerebral thrombosis patient, but Ishii Gango has too many bears.

This period of fighting, tired enough, but Yang Zhen, who didn't dare to rest, didn't pay attention to Li Mingrui and Huang Dali, who came to ask for guilt, and walked to the prisoners of war on the third and outer floors of the two devils and said to Guo Bingxun and Patten: "Old Guo, can't be delayed." You immediately take 200 people to the devil's dormitory, which is the East Village on the map. The devils there are the essence of this demonic army, you go and get rid of them all. Remember not to leave a single one. Huang Dali is a scout, so it's better for you to take him with you. ”

"I took twenty veterans to the headquarters to get rid of Shiro Ishii. As for the rest, Lao Peng led him to continue the search for explosives. I also went to the General Affairs Department and took away all the maps, medicines, batteries, and everything that was useful to us. In addition, the wounded brethren must be arranged. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Zhen said to Peng Dingjie: "Old Peng, remember to carefully check to see if there is a radio station." If we want to get in touch with the central government, we must have a radio station. Without radio, we are deaf. And you must move quickly, we have too much time to delay here, and there is not much time left for us now. ”

After listening to Yang Zhen's arrangement, Guo Bingxun and Peng Dingjie nodded, didn't say anything, and took people away.

After Guo Bingxun and Peng Dingjie took people away, Yang Zhen said to Li Mingrui, who wanted to explain to him: "After you go and kill that devil officer, pick twenty people to go with me." As for the Takeo Ishii, stay first, and I'll get something out of his mouth. ”

Li Mingrui was not ambiguous, Yang Zhen's command had not yet fallen, and he had already shot Uemura Motoliang directly in the head.

Instead of arousing Takeo Ishii's ambition, Kawamura's death scared him out of his last bit of courage. Looking at Uemura Motoliang's miserable outfit under the illumination of the street lamp, his head was half blown away, and his brains flowed out, although the rifle in Takeo Ishii's hand was not put down, but the hand holding the gun was trembling even more, and there was also a trace of unknown water stains on the crotch of his pants.

received Yang Zhen's order, and no one was polite to him, and the two people who went up directly smashed him with the butt of a gun and knocked him unconscious. He has been beaten almost all these days, and those prisoners of war who have long hated him to death in his heart, if Yang Zhen had not ordered him to stay alive, I am afraid that he would have been eaten alive by the angry prisoners of war.

knocked out Ishii Gangnan, Yang Zhen took Li Mingrui and selected twenty veterans, tied up Ishii Gangnan, and ran straight to the headquarters building of the Kwantung Army's Epidemic Prevention and Water Supply Department where Shiro Ishii was. At this moment, because he had not yet waited for the result of the disposal, Shiro Ishii, who was grinding back and forth in his office, did not know that the Grim Reaper had begun to beckon to him.