Chapter 6: Fighting (37)

Liu Qinglong was indeed waiting impatiently, he put the ambush location in the river bay where Shizhong ambushed Yokoyama Erlang yesterday, it seems that it is really the same as the hero, this is a good place to ambush.

Approved by Shangfeng, Honda Hiroshi was relieved and threw down the corpses on the ground, his feelings with these corpses were not very deep, they were not a unit before the Nanjing Massacre, if it wasn't for the fact that he was washed out of the Sixth Division as a murderer in February this year and got together, maybe there would not be too much intersection in this life, the only thing that can cause uneasiness in my heart is that everyone is a Yamato nation, and they came to this place together, such as today people are separated, I really sigh. Looking at these corpses, very comfortable, Honda Hiroshi couldn't help but have a thought, the so-called life is happy, death is not a state of the most enjoyable.

"Let's go!" Honda Hiroshi shouted weakly, and the remaining 170 people walked back with heavy steps.

This is a group of real defeated soldiers, in addition to the three or eight big covers, the crooked handles and crutches when they came out before are gone, the mortar infantry artillery is even more gone, the cavalry has no horses, the infantry has no guns, plus some soldiers who support each other or are on crutches, how a tragic word.

When Liu Qinglong's telescope saw such a group of Japanese soldiers, Liu Qinglong's killing intent suddenly turned into a smile, and his two hundred people ambushed such a group of guys who had no combat power, this is the real knife used to kill chickens. On the contrary, Zhao Xueliang, the leader of the first squadron, didn't think so, and he said to Liu Qinglong with a little worry: "Captain, this group of people should not be underestimated. Liu Qinglong looked at Zhao Xueliang strangely, and asked him to continue, Zhao Xueliang said: "The so-called trapped beasts are still fighting, and the dead are difficult to fight, when we were in the Northeast Army, what we were most afraid of was not the Japanese, it was the beard in the mountains, fighting with the Japanese, everyone won and lost, and played strategy and tactics. Fighting with the beard, winning or losing is very different, we still eat and eat if we are defeated, the beard is different, they have to win, and if they lose, there is only one way, death, so every time the beard will come up with a desperate frame to play with us, we really can't afford it. This group of Japanese reminds me of the beard, they have grown into dead soldiers, and dead soldiers are terrible. ”

Liu Qinglong nodded and said, "Then should we give way?" No way! ”

"Don't get out of the way, let's adjust our tactics." Zhao Xueliang said: "As soon as the Japanese arrive at the bottom of the bay, we will shoot, but we will shoot in a platoon, we don't need to be too accurate, not too dense, just tell the Japanese that there is an ambush here." ”

"Why?" Liu Qinglong asked in surprise, wouldn't this be self-exposing and what good would it be.

"Let the Japanese get together." Zhao Xueliang said: "We are on top and they are below, they have no artillery, and bullets can't bite us." We want to create a false impression that they will think that there are not many of us, so they will gather and charge, and they will only have a way to survive if they rush out of a bloody path, so they must rush. As soon as they are concentrated, our hand cannons will be useful. As soon as they charged, they went into our pockets, with our 1st squadron in the center and 2nd squadron on the left. The third squadron was on the right, just in time to meet the attack. Only the 4th Squadron rushed out behind the Japanese troops in order to break the morale of the Japanese, and only if they felt cornered, the Japanese would commit suicide. I've seen people commit suicide in the Northeast, and the way they commit suicide is very interesting, using a knife to cut open the belly, like opening a watermelon. ”

Liu Qinglong's eyes widened as if he listened to the book of heaven: "Listen to what you kid mean, there have been more than one or two battles with the Japanese in the past!" ”

"At the time of the Wicker Lake Incident, we had just graduated from the Military Academy, and I served as a trainee platoon commander in Wang Yizhe's Brigade. Later, he followed Chief Wang into the customs, stationed in Shaanxi, and fought bandits and the Red Army. Later, Chief Wang was shot dead, and our group became motherless children, wandering everywhere. After the Lugou Bridge Incident, our group was absorbed, and I came to Yu Xuezhong's department as a platoon commander. Zhao Xueliang said: "I am from Shenyang, I have seen a lot of Japanese, when I was studying at the Shenyang Military Academy, most of the instructors were Japanese, and they were familiar with it." ”

In the midst of the idle conversation, the Japanese had already reached the bottom of the bay, Liu Qinglong agreed with Zhao Xueliang's opinion, asked him to organize a defense, and took the fourth squadron to bypass it far away.

Zhao Xueliang talked about tactics to a few squadron leaders and squad leaders for a while, and everyone smiled heartily, everyone is willing to do this kind of thing. The two squadron leaders handed over all the hand cannons and ammunition in their hands to Zhao Xueliang, and asked him to command them in a unified manner, and if he wanted to fight, he would be bold.

The thirteen fighters of the first squad, who received such an order for the first time, should shoot guns, but not guns and guns, and it is better not to shoot too accurately, even if they kill the Japanese devils, they must not be so arrogant. How to shoot this shot! The fighters of the first squad were happy.

After a burst of guns, the Japanese army wounded six and died, and he didn't expect to kill him, but he aimed at his waist, but this kid lowered his head, and accidentally, the bullet was stuffed into his head.

"There's an ambush!" Honda roared, took the lead in lying on the ground, and when he got closer, he found that the ground was dark and red, and it was human blood! Hiroshi Honda knew that this was the place where the three teams were attacked yesterday. A place attacked once a day for two days in a row, and Hiroshi Honda was also drunk!

The combat quality of the Japanese troops should not be underestimated, and they all lay on the ground and fired at the top of the slope, and soon, the dense firepower made the gunfire on the top of the slope even more scattered, and the bullets fired from the top of the slope were simply floating in the sky, and they could not suppress the angle. Seeing that the gunfire at the top of the slope, which was not too fierce, was suppressed, Hiroshi Honda thought that this was just a small number of Zhina troops, as long as he organized a death squad and rushed up, he could open a bloody road. In the midst of Hiroshi Honda's shouting, the Japanese troops began to gather and began to organize an offensive formation.

At this time, I saw a group of things flying in the sky, and more than 50 hand cannon shells fell heavily on the Japanese army's pile, and the Japanese army was immediately blown out of several no-man's land, and the second wave of hand cannons and the third wave of hand cannons fought separately, where there were many Japanese, the shells fell.

The Japanese army was crazy, as long as the Japanese were still alive, they all rushed to the place where the cannon shells flew with their rifles, and they were indeed like Zhao Xueliang said, ignoring the oncoming bullets, and rushing to the top of the slope with a dead man's attitude while letting go of the guns.

"Good time!" Zhao Xueliang threw away the hot hand cannon in his hand and picked up the 38 big cover that was put aside.

"Hit!" Zhao Xueliang shouted loudly, and he actually overwhelmed the dense gunfire, and more than 100 38 large covers of the three squadrons erupted at the same time.

With such a dense rain of bullets, Hiroshi Honda only knew how outrageous his judgment was at this time, but he didn't have a chance to wake up again, because three bullets drilled into his body at the same time, and he felt numb all over his body, as if the water trapped by the embankment was suddenly vented, quite comfortable, and it felt so good to be hit!

When Zhao Xueliang's defensive forces basically hit the third*, Liu Qinglong appeared in the rear of the Japanese army with the fourth squadron. The thirty or so Japanese soldiers who were still alive saw the end of the day, gave up and continued to charge, threw down their guns, and stood on the spot in a daze.

The Japanese army no longer let go of guns, and Zhao Xueliang also ordered the soldiers not to let go of guns again, he hadn't seen Japan's disembowelment for a while, and he didn't know if this group of Japanese soldiers could satisfy his curious desires.

At this time, a Japanese soldier suddenly hummed a song, and soon, all the Japanese soldiers who were still alive also hummed, and the song was very low and strange, like mourning music. Zhao Xueliang said to the people around him: "This is the national anthem of Japan, and we have also learned it. It is estimated that these devils have already chosen to cut their stomachs, everyone should be vigilant and put all the bullets on me, as long as these devils do not do actions other than disemboweling their stomachs, we will shoot. ”

The Japanese troops were neatly arranged, facing east, and most of the Japanese soldiers began to untie their clothes, fade their pants under their stomachs, and felt a sharp short knife from their side and knelt down. Only three Japanese soldiers, picking up long command knives from the corpses of the commanders, stood behind them. Zhao Xueliang said to the people around him: "These three are helping, if anyone can't do it, they will take action, the method is very simple, cut other people's throats, but you can't cut off your head, the Japanese don't let you cut off your head, and you can't give birth if you cut off your head." ”

"It won't be real!" Someone said with skepticism.

"It should be real, and they won't be able to live back if they don't cut it." Someone took over the conversation: "We have more than 100 bullets here, and these 30 or so people in front of us, who dares to make anything weird, will not be beaten into a sieve." ”

The caesarean section began, the knife was slashed down from the left abdomen, and it was pulled to the right hard, and all the onlookers felt a pain in their stomachs.

The three of them knew that such a small knife was not enough to kill people, and from the first one, each of them had a cut in the neck, and blood spurted far away.

After completing the collective caesarean section, the three wrong hands began to mend the necks of all the Japanese soldiers who fell in the bend, and after mending the knives, in the clothes under the left rib of each Japanese soldier's right shoulder, they pulled out a rope, and tied an oval metal plate to the rope, which was collected in a bag. Zhao Xueliang saw that there were already a few such bags, and he reflected what this was, and said to the people around him: "This is the military card used by the Japanese army to determine the identity, and the Japanese army also calls it a recognition ticket. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Xueliang put down the gun in his hand and walked out to the three living Japanese, who respectfully handed over a few bags to Zhao Xueliang, bowing and talking in Japanese. Zhao Xueliang understood that the other party was asking him to hand over these military cards to the Japanese military, which would be great and unforgettable. Zhao Xueliang shook his head, stammered in quite ugly Japanese: "These things, the three of you bring them back by yourself, as long as you have no weapons and don't wear military uniforms, no one will embarrass you on the land of China." ”

The three Japanese understood Zhao Xueliang's words, glanced at each other, took out the military badge on their body, handed it to Zhao Xueliang, unbuttoned their shirts, wore only their shirts, carried a few bags with military badges on their backs, bowed to Zhao Xueliang, and left with their heads held high.

Zhao Xueliang took the military badges of the three devils, glanced at them, and said to himself: "I hope that the three of you will quit the army from now on, as you said, and you can stay alive." He glanced at the words on the military badge and said to the left and right: "These words, all in Chinese, I know them all when they are taken apart, and when they are put together, I don't know any of them." I took it left and right, and it read: Ducang No. 2 Zhong Pan 296, all confused.

"Letting go of three?" Liu Qinglong asked.

"Let three go." Zhao Xueliang replied.

"Let it go!" Liu Qinglong said.

"Why?" Zhao Xueliang looked at his boss with a puzzled expression.

"Five hundred and seventy-seven people came out of Hefei City early this morning, if there is no one alive, God will break our life!" Liu Qinglong's answer made Zhao Xueliang almost faint, where is this!