"Damn it, believe it or not, pull out the knife quickly, or I will chop you with one blow." Zhao Ming shouted, and he thrust out the machete in Yang's hand. If he didn't want to fight with this little devil, he wouldn't even be able to say a word. Don't want to say it, just kill the devil directly.
It is not easy to have the opportunity to fight hand-to-hand with the Japanese, so you must cherish it. This opportunity usually never comes. Almost all the Japanese who ambush are shot to death, and there is no chance to fight with the bayonet.
The Japanese Lieutenant had no choice but to draw his sword and stand in front of him. Although he was afraid, he did not want to be an officer who was hacked to death without drawing his sword.
Seeing the Japs pull out their command swords, Zhao Ming immediately became energetic. He rushed forward and struck at the head with extremely fast speed.
The Japanese Lieutenant's pupils shrank and he quickly blocked it with his sword.
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The sound of metal collision came, and the Japanese Lieutenant took several steps back. His arms were numb and he could hardly hold the knife. What kind of strange power is this?
< p> "What a good boy, you can actually block my blow." Zhao Ming's eyes showed joy. None of the previous Japanese soldiers could stop him. This Japanese lieutenant had something after all.Before the Japanese could slow down, Zhao Ming rushed forward again and slashed with his sword.
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Zhao Ming struck him with several knives. The Japanese Lieutenant could only parry and had no chance to fight back. When Zhao Ming The last knife struck down, and the command knife broke with a sound.
Zhao Ming’s knife also hit the Japanese Lieutenant’s left shoulder.
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"Ah"
An arm fell to the ground. The Japanese Lieutenant screamed. The broken knife fell to the ground. He was holding the blood in his right hand. The wound was bleeding, his face was extremely pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyes were filled with fear.
It was too scary. His command knife was broken in just a few blows. He was so powerful and so fast that he could only block a few more blows. If someone else had done it, he would probably not even be the first one. If you can't block it with a knife, you will be hacked to death directly.
"It's boring, so I just blocked it a few more times." Zhao Ming shook his head. This Japanese officer is not good either. There is no back-and-forth fight like he imagined.
Zhao Ming did not give the Japanese Lieutenant a chance and struck him in the neck with a knife. For a moment, the Japanese Lieutenant fell down with a look of horror.
The wound on his neck was bleeding profusely, and his broken arm was also dripping with blood. To his death, he did not believe that it was the Eighth Route Army who killed him.
Zhao Ming killed the other Japanese.
On both sides of the road, the Japanese and the new group of soldiers fought together.
The soldiers of the new regiment are almost two or three fighting against each other. There is no need for them to fight the Japanese for their lives. They only need to hold off and let the soldiers of the special operations company come.
But even so, many soldiers were still stabbed to death by Japanese soldiers.
After all, their strength is still far behind that of the Japanese.
Five minutes later, with the cooperation of the new regiment soldiers and the special operations company soldiers, all the Japs were killed. During this period, three flares were fired.
Both sides of the road were littered with corpses, both from the Japs and from the Eighth Route Army soldiers, but there were obviously more corpses from the Japs than from the Eighth Route Army.
"Quickly, clean the battlefield. Get all the guns and bullets for me," Song Qian ordered. He was covered in blood, which belonged to the Japanese.
The soldiers cleaned the battlefield one after another and provided additional blows to the enemy.
"Battal Commander, we sacrificed thirty-two soldiers, fifty-four were slightly injured, and twenty-two were seriously injured. Those with minor injuries were not seriously injured. We can continue with simple treatment of the wounds. "Combat" a soldier reported the casualties to Song Qian.
"How many enemies were wiped out?" Song Qian asked.
"Annihilated one hundred and eighty-two enemies." The soldier said.
"Put the bodies on your back, and ask the seriously wounded to be carried on stretchers, and retreat directly to the Janggeum Mountains. Others, follow me to the transfer station." Song Qian ordered, and he left a hundred people behind. The soldiers include the lightly wounded and let them take care of the seriously wounded.
He does not intend to let lightly wounded soldiers participate in the battle. After all, being injured will still affect the battle and may even lead to sacrifices.
Now they have to wait for support from Li Jin before they can reach the transfer station. Calculating the time, when they arrive at the transfer station, Li Jin and the others will be able to support them in a few minutes.
Song Qian led everyone and ran towards the transfer station.
"Thanks to you this time, otherwise, it's hard to say whether we could win." Song Qian said to Zhao Ming as he ran.
He knew very well that with his strength of 400 men, the chance of winning in a hand-to-hand battle with more than 180 Japanese soldiers was very small.
Because there are less than half experienced veterans, and the rest are new recruits who have never fought with the Japanese with bayonets. The current small casualties are all the result of the special operations company.
Most of these Japs were killed by the soldiers of the Special Operations Company. I have to admit that the combat effectiveness of the Special Operations Company is really fierce.
In a one-on-one situation, no enemy can survive a round under their hands, and they are simply unable to withstand them.
There are very few Japanese who can get out of a round, but that is useless, after all, they are no match for the soldiers of the special operations company.
"Batalion Commander, what you said is out of context. We are all our own people, as we should be," Zhao Ming said.
"Anyway, we can win easily because of you." Song Qian replied, as a commander, he is most concerned about the casualties of his men. If possible, he really hopes that every time he fights, There is no need to sacrifice so many people.
He also wants his soldiers to be as powerful as the special operations company, but that is impossible. The entire Eighth Route Army, and only the special operations company can support itself. If the Eighth Route Army really does it, it will cost How much.
Zhao Ming stopped talking. Although he was a little sad about the sacrifice of the new group of soldiers, he was not particularly sad because he was used to it.
Once on the battlefield, he had seen too many sacrifices of his comrades. At that time, he was very disappointed and would hide and cry after every battle. However, after seeing too many, he my heart also becomesIt's cold and no longer the same as before.
In fact, many veterans are unwilling to talk to recruits because they are afraid that if they talk too much, they will feel very sad if they die.
So they try their best to give all their experience to the recruits, just hoping that the other party can survive.
The soldiers of the special battle company looked at the sacrificed soldiers of the new regiment and felt a little sad, but because they were not familiar with them, they couldn't say they were sad.
They also thought that if they died one day, their comrades around them would also be sad. They trained together, ate together, fought together, and already regarded each other as life and death friends.
Zhao Ming looked back at the soldiers of the special operations company. They were all still new recruits and had not yet completely experienced the sacrifice of their close comrades, but he understood that one day, they would all experience it.
It’s just that he doesn’t know how to say it. He may start crying when he sees his comrades sacrificed after the battle.
After all, a good friend who had been training, eating, and bragging together before was suddenly on the battlefield, separated by life and death, no one could accept it.
But when they stay on the battlefield for a long time and get used to life and death, they will become like him. According to the company commander,
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