.The 18-hour marching was like a stoic hungry wolf pack. The 200th Division climbed the dangerous cliff and collapsed in a hurry. The purpose was to prevent the enemy's aerial reconnaissance from detecting their sneak attacks.

At 2 a.m., the 200th Division finally arrived at Li Dayi after all the hardships.

The strong wind blew, and the military coat that Zhu Boyong wore roared in the wind. Looking at Li Dasio like a creeping tiger in front of him, Zhu Boyong only felt that I was so angry that I was as angry as a tiger. I have been in the army for more than 20 years, just to make achievements for the country this night. What’s the regret of death!

"After a quarter of an hour of renovation, an attack was launched. Each brigade was allowed to advance and not take a step back. Those who retreated would be executed immediately!" Zhu Boyong gave an order to the adjutant. If he could win this battle, he would greatly shock the military power. If the family and country behind the cliff were in danger, how could he retreat for a lifetime?

The adjutant went to convey the commander's order with a tragic look on his face.

Looking at the direction of Dongzhao, Zhu Boyong sighed in his heart, "If he had come to fight, he might be even more fierce." In his mouth, Zhu Boyong had never been convinced by You Fei, nor had he ever said that the 200th Division was worse than the 259th Division, but in his heart, who was better or worse, he had a scale, and the scale was fair."

Turning forward, Zhu Boyong smiled violently. The Japanese who have always been self-righteous, I was afraid that we would attack Li Da. We are the white dogs who only plunder and bully good and fear evil. We are the Chinese Iron Army who have fought for five thousand years. In Shang, Jia traveled to Shang, earned all the world's wealth for the prosperous times of the Han and Tang Dynasties. In the army, after the Spring and Autumn Period, there were thousands of wars of all sizes and big things, and conspiracies and plots to make you lose your life. Every prosperous era in China was born in the fire of war. The Japanese, perhaps the whetstone of China, will be the eternal demon sword in the east show a bloody edge.

Guns and cannons were fired, and the cavalry was at the forefront. The division commander was desperate and allowed to move forward but not retreat. This would be a joyful battle. The soldiers of the 200th Division had never fought such a happy battle. It was either a retreat or a self-deception. The weak would only be swallowed by the torrent of war and would be cursed for future generations for thousands of years. Today, with such an opportunity, the 200th Division had to be supervised. Every soldier and every general had already put his life and death aside, sacrificed his head and blood, just for this resentment that had accumulated over a hundred years.

"Nani!!!!" Yan Mian and Wu Hui, commander of the 338th Regiment of the 18th Division, was frightened and sweated, and shouted in a panic: "Stop them, where did the damn Chinese army emerge? Are the people from the Imperial Secret Service dead?"

"The first front has been broken through, and there are heavy casualties in the front. Colonel, please retreat!" said the Chief of Staff bowed deeply.

"Baga!" Yan Mian Wu Hui kicked the staff to the ground with anger in a furious manner, but the anger in his chest was not reduced by a breath. The glory of the 18th Division would be shamed because of this battle, and all this will be attributed to him Yan Mian Wu Hui. Can he retreat? He has no way out. Even if he dies, he must fight. In this way, perhaps he can still be enshrined in the Yasukuni Shrine after his death, rather than being removed from the history of the empire like a coward.

"Fight to the death!" Yan Mian and Wu Hui pulled out the sword, and his shrill roar had changed his tone. At this time, Yan Mian and Wu Hui had no time to regret why he had not built solid fortifications. In this way, the Chinese army would never break through the defense line so quickly, as if entering a no-man's realm. After all, the combat effectiveness of the imperial soldiers was very strong, but the momentum was rising and the wind was moving. Once the momentum was lost, they would be defeated like a mountain, and there was not much luck.

The arrogant may be able to succeed and become famous because of a temporary luck, but they also die sooner or later from their own arrogance. They never educate soldiers and officers about what to do after they are defeated. They have been having a smooth sailing in the Asian continent for too long, and they seem to think more and more that they are really protected by the great god Amaterasu and can be invincible. However, today, in the 338th Regiment of Li Dao, what they pay is the price of blood and life.

God is always fair!!!

Kill! The soldiers of the 200th Division were completely trapped in a complete excitement and madness. They were so powerful that they could not figure out the situation that the Japanese defenders were still crying and howling. As long as they broke through the enemy's defense line and entered the close-range hand-to-hand combat bayonet battle, the Chinese army always had an absolute advantage. Not only because they attached great importance to hand-to-hand combat in their daily training, but also because they had hatred in their hearts. This overwhelming resentment was attached to the bright big sword and chopped on the heads of the Japanese. Only at this moment can the Chinese soldiers feel happy.

Although the 259th Division has not joined the Fifth Army for a long time, its fierce and unfearing style is like an infectious disease. It has become a little affected by the various divisions of the Fifth Army. Especially the 200th Division, which has always regarded itself as the ace division of the Fifth Army, naturally does not want to let the 259th Division suppress it. The first battle for the 200th Division to be reputed was the head of the 338th Regiment.

Ahhhh! A Chinese soldier about 17 or 18 years old was roaring wildly. The bayonet in his hand stabbed a Japanese soldier. He rushed forward like this, shocking the hearts of the craziness. The soldier also pulled the trigger. The bullet penetrated the Japanese's body. The Japanese soldier, who had already been constantly gushing out of his seven orifices, suddenly his eyes widened, and his head tilted, and he could not die anymore.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang! The little soldier had not had time to pounce on the next Japanese soldier. His body was swept into a hornet's nest by the Japanese machine gun. The soldier couldn't feel the pain. He looked down in a daze, but saw the blood on his body surging like a spring, his body seemed to be getting colder and his consciousness became blurred. The little soldier laughed and murmured in a low voice: "Grandpa, Xiaogang is coming down to see you now. In the next life, I will still carry a gun and kill the Japanese. Haha, kill the Japanese..." The blood that kept gushing out of his mouth had made him unable to speak anymore. His body fell down and hit the ground heavily. After a while, his body stopped moving. However, the soldier's hand was still tightly grasping the gun body, grasping him as the soldier's glory, because there were six scratches on the gun body. They were the Japanese soldier he killed, but he could no longer engrave the glory of the Japanese soldier he killed today.

The soldiers of the 200th Division were still rushing the Japanese defense line like madness. In the super chaotic battle situation, the Japanese army's casualties were far greater than those of the 200th Division. This was because they lost their power and the price they paid was very high.

Zhu Boyong stared at the magnificent scene in front of him, clenching his fists tightly. No matter how big the victory was, it was the soldiers who exchanged their lives.
Chapter completed!