The attack of the National Expeditionary Force did not stop due to heavy rain, but also increased the investment in the attack. The heavy rain made the originally wet and soft ground easier to collapse. On the east and south, the engineering boat bridge troops' attempts to build steel boat bridges have failed, and the troops also suffered multiple casualties due to engineering accidents.

The 13th Japanese Infantry Regiment defending the east of the city was exhausted under the fierce attack of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. The captain of the regiment, Yokobin Ikeda, personally took the battle for the second time, led his subordinates to launch a fierce counterattack against the Chinese troops breaking into his defense zone, but soon collapsed under the more heroic counterattack of the Chinese soldiers. Under the fierce single firepower of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties and abandoned corpses.

Ikeda Yokobin, who was almost desperate, stayed stubbornly on the position located at the commanding height of the southeast tower of the city, and let the rain wet his clothes without any sense. The amazing combat power of the Chinese Expeditionary Force made Ikeda Yokobin feel deeply desperate. Just two years ago, Ikeda Yokobin, who was about to collapse and laugh at the Chinese army, would never have imagined that in just two years, the invincible Imperial Japanese Army would be defeated to such a situation? It was so miserable.

The weak wailing soldiers in the trenches could no longer attract the attention of their companions. The Japanese soldiers were already indifferent to their comrades soaking in the trenches with deeper and deeper water, because the Japanese officers and soldiers had realized one thing, that is, they would all die, the problem was just a few minutes in advance or a few minutes later. The Chinese Expeditionary Force unilaterally announced that it would not accept the surrender of the Sixth Division, and it scattered the whole city with planes a few days ago. This announcement in Chinese and Japanese was the only driving force for the Japanese soldiers to resist at this moment.

Lieutenant Yamamoto is from Mukura Prefecture, Hokkaido. At the age of 311, he has a heavy beard. He runs a bakery in his hometown and is just a reserve officer. Since the Ninth Infantry Cluster became a supplementary force of the Sixth Division, Yamamoto has been honored to come to this glorious steel unit.

However, Yamamoto Kio soon discovered that the domestic propaganda was very different from the actual situation. In the local propaganda, the 6th Division, the capital of Nanjing, first in the Chinese battlefield, seemed very difficult. Every Chinese team that met them fought desperately, and sometimes even a battalion or even a Chinese soldier dared to attack the gang or brigade. This was absolutely unimaginable on the Chinese battlefield at that time.

Yamamoto Kio still remembers the scene when the Chinese soldiers were tied up in bundles of grenades, staring with blood-red eyes and rushing towards the Imperial Army brigade with bayonets. Knowing that the number of Chinese soldiers was at an absolute disadvantage, they still launched the charge without hesitation.

Yamamoto Kiyo was still frightened when he thought about it. Rows of Chinese soldiers fell in front of the dense firepower network, but the Chinese soldiers behind them stepped on their companions' bodies without caring about it. Once they rushed into the defense line or trenches, the Chinese soldiers would fight wildly. When they thought it was enough, they would pull grenades on their bodies and die with the nearby imperial army. Later, Yamamoto Kiyo realized that these devil-like Chinese soldiers were not coming to fight, but to die.

In this regard, the Sixth Division was very helpless and often urgently needed "tactical guidance". The bravery of the Chinese troops they described made the Chinese dispatched troops and base camp very confused...

Yamamoto Kio later learned the reason why the CPC** team hated the troops where he was located, and felt that he was very unfair because he didn't even know where Nanjing was. It was a nightmare for him to supplement the 6th Division to serve in the battle.

Later, the Sixth Division was transferred from the Chinese battlefield by the special care of the base camp. Yamamoto Kiyoshi thought that his nightmare had finally ended. But things went against his wishes. His real nightmare had just begun. He went to the city of Kunming with his old enemies and fought in Longling. Now the Myitkyina. The ghosts of the ancient land are getting stronger and stronger. Yamamoto Kiyoshi began to envy those troops who were beaten by the Chinese Expeditionary Force and ran away with their heads. At least they could not win. After all, the 53rd Division was still a minority in the unlucky way. But he had nowhere to escape. He spent dozens of days digging a huge coffin for himself. This coffin was Myitkyina!

Although the heavy rain blocked Yamamoto Kiyoshi's vision and made him tremble all over. However, Yamamoto Kiyoshi insisted on trekking hard in the trenches, encouraging him to continue fighting in the squadron under his command. Yamamoto Kiyoshi also tried to inspire these soldiers to fight in the fighting spirit. However, after the hard battle, there were only less than seventy people left, and only one officer, Yamamoto Kiyoshi. These methods in the past were of some useless at this moment.

In the trenches of Yamamotoki's command, hundreds of Chinese soldiers were gathering in the rain. The origin of this force is very special. Nanjing Camp, the 6th Brigade of the Third Light Equipment Division of the First Mechanized Army of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. All the officers and soldiers of the battalion were formed by breakers who survived the battle of Nanjing or those who lost their relatives in the battle of Nanjing. Since the beginning of the Myitkyina siege, the Nanjing Camp has been fighting at the forefront. They don't care about the gains and losses of each street and the property. They care about the ability to kill them.

This Japanese devil!

Battalion Commander Yang Jin still echoed his words in his ears: "Take Myitkyina. How many Japanese devils you kill? I will give you the size of the land you want. If you kill a regiment, I will give you a regiment. If you are the regiment commander, you will be the regiment commander. Even if you can kill a division, I will give you a division commander immediately. If you are the division commander!"

But these are not the destination. Yang Jin still remembers the most clearly when he made a wish when Deputy Commander Song or the First Mechanized Army Commander. Let all local people remember the number of people in Nanjing. If one day our local troops enter Tokyo, Japan, I ask you to kill ten times the number of people in the land.

"Avenge your shame!" Yang Jin shouted loudly. Although almost no one could hear his voice clearly in the heavy rain, the soldiers saw the battalion commander's actions. They climbed up the mud-filled trenches and rushed towards the Japanese position in the crackling mud. The shouts of Chinese soldiers' charges seemed shaky in the rain.

"The Chinese are attacking! The Chinese are attacking!" Yamamotoki-yo stumbled and ran in the trenches, but heavy rain blocked his sight. The crackling sporadic shooting of Japanese soldiers had no effect. The only two Type 92 heavy machine guns were also aimlessly firing.

When the Chinese soldiers broke into a distance of ten meters and the two sides could already see each other, the slightly messy volleys of Japanese soldiers made the Chinese soldiers rushing in the front fall to the ground, but then the grenades thrown by the Chinese soldiers blew up the mud in the Japanese trenches.

During the dense explosion of grenades, Japanese soldiers fell in large numbers, and even the only Japanese army's two Type 92 heavy machine gun was blown into the trenches. Yamamoto Kio was a little crazy at this moment. With such heavy rain, the **, Type 92, and Type 96 grenades equipped by the troops could not be used due to the moisture of the fuse fire device made of oil paper seal and red cotton phosphorus. What's so bad is that the grenades of the Chinese troops did not have any problems?

"Hand-hand combat! White soldiers assault!"

Yamamoto was shouting wildly at the top of his voice, but no one was paying attention to what he was calling, because the Chinese soldiers had already broken into the trenches, mixed with the crackling sound of the m11 Garland semi-automatic rifle, the muffled m11 carbine and the continuous Thomson strafing sound.

The resistance of the Japanese soldiers was weak and powerless. Among them, they were lucky enough to only hit one Chinese soldier, but they would then be beaten into a hornet's nest by the Chinese soldiers who flocked to it.

Yamamoto Kiyo snarled at a Chinese soldier. Taking advantage of his inattention, the Chinese soldier fell to the ground with a scream and struggled to pick up the weapon. Yamamoto Kiyo turned his command knife and pierced into the Chinese soldier's chest with a puff. Blood splashed everywhere. As a result, Yamamoto Kiyo Kiyo's son was about to draw the sword, and suddenly felt his neck suddenly cool. He wanted to shout but couldn't say anything. His throat seemed to be leaking, and his whole body seemed to be disappearing.

The Chinese veteran who cut Yamamotoki's neck checked the bodies of his comrades on the ground, then sighed and picked up the carbine, and disappeared into the rain with big steps.

Yang Jincilkar had not realized that the troops under his command had accidentally broken through the most important line of defense of the Japanese 13th Team in front of the command center, and it was also the only line of defense.

The heavy rain in Tuo obviously disrupted the deployment of both the Chinese Expeditionary Force and the Japanese army, and many troops even went in the wrong direction. It can be said that the battalion commanded by Yang Jin was very lucky to enter the rear of the Japanese heavy troops. As for their attack and arrival in this way, no one could explain it clearly.

Yamamoto's squadron, which was deployed at a crucial connection point before the wing headquarters, was fiercely broken by the Centre's team of unknown origin. Yokobin Ikeda was frightened and sweated. He immediately ordered a whole troop of troops to be pieced together and immediately put into counterattack. The wing officer, Major Jiro Kazukigo, led the counterattack to regain this crucial position and stabilize the defense line. Otherwise, the 13th Infantry Regiment would fall into a situation of collapse on the entire line.

It was related to life and death. The Japanese counterattack came very quickly. Yang Jin had caught the Japanese Yamamoto Squadron off guard before. Now they were also caught off guard by the counterattack troops led by Jiro Kaoru. The number of Japanese troops was more than twice that of Chinese soldiers. After all, the Chinese soldiers who had not replaced the ammunition and lost command were thrown into the battle themselves.

The unprecedented fierce hand-to-hand combat also made the Japanese army tremble. The soldiers on both sides shouted, holding their weapons high and entangled together, and blood was flowing. Every second, soldiers fell to the ground with their wounds. They had only one purpose, that is, to completely eliminate each other. The Chinese soldiers with unforgettable hatred ignored the Japanese army's numerical advantage. They were covered in scars and exerted ten times of amazing tenacious combat power at this moment, and used their practical actions to realize their promise to avenge their country as the Chinese people.
Chapter completed!