The bullet shot from a Japanese-made rifle had extremely strong penetration. Fang Yi drilled into the back of Iwashan Zhengyuan and drilled straight out of his front abdomen without stopping. Before he could figure out the situation, he was "excited" by a strong neuralgia feeling, and his face was severely distorted by the pain. While he rolled, he also let out a series of crying sounds of more than 200 decibels at his throat. This person usually said, "

The weak performance of the squadron leader with a "strong will" immediately caused the morale of his squadron to fall to the bottom. In other words, the spirit of the soldiers of the Yanshan squadron, who had been frightened since the war, was always broken. They could no longer maintain alternate covers, and almost everyone chose to run wildly in a scattered manner. Seeing this, the officers and soldiers of the Peace Army, who were overjoyed, were quickly divided into small teams, happily chasing the "white light" Yang Que.

When Yanshan recovered his mind, there were no more people standing on the battlefield, and a bright three-zero bayonet was pressed hard on his chest. The bayonet was too tight, so tight that Yanshan couldn't breathe.

"Which person?" The person who spoke was in Chinese, and his tone was filled with light bamboo that could not be concealed.

"Taiwanese. Chinese." Before Yanshan could speak, a faint voice sounded beside him. At this time, Yanshan noticed that the soldiers wearing Japanese military uniforms and large eaves embroidered with the word "peace" were stepped on their bodies, and he was not the only one who was pressed to the ground with bayonets. Not far from him, there was another private in the squadron who had always used Chinese names. Yanshan also saw blood on the legs of the private uniforms, trousers.

"What's your name?" Although after hearing the second-class private's reply, the victor's dark-clouded national character's face faded a little, he still kissed the master's tone.

"Cheng Jiazuo!" answered this sentence with confidence.

"Didn't you forget my ancestors? How did you come from?" The tone of the dominant master who was in a condescending position in fact and spiritually softened.

"I don't deal with the people in the police station at home. They..." Perhaps I felt that the other party had no intention of hurting him immediately. Cheng Jiazuo's mood also stabilized. Once his mood stabilized, the tremolo of the tremolo when he spoke was much less.

"Cheng Jiazuo?!Hometown?" The interrogator wearing the uniform of the Chinese army and the red collar seal rudely interrupted the prisoner's words and asked a little anxiously.

"Nan'an, Fujian."

"Sir Yan, the troops are about to retreat." At this time, Nishizoji, who had already pursued and turned around, came over and said respectfully. Mobile Novel Station

"Take this man away, I need him to live." Xizao's mouth Chief Yan pointed at Cheng's family as pale as paper, and ordered in an orderly tone.

"Harakura and Hoshida, come here. Band him first. Then carry him up and go together." Although he didn't know the whole story. Although he was in a retreat, he would undoubtedly be more dangerous. But Xi Zaojiji still followed the order without frowning. Xi Zao was ruthless, but he was not a person without brains. He knew very well that this class was a small military police lieutenant, and in terms of his position, Yan Lingfeng, who was like a temporary military law supervision like a "passing god". As a Chinese military policeman, he definitely had the weight to instruct himself.

Then Zhengyao Iwasan naturally lost the qualification to be a spectator. Cheng Jiazuo did not need to reveal how "excellent" "Japanese" he was. Zhengyao Iwasan's military uniform that he had been proud of was enough to save his life.

At the last moment before losing the ability to think, Iwayama, who had no strength to moan, was still wondering if the person who nailed himself to the ground with a thorn was a Japanese.

"Why?" Cheng Jiazuo, who was struggling on a stretcher, asked his savior.

"First, you can still remember that you are a Chinese in the Japanese army. Second, you have a good surname and a right ancestral home. Maybe your future life will be very exciting. You don't have to thank me, I'm just an investment and will have to pay back in the future." Yan Lingfeng, who was born in a small vendor's house in Xuzhou, said frankly.

After hearing this, Cheng Jiazuo did not say anything grateful. He understood that since he owed someone a life, he would not be able to pay it back in vain. He could only wait until he had the chance in the future.

But what will my future be like? With aspiration and fear of the unfathomable future, Cheng Jiaji was sent to his sleep by the feeling of fatigue that would inevitably occur after excessive blood loss.

Half an hour later, when a subsequent Japanese brigade arrived here in a hurry, the place was not only empty, but the "scene of the crime" was also extremely "clean". You should know that cleaning the battlefield was the strength of the subordinates of Xizao. Although time was tight this time, they still didn't take any of them down. Not only did they take away all the guns scattered on the battlefield, they never let go of the scattered money on the Japanese army that were killed, but even many Japanese corpses were held by the sheep.

Looking at the "desolate" scene in front of him, the Japanese brigade captain who was unwilling to accept it had to draw out his sabre and slash a few times to vent his fire.

Horse Town.

"This kid Nishizo is doing a pretty job!" The news sent back from the front made Hojo trot back and forth in the room as if he had picked up gold.

No wonder Hojo, who has always paid great attention to demeanor, was so out of control. Although the battle that just happened, although the officers and soldiers of the Xizao Brigade adhered to the tradition of the Fourth Division, took too much care, and were afraid that they would be trapped by the main force of the Japanese army and could not escape, and the journey to pursue the other side was too short, resulting in little results (only killing, 73 Japanese troops.), the motivational effect of his military morale was extraordinary, not to mention the political significance. Hojo was already carefully weighing the need to start from that aspect to expand the political influence of this battle so that he could gain more and more practical benefits from this great victory.

"Send a telegram to the military headquarters to report that we have successfully ambushed the Japanese army, severely damaged one of its brigades, killing and injuring nearly 500 people." It seems that Hojo is not so excited that he has lost his mind, and at least he knows to falsely report his military achievements.

"Your Excellency Commander-in-Chief. The peripheral troops reported. The enemy accelerated the marching speed. The ministers asked for instructions. Considering that the enemy had an absolute advantage in the force, could it be possible to shrink around the headquarters?" Hojo, who was called back to reality, replied without thinking: "Let them all retreat."

After winning the battle, Hojo can still correctly estimate the combat effectiveness of his subordinates. It may be okay to let these veterans take advantage of the enemy's lack of preparedness, but it is too difficult to rely on them to withstand the revenge attacks of their angry opponents in the wild when their troops are inferior to those of humans.

"Taiwan's third mixed brigade? A group of little kids! If you want to take revenge, come on. Come on!" After the adjutant left, Hojo Ota shouted loudly to Lang Lang Jingkong.

Hojo's confidence was not blind. The Japanese Peace Army, which was composed of former soldiers of the Fourth Division, was absolutely unreliable in fighting and attacking. However, it still had its own set of defense. Soon, the Third Mixed Brigade came in a fierce and powerful way and tasted the unique "turtle-style" defense of the Fourth Division.

The Japanese army, mainly composed of rookies, was forced to stop the attack at 10 o'clock in the evening after being frustrated at the first attack on Machang Town.

The Central Plains Rules became anxious.

In the mind of Zhongyuan Rules, the battle in Machang Town is by no means a single individual, it directly affects the overall situation. Once there is a stalemate, how can we start to restrain the Chinese army's attack on Qinzhou? Without this help, Qinzhou wants to support the elite 11th Division of the Kwantung Army that has already been on the road. The moment the 12th Division arrives, it is easy to talk about it!

After receiving two powerful urging orders from the 21st Army Command, Major General Higashino Changzhi, the commander of the 3rd Mixed Brigade, could no longer sit still. He decided to go to the battle personally and must give the "traitors" some color.

After careful organization, the Japanese army decided to launch another attack on Machang Town at 0:00.

In a temporary hidden part of the Japanese frontier position on the edge of Machang Town.

Major General Higashino Changzhi was staring at the vaguely visible behemoth in front of him. After a brief preparation of artillery fire, sharp whistles sounded one after another, which were the charge whistle used by the Japanese army.

Immediately afterwards, piles of Japanese troops were wailing forward rhythmically with the help of the low night. From the perspective of Dongye, the wide square formation formed by the attacking troops was surfing towards the horse court with an unstoppable momentum.

"Yo Xi!" It is obvious that the brigade commander was quite satisfied with his troops' performance.

The distance between the Japanese attack and the target was shortened, 800 meters, 600 meters to 400 meters, but the defenders in Machang Town did not react at all.

"Huh." No matter how crazy Higashino Nagaji was, he felt something was wrong. Even if the rifle could not reach it, the mortar in the other party's hand should block the shelling.

"Boom, boom, boom." As the mortar shells attacked by the attackers flew into the town, fires rose from the Japanese army's feet, and the deadly fireworks quickly burned hundreds of Japanese lives.

Seeing this scene, Major General Higashino blurted out "landmines!"

The next moment.

"Excessively excited" Higashino jumped to the front that was already bright and shouted, "Assault with all your might."

Meanwhile, the Peace Army Headquarters.

"Idiot! Of course it's mines, defense, what should I use if I don't need mines?" Hojo, who was neatly dressed and enjoying his masterpiece, was muttering to himself a large glass of French red wine.

The Japanese army had just silently suffered the damage caused to them by landmines, and then they were caught off guard by a locust-like grenade.

"Baga!" Major General Higashino really thought about it. His attack troops were still at least two hundred meters away from the town. How did the opponent hit hundreds of grenades on his subordinates? Could it be that the rebels were all god pitchers?

Hojo put half a cup in another gulp to celebrate.

To put it bluntly, Hojo "transfers" the one he was captured in Nanchang that day, along with the frustration he was at the time, and he was unchanged to Higashino.

Dongye was too far away and didn't notice it for a while. In just a moment, a shallow trench had already appeared between the Japanese army and the town. The grenades had previously flew out of it, and at this moment, the shallow trench was still spraying with strings of flames.

Perhaps, I am really the embryo of a famous general. I have successfully calculated my opponent several times in a row, which has shown signs of revival in Hojo's long-dormant ambition.

No one can say whether Hojo's dream of becoming a famous general can become a reality, but the soldiers of the Third Mixed Brigade have taken on the impulsive commander Higashino, but it will definitely be a lot of disasters.

Under the urging of the whistle, the Japanese army finally occupied the shallow trenches (in fact, the Peace Army, who completed the mission, slipped along the traffic trenches that had been prepared long ago.) and used this as a forward position to launch a direct attack on the Machang Town, which was more than 100 meters away.

Under the cover of artillery fire, the Japanese army rushed in.

After all, it was someone who had suffered a loss. It was not until the group of people rushed into the town that Dongye in the hidden department breathed a sigh of relief.

"Order Nomura brigade to join the battle from the right side." In Higashino's opinion, his move can not only prevent the two brigades from rushing into the town and let the two brigades squeeze out with all their strength, but also seal the retreat of the enemy in the town, thus obtaining the proud martial arts honor to wipe out the "rebels". Thinking of the proud part, a smile appeared on the corner of Higashino's mouth.

Higashino was too proud, and the Japanese army was not driven out of the town, but the gunshots in the town did not dissipate for a long time. When Higashino understood that the other party was trying to use the complex terrain of the town to stick to his main force, the two "corps" of the Peace Army who were detouring toward him, had already reached the door of his brigade troops.

"Retreat!" With the order of Higashino, who was almost tossed by Hojo's endless tricks, the Third Mixed Brigade ended its first large-scale battle with a complete retreat.

At dawn, the third mixed group, who had just stopped running away, counted the number of people. Although he was mentally prepared, when he saw the report of the loss-filled soldiers and equipment numbers, Major General Dongye still couldn't lift it up and fainted cleanly.

In fact, Major General Higashino should feel sincere gratitude. If most of the officers and soldiers of the Peace Army had not yet believed in the creed of "not chasing the enemy", such a big defeat would have been defeated, his mixed brigade would have lost only 900 people.
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