Chapter 203: Seven Warriors (1)

"Baga!"

The island military officer cursed, then rushed up frantically with a command knife.

Zheng Yong used a submachine gun to evade sideways, then slashed a bayonet with his right hand, and drew a deep and shocking blood mark on the arm of the island army officer.

The sharpness of this bayonet is really unimaginable.

"Baga!"

The island officer screamed wildly, and could see how great the wound had caused him.

Almost all bones can be seen.

Layers of cold sweat rolled down from the forehead of the island officer because of enduring pain.

He held the command knife with one hand and continued to walk towards Zheng Yong step by step.

The island army next to it was obviously crazy and tried desperately to approach the island officer, but they were all beaten back by Chinese soldiers.

When the island officer walked up to him and the command knife held in one hand was about to fall over his head, the bayonet in Zheng Yong's hand penetrated deep from his right neck...

Nakagawa Sanbinge, the commander of the 14th Brigade of the 8th Division of the Island Army.

Since the War of Resistance Against Japan, Great Wall has repeatedly made great achievements for the Eighth Division and is known as the "pride of the Eighth Division."

In the early morning of May 18, 22, the Republic of China, he died in the headquarters of the 14th Brigade of Tiemuling.

This is the second brigade commander of the island army who died since September 18th.

The same was buried in the hands of the 11th Division.

The 11th Division of the National Revolutionary Army almost became a nightmare for the island army.

At three o'clock in the morning, with the death of the three Nakagawa Uchimai, the stubborn island army of Temuling completely collapsed.

In this service, after repeated attacks, the 11th Division killed 3,322 officers below the commander of the island country's military brigade. Just like in previous battles, there were no prisoners.

Don’t take prisoners, the 11th Division never wants to take prisoners.

The early morning wind was chilling, sweat stuck to the clothes, and the mountain wind blew, and Zheng Yong shivered.

Not only did I feel chills on my body, but I also felt chills in my heart.

This time I was really a bit risky. If the attack fails, if the attack cannot be completed in time...

He no longer dared to think about it.

Even though he has won a great victory now, what kind of punishment will he be punished by the chairman after he returns?

"Order, all evacuate from the battlefield before 5 o'clock." Zheng Yong whispered.

"The Eighth Division has set off overnight and is expected to arrive before 10 a.m. tomorrow."

"Is that so? Finally coming? They're too late." Zheng Yong smiled faintly: "What else can they get except for the corpses on the ground?"

Since the Great Wall Anti-Japanese War, the first and only offensive battle of the Chinese army was created by the 11th Division.

In this fierce offensive battle, the 11th Division fought continuously and attacked continuously, killing and injuring more than 1,500 officers and soldiers under the command of the 14th Mixed Brigade of the Island National Army.

This is a miracle created by the 11th Division again, and this is an unprecedented victory since the Great Wall's War of Resistance.

However, Zheng Yong was not thinking about this, but after he went back, he didn't know whether such victory could save his head...

An unexpected thing happened during the retreat. An Independent Brigade supplemented with a sergeant from the 1st Regiment was not notified in time because it broke out too fiercely and was too far from the main force.

There are seven people in this sergeant whistle, and the chief sergeant is the third brother.

The third brother has not been as happy as today for a long time. He beat the islanders who lost their armor. Who beat them? Those supplementary groups who were eliminated by the Germans.

The Germans should now know that Fengtian veterans are powerful.

Three of the seven people in this sergeant were veterans during the Battle of Fengtian.

The third brother sometimes finds it strange. Why don’t those Germans don’t want to train those veterans who are experienced in many battles, but instead, they just train those baby soldiers. Didn’t those baby soldiers just read a few more days than themselves?

"Third brother, it's almost dawn. The master's throne should be almost done, right?"

The third brother glanced at him and said that he was the one who could stand out when Fengtian broke through, but he was also defeated by the damn German consultant.

"How could I know? I haven't received the order to leave here anyway." The third brother stretched and touched his body before he found that there was no cigarette.

He searched the ground for a long time before he found a cigarette butt that had taken two sips. He picked it up and took a sip, and handed it to Lu Minggui.

"Minggui, we fought comfortably in this battle and finally made up our reputation."

"Not." The cigarette butt let it take a breath and it was already burning. Then Lu Minggui threw it reluctantly.

"After going back this time, why did we keep our chests standing up when we walk?"

"No, why do I feel that the gunshots behind me seem to be much more sparse?" Duan Zhiyuan, another veteran who broke through Fengtian, looked back and said in confusion.

It seems that the gunshots are not as dense as before.

The third brother can't control these things. As long as the order to evacuate is not conveyed, he has to stick to it here.

"Hey, third brother, let's talk about your story in Fengtian." A soldier who had joined the army not long after crawling over with a smile.

"Get out, get out." The third brother kicked him. The boy was named Huang Gubei. I heard that he was still from a high school. So what if he graduated from a high school? He is not the same as the replenishment team.

Huang Gubei muttered and slowly crawled away.

Sometimes these veterans are too annoying. They just have been soldiers for a few more days and have fought wars. They always look at themselves in a straight face and often mock themselves. Is it necessary to do this?

It was already bright.

There seemed to be no movement behind it.

The third brother watched on the ground for a long time, and there was no cigarette butt that could be smoked. He sighed deeply. It was nothing to fight and he didn't care about bleeding, but it was really sad to have no cigarettes.

Some shadows appeared from afar.

"Prepare! Prepare!"

The third brother shouted out loud.

What I see more and more clearly is the islander!

About a small team of island troops probed their heads and touched them up.

"beat!"

The Czech zb machine gun in the third brother's hand opened fire.

Then a row of grenades were thrown out.

The row of island troops rushing in the front fell down amid the explosion of grenades, and then there were clamors behind them, and rows of bullets rushed towards the sergeant whistle.

The machine gun in the third brother's hand kept roaring. Once it was time to fight, the third brother seemed to have completely changed.

His eyes were blood red, his fingers pulled the trigger, and he kept muttering something in his mouth.
Chapter completed!