At 6 p.m., the Third Division of the Island Army finally began to continue its march.

Compared with the great military achievements of the annihilation of the 16th and 6th Divisions, what the five ace divisions created this time is the real miracle.

From 8 am to 6 pm, it took a full ten hours.

For ten hours, the Chinese soldiers had not yet entered the water and rice, and just lay quietly in the mud and water, allowing poisonous insects to bite it. For ten hours, what kind of perseverance is needed to persevere?

Some soldiers were completely stiff, and no matter how the brothers next to him pushed him, they still didn't move. Some soldiers' faces were so swollen that they were bitten by poisonous insects, and their entire faces could no longer tell the original appearance.

But no one moved, maybe they were completely numb...

At the beginning, they would feel anxious and anxious, and would feel collapsed and unbearable, but as time goes by, they no longer regard themselves as a living person...

Everyone was waiting quietly, waiting for the arrival of the final offensive order.

Since the General Command has issued a combat order, they believe that the enemy will definitely come. This is their belief, a belief engraved in their bones.

"Everyone has it, prepare for battle!"

"Everyone has it, prepare for battle!"

With these low orders coming, the soldiers who were extremely stiff just now seemed to have some vitality back.

The bayonet was taken out and placed on the chamber of the gun. He quietly moved his wrist and then reached the big knife on the side. It took ten hours, and ten hours had passed!

The Third Division of the Island Army was also marching with difficulty. They cursed the damn weather. It rained all day long, and the road was so muddy that there was no way to move forward.

There was a misty thing in front of me, and I couldn't see anything except rain or rain.

But they would not have thought that in this extremely bad weather, tens of thousands of Chinese soldiers had been waiting for them for ten hours.

"Yamamoto, we must speed up the marching. We have been wasting too much time." Fujita Jin frowned slightly.

In Fujita's eyes, the chief of staff is a wise person, but sometimes he seems a little indecisive. In such an environment, there will be no ambush that he said, and no one can persist like this.

Hiroji Yamamoto smiled bitterly and wiped the rain from his face.

Maybe I was really worried too much and was too concerned about the person named Zheng Yong.

If there were no suggestions from me, the Third Division might have been able to reach the battlefield now.

"Where is ahead?" Yamamoto Hiroji asked.

"It's a place called Ding Jiaao." The staff behind him said hurriedly.

"Order the troops to accelerate their advance and pass through Ding Jiaao before 8 o'clock." Hiroji Yamamoto said with a cold face.

If you really can't arrive in time and delay the rescue, then you will bear all the responsibility this time.

"I know what you are thinking, Yamamoto-kun." Fujita Jin smiled and said in a tone that saw through what his subordinates were thinking.

"I agree with you about your suggestions, so if any problems arise, I, the commander of the Third Division, will take this responsibility with you and face the responsibilities of the headquarters with you."

Hiroji Yamamoto smiled gratefully.

The division commander has always cared for himself so much that even if he sometimes opposes his opinions, he will do his best to get common ground with him.

And this is also a prerequisite for a force to succeed...

"The island army has appeared and arrived at the ambush in half an hour!"

"Order all departments to prepare for attack!"

"Order all departments to prepare for attack!"

September 11, 27th year of the Republic of China, 18:30.

When the figure of the island army finally appeared, an unimaginable attack began.

Tens of thousands of Chinese athletes suddenly appeared on the battlefield, but the islanders could not imagine that they were actually Chinese soldiers.

These soldiers were covered in mud, and they could not tell what they were originally. Under the erosion of the rain, they let out waves of roars, flowing through the filthy and extremely difficult road, and rushed towards the astonished island army with thunder and thunder.

The difficulties caused by the heavy rain on both sides are unimaginable, whether it is the offensive side or the defensive side.

When the island army woke up from the shock, the Chinese soldiers had already rushed in front of them.

Here, those advanced weapons seemed to have lost their power, the plane could not take off, the artillery could not be deployed, and the rest suddenly seemed to have returned to the duel in the cold weapon era...

Bayonet vs. bayonet, life vs. human life!

The soldiers on both sides shouted and fought each other, and fought desperately in the rain with red eyes, rolled together in the mud, using bayonets, fists, teeth, and in every possible way.

Two Chinese soldiers were fighting with a Japanese man, and the three were biting each other like madmen.

The Japanese man was sturdy, and the two Chinese soldiers looked a little thin, and they could not suppress him at all. Instead, they had many scars on their bodies.

Suddenly, a Chinese soldier bit the Japanese's ear. With a scream, most of the Japanese's ears were bitten. Then, another Chinese soldier took advantage of this opportunity and rushed to the Japanese's face with his fists and smashed them to the Japanese's face, and hit them in all possible fatal places...

The Japanese were still struggling, but gradually their bodies became slower and slower. The Chinese soldier who bit his ear jumped up and pinched the Japanese's throat and refused to let go.

The Japanese foot twitched sharply, and finally stopped struggling, lying in the mud like a dead fish...

"Brother, brother, die, die, get up, get up..."

The soldier gasped loudly, and incoherently pulled up the brother who was still stuck in the Japanese, but the brother did not move, as if he had heard nothing at all.

After finally pulling him up, I suddenly realized that at some point, the brother was dead.

It was still stiff, and a dagger was inserted into his heart. The blood could not tell the color at all. It slowly flowed down his chest with mud and water...

"Oh, another one has gone..."

The surviving soldier sighed and shook his head. He didn't feel sad at all, he only felt a little regretful, and then cooperated with this brother to feel something, and he left so quickly.

Actually, there is nothing. Who knows if he will die next minute?

Another brother fell down there. He screamed, crawled out of the mud and water, and rushed over...

The scene of tens of thousands of people strangling in the rain is completely unimaginable for those who have never experienced it personally.

The military reporter Xiao Nayun really felt lucky for himself. He witnessed everything with his own eyes and witnessed how the Chinese soldiers fought the island army for the dignity of the soldiers under extremely difficult circumstances.

"They are more like a group of machines, and they don't feel the existence of fatigue at all. No, maybe they are already very tired, just trying their best to fight for their country.

The rain finally became much lighter, allowing me to see this heroic and moving scene with my own eyes.

The Japanese pirate soldiers were also very fierce. After being attacked suddenly, they were fiercely involved in the battle after they had been in the initial panic.

The heavy rain and muddy ground have reduced the combat effectiveness of the island army to the greatest extent. Now God is fair to both sides. Everyone can only carry out the battle to the end with their own will.

I saw many soldiers falling down, but I couldn't see blood, because the rain washed away everything, the blood, life, the dignity of life in this life is not worth a copper plate. When you fall down, no one will even look at you more, as if death is the most normal thing.

Since the founding of the Third War Zone, we have fought countless battles. On this vast battlefield, we have wiped out a large number of enemies, but in the same way, we have made great sacrifices. Almost every victory in battle is exchanged for the blood and lives of countless Chinese soldiers.

When I first came to victory and witnessed the victory with my own eyes, I cheered and excited for our victory, but as time went by, this excitement became less and less, and replaced by unforgettable pain. Because I know what price we have paid for such victory.

I know a soldier named Fang. He is young and enthusiastic and always pesters me to take photos of him. But every time I am about to take photos of him, there are always various reasons that cannot be done. But that time I promised him that when the counterattack on the Eastern Front is over, I will definitely take a photo for him.

But I will never be able to make my promise. When I saw him the last time, he had become a corpse. He died on the first day of the Eastern Front counterattack. He died on the way to charge, and his body was covered with bullet holes. At that moment, I found that I hated myself so much that I could not even do this little thing.

I have always had a dream. I want to help all the Chinese soldiers in the Third War Zone take a photo. I know that many of them will not be able to survive until the day when the War of Resistance Against Japan is victorious, but I hope my photos can be passed on and let everyone see the remains of the heroes who died for the country...

Although I don’t understand military affairs, when I see the heroic battles of Chinese soldiers in the distance, I know that we will also win this battle, because we fight on our own territory and fight for our own country. Even if we die, we will die on our own land, and not like those hateful invaders, we will never be able to go back.
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