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Chapter 332, Li Yunlong's treasured sword is not old

"The general is dead?"

Junxiu Yamashita, who had fallen to the ground to hide from the cannon, couldn't help looking up.

The major general of the empire, Ichiro Mitsui, had his brain pierced by a bullet, and lay face down peacefully facing the ground.

He could no longer hear, the General's sonorous voice was no longer heard.

Yamashita Junxiu's eyes were moist in an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly, full of regret in his heart.

"I knew earlier..."

"If the enemy's intentions were judged earlier..."

He was filled with self-blame.

The general treated him very well and did not look down on him because of his previous defeat.On the contrary, he attached great importance to him and stayed by his side to teach him personally.

In less than a month of getting along, the two have forged a deep friendship.

Although the two have no status as masters and apprentices, in his heart, the general is his master.

"The general died for the country, and we shall avenge the general."

Junxiu Yamashita lay on his stomach and held back his tears. After the short shelling ended, he got up in a half-squat and looked around.

After a round of shelling, it caused a very big impact on the fleeing team.

More than a dozen people were killed and injured by the shells, and the rest of them were also ashamed, like yam eggs just dug out of the mud.

Toshihide Yamashita took a deep look at the fallen general.

When a bullet hits a person's body, it will leave a small opening less than one centimeter in diameter on the skin at the point of entry.

When the warhead passes through the body, it forms a huge force that will pull the surrounding objects, resulting in a short-term displacement.

Then a huge cavity is formed at the end.

Through this, you can judge the direction of the shooting enemy.

Toshihide Yamashita pointed in one direction and said to several guards, "The enemy is over there, there must be only a few people, you guys go kill them and avenge the general."

The upper and lower levels of the Japanese army had a strong order of superiority and inferiority.

Facing the commander's command, the guards knew that this was a mission to escape death, but they still bit the bullet and went with their guns in hand.

Junxiu Yamashita stepped forward to carry the general on his back, and said to the rest of the people, "Follow me if you want to survive."

He is not a reckless person, no matter how much he hates the enemy in his heart, but he knows that this is not a chance for him to take revenge.

In the Chinese language, if there are green hills left, there is no fear of lack of firewood. He must survive first.

"what!"

A few guards who rushed to the enemy just now, hadn't taken a few steps, one of them was shot and fell down.

"It's a sharpshooter!"

The headquarters was ambushed, bombarded on the way to retreat, and sniped by sharpshooters. Everyone in the headquarters was bewildered.

Looking again, Toshihide Yamashita, who had just spoken, had already carried the general on his back and retreated in the opposite direction.

Among the living people, there is no one who has a higher rank than him.

"Follow up."

A bullet whized off a major's ear, and he covered his ears and bared his teeth, screaming, and ran faster than anyone else.

The enemy may not have enough shells and stopped shelling.But bullets are clearly enough.

The herd effect was manifested, and everyone fled following Toshihide Yamashita.

Wang Gensheng looked at the fleeing enemy carrying the corpse on his back, and fired the remaining two rounds in one breath, but he didn't get any good results, and he hit the ground angrily.

"Damn it, you run so fast."

Another sniper not far away retracted his head: "Captain, you are already a god.

500 meters away, one shot exploded the head of an officer. This alone is enough for me to boast for a year. "

Hitting a head-sized target at 500 meters, if it is not blind, then it is a top sniper.

Hitting an enemy who is still running 500 meters away is almost as likely as a lightning strike for special forces.

Wang Gensheng was dissatisfied with his performance, he thought this should be what he wanted to do.

The little devil who ran away with the corpse on his back looked like a high-ranking official, so it's a pity to let him go.

"Captain, the one you shot in the head seems to be a general."

The duo who shot out the shells observed the results with a telescope, but made an unexpected discovery.

The military rank on the shoulder of the corpse's military uniform revealed his identity.

When Wang Gensheng chose the target, he only saw that the surrounding people were surrounding him, so he thought it was a big target, but he really didn't see the enemy's military rank.

He raised the binoculars, squinted his eyes to observe carefully, saw the target, and after a short period of sluggishness, he swears directly:

"Damn it, he's really a general. I've made a lot of money."

"If you kill the general with one shot, you can blow it for a lifetime."

"The officer carrying the corpse is nothing small."

After chatting for a few words, he raised his gun and pointed at those little devils who didn't know what to do but dared to trouble them. After several shots in a row, they were all brought down.

Within 300 meters, a moving target is just a matter of one shot in his hand.

"Captain, awesome."

Another sharpshooter gave a thumbs up, whether he killed a general 500 meters away, or shot a devil within 300 meters.

Only awesome can describe it.

"What are you looking at, come with me." Wang Gensheng glared at him, raised his gun and chased him out.

There are so many Japanese officials, and it is difficult to see any of them. Today, if you meet so many, it will be a waste of money if you let them go for nothing.

"Chasing?"

"Catch it! Such a good opportunity."

"I can see it."

The two gunners who operated the mortar looked at each other. The shells they carried with them had already been fired, and the mortar in their hands was not as good as a fire stick.

Hiding the mortar behind a rock, the two followed with their guns in hand.

The command system was destroyed, and it was quickly reflected on the frontal battlefield.

Lack of coordination, and the headquarters cannot be contacted, and the cooperation between the troops is no longer seamless.

A layman may not be able to see it.

But in the eyes of an expert like Li Yunlong, he can see through everything at a glance.

"Third Battalion Commander."

"Have."

Li Yunlong said: "The command post of the little devil may have been killed by the special forces. You lead me to rush up from the flank and smash the tortoise shell of the little devil to me."

"Do you understand!"

With a loud shout, the third battalion commander shuddered: "Understood."

He ran towards the resting troops, and sprang into action.

In fact, what he said was clear, but his mind was still in a mess.

The devil's headquarters was taken away, or was it done by the special forces?
When did the special forces run behind the enemy?

Questions lingered in his mind, but he didn't have time to come to Xinyang, anyway, just follow what the regiment leader said.

Li Yunlong's will was carried out, and the third battalion quickly appeared on the enemy's left flank, rushing under the cover of artillery, and helped the second battalion solve the threat of the left wing in one breath.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the troops on the left wing of the Japanese army retreated after being slammed,

In other respects, the Japanese army did not cooperate at all. Instead, they fought on their own, only caring about the affairs under their noses.

Even, the Japanese army on the right seemed to have gotten the news, not only did not have the energy to attack, but seemed to be retreating.

It must be the success of the special forces, otherwise it is not enough to explain.

The adventurous spirit in Li Yunlong's bones began to make trouble again, and he handed over the overall planning and coordination to several combat staff officers.

With the last reserve team, he also went to the front line to attack the Japanese army.

"Head, no way, the political commissar told us to watch you. If you go to the front line, the political commissar has to deal with us."

"Captain, how about I go for you."

Several combat staff officers were in a hurry, and the regiment leader was not in the command post, so he insisted on picking up his gun and going to the front line to fight the enemy.

It's just frustrating.

"You are the head of the regiment, and I am the head of the regiment? When the sky falls, I will bear it. When Lao Zhao comes back and wants to scold people, you let him come to me."

Li Yunlong's eyes widened and his face became serious, scaring the several combat staff officers into silence.

The head of the regiment went to the front line, and it was useless to move out the political commissar. The several combat staff officers looked at each other in blank dismay, and wanted to scold them with foul words in their hearts.

What the hell is this?

Li Yunlong led the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion to press up from the right flank. The Japanese army, which had intended to retreat, did not hide it, and immediately retreated while fighting.

"Don't chase them, fight the second line of frontal devils."

Li Yunlong pointed out the direction.

As soon as the right-wing Japanese army withdrew, the Japanese army in the frontal direction was highlighted. The Eighth Route Army was like a fishing net, which could be used as a head to cover the enemy and eat the enemy in one bite.

Now, what Li Yunlong wants is not only to break through, but also to pay a more painful price for the Japanese army.

Kumaji Miki of the First Infantry Battalion kept asking, "Have you contacted the headquarters?"

The operator's answer was always no.

10 minutes ago, the phone was disconnected, and there was no answer to the telegram sent.

The dispatched messengers have not yet returned.

The news from the headquarters is all cut off.

On his right flank, the new force of the Eighth Route came up, and the second brigade, which had originally besieged the Second Battalion of the Eighth Route, was quickly defeated and retreated.

Immediately afterwards, the forces of the left wing also retreated, and the attack of the Eight Routes accelerated this process.

He was about to run after saying hello, and the angry Miki Kumaji kept scolding these two bastards.

They patted their buttocks and left, what about themselves, where is their first brigade?
The order I received before was to stick to the position and block the Eighth Route Army to the north of the position.

Now, the headquarters can't be contacted, and if you retreat without authorization, you will be punished as a deserter, and those ruthless bastards are watching behind with guns.

They cannot retreat.

"Captain, it's not good, the eight roads on the left are coming towards our position."

"It's not good, the eight roads in the front are also rushing up."

Bad news came one after another, and Miki Kumaji was sweating profusely.

Even if they want to retreat now, they can't do so anymore. The Eighth Route Army will definitely catch up and use the submachine guns in their hands to send themselves a big defeat.

He was knocked down from behind like a deserter.Or face the enemy like a warrior.

The choice is not difficult at all.

"All put on bayonets, rush up, and fight them."

Miki Kumaji issued the order ruthlessly.

This is also a helpless move. Fighting for firepower, they are already far behind the Eighth Route Army, so doing that is thankless.

On the contrary, if you take out your good bayonet tactics and mix them with the Eighth Route Army, it will be difficult for the enemy's firepower advantage to be used. It can only be seen who is better at stabbing.

In terms of stabbing skills, Yuji Miki is still very confident in the soldiers of the Imperial Army.

He dared to say that in this regard, the Imperial Army is number one in the world.

The Japanese soldiers on the ground, unaware that they were facing defeat, acted like an emotionless machine, loading their rifles with bayonets.

Soon, Balu rushed forward.

The Japanese soldiers also poured out of the trenches and launched a countercharge towards the Eighth Route.

However, it was slightly different from Miki Kumaji's imagination.

Facing the Japanese soldiers rushing up, the soldiers with submachine guns did not have bayonets for the submachine guns, so they could only pull the trigger and accept the heads delivered to the door.

Before the Japanese soldiers who wanted to fight with bayonets had time to show their superb skills, they were beaten into hornet's nests and fell down one after another.

But it doesn't mean that it has no effect at all. After all, Balu didn't manage to have a submachine gun in hand.

Seventy percent of the soldiers were still holding rifles, and many Japanese soldiers rushed up and got mixed up with them.

Soldiers with submachine guns did not dare to fire casually, for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

The Eighth Route Army used the spirit of chasing the poor and chasing the remaining brave, and under the condition of equal strength with the opponent, took the lead in attacking, and wanted to fight a battle of annihilation.

It is extremely rare in the entire North China battlefield.

Even if there were, the roles were often reversed, and the attacking party was the Japanese army.

Li Yunlong ran to the front with a submachine gun, pulled the trigger and emptied half of the magazine. Three Japanese soldiers paid the price and were knocked down to the ground.

The chance to easily harvest the head will soon disappear, and the enemy and the enemy will become entangled together.

This is not enough!

However, it has been a long time since he fought hand-to-hand combat, and Li Yunlong also thought about the addiction to bayonet fighting.

The submachine gun was given to the guard, who carried the machete for him, and returned it to his hand.

Li Yunlong's first opponent was a Japanese second lieutenant.

He was not like other Japanese soldiers who yelled endlessly, but kept silent, holding a command knife drawn out of its sheath in his hand, waiting for work at ease.

Turning a blind eye to the fierce fighting around him, he just stared at Li Yunlong with a pair of small eyes that were shining fiercely.

The two looked at each other and walked around a few times.

Perhaps the young officer was wondering why the opponent was making such a strange gesture.

Li Yunlong held the saber in both hands, the blade was hanging down in front of his left leg, the back of the saber was facing the enemy, but the blade was facing him, almost touching his left leg.

The Japanese military officers could not imagine the mystery of meeting the enemy in this posture.

He was impatient.

With a sound of "Yah", he poured all his strength to slash Li Yunlong's neck obliquely, trying to cut off the head with one blow.

In the past, with his extreme speed, he had beheaded many opponents.

Li Yunlong didn't move, the knife in his hand rose rapidly, with a "click", the heavy back of the knife smashed the samurai sword in the officer's hand.

A thought flashed through the second lieutenant's mind: It's broken, he accomplished two goals with one movement, and at the same time as he swung the knife and knocked the rifle away, the blade was already in place...

Before he had time to think about it, Li Yunlong's blade swung obliquely from right to left and from top to bottom with a 180-degree killing radius.

The second lieutenant flew two meters away, still glaring at Li Yunlong, but he no longer had the strength to swing his knife.

Li Yunlong grinned happily. Although he hadn't fought hand-to-hand combat for more than half a year, his skills did not drop a bit.

The trick learned from Zhang Dabiao is still effective against little devils.

Killing one was not enough, so he looked around to find the next unlucky ghost.

However, the number of devils was not very large, some were wiped out by submachine guns, and some fell after rushing up and stabbing them.

It directly led to more monks and less meat, and often two warriors surrounded a devil and worked hard.

Li Yunlong couldn't find a target, and he became his opponent for practicing swords.

"Damn, I don't know how many to keep for me."

He stuck the big knife into the ground and picked up a submachine gun, "You can't let the little devil run away, come with me."

The soldiers with submachine guns and machine guns could be considered to have found the backbone, and followed Li Yunlong to penetrate deep into the enemy's position.

(End of this chapter)