Holding the original shares, they fought all the way to the Korean War!

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Someone else shouted along.

Then came the second, third, and fourth tones.

The sounds went from scattered to orderly, from hoarse to high-pitched, and finally merged into a hoarse wave of sound.

It ripples at the bottom of the valley at the filter outlet.

The captain raised his saber above his head and swung it forward sharply.

"charge!"

Hundreds of Japanese soldiers moved at the same time.

They charged toward the First Battalion's position, bayonets fixed and shouting.

The officers were running at the very front.

They brandished their sabers, moving the fastest and with the clearest target, charging ahead of everyone else.

Zhao Wenlong looked at the Japanese soldiers charging towards him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He turned to face the soldiers of the First Battalion, raising his voice slightly.

"Comrades!"

"The Japanese devils are about to engage in bayonet fighting!"

"Our new Second Regiment isn't to be trifled with!"

"In bayonet fighting, we're no worse than them!"

He drew his bayonet from his waist, and with a click, it locked into place below the muzzle of the rifle.

"First Battalion, fix bayonets!"

The order spread throughout the entire earthen embankment position in an instant.

The soldiers of the first battalion moved at almost the same time.

Some people drew bayonets from their waists and fixed them to the muzzle of their guns, while others picked up rifles that already had bayonets attached.

The clicking sounds rose and fell, forming a continuous chorus above the earthen embankment.

Zhao Wenlong was the first to climb over the earthen embankment.

His movements were clean and swift; he leaped down in one bound, slightly bending his knees to absorb the force when his feet landed.

Then he straightened up, holding the M1 Garand with its bayonet fixed, and went to meet the Japanese captain who was charging at the front.

Behind him, the soldiers of the First Battalion followed him over the earthen embankment.

More than 500 men, bayonets at their ready, charged down from the earthen embankment and met the Japanese assault team head-on.

at the same time.

On the south side of the filter valley outlet, Tian Chengjun also issued the same order.

"Second Battalion, fix bayonets!"

He drew his bayonet from his waist with a steady and powerful movement.

The soldiers behind him followed suit, and a bayonet formation of more than 500 men quickly unfolded at the bottom of the valley.

Sun Shengli's side is making an even bigger commotion.

"The Third Battalion!"

"Bayonet fighting!"

"Let them see how powerful our Third Battalion is!"

His voice echoed through the valley.

The soldiers of the Third Battalion roared and charged down the slope with their bayonets fixed to M1 Garands.

They moved extremely fast, and their formation was very spread out.

There was a fierce look in everyone's eyes.

Deng Chen's side moved the most in unison.

The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion quickly pressed down from the western slope, maintaining good spacing in their formation.

Each man held his bayonet at the same height, advancing with a synchronized and powerful rhythm.

Four infantry battalions, more than two thousand men.

They attacked the hundreds of Japanese soldiers from four directions simultaneously.

The Japanese captain was running in the lead.

His eyes lit up the moment he saw Zhao Wenlong jump down from the earthen embankment.

He raised his military knife and charged towards Zhao Wenlong at full speed, shouting something.

Zhao Wenlong also saw him.

He neither slowed down nor changed direction; he simply went straight towards her.

The distance between the two was rapidly decreasing.

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters.

Zhao Wenlong saw the scar on the captain's face.

I saw the madness in his eyes, and I also saw his hand holding the knife trembling slightly.

That wasn't a trembling from fear, but weakness from excessive blood loss.

Zhao Wenlong did not wait for him to get close.

At a distance of about two meters from the other party.

He suddenly turned to the side, raising his hand at the same time, the bayonet slicing through an extremely short but precise arc.

It pierced the captain's left ribcage and went diagonally upwards through his chest cavity.

The captain's saber was still swinging in mid-air, but his movements stopped halfway through.

He looked down at the bayonet in his chest, then looked up at Zhao Wenlong's face, and his lips moved slightly.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Zhao Wenlong drew his bayonet, stepped aside, and the captain fell forward, face down in the mud.

"bring it on."

Zhao Wenlong muttered something under his breath, then raised his gun and headed towards the next target.

Behind him, the soldiers of the First Battalion had already collided with the Japanese assault team.

The bayonet fighting erupted in full force at that moment.

The bayonet of the M1 Garand is slightly shorter than that of the Type 38 rifle.

However, in close-quarters combat, being shorter is not necessarily a disadvantage.

The soldiers of the First Battalion laid a solid foundation at the very beginning of the formation of the New Second Regiment after undergoing systematic bayonet training.

Their movements were concise and deadly, without any unnecessary frills; every thrust was aimed at a vital point.

A Japanese soldier, wielding a Type 38 rifle, lunged at a soldier from the First Battalion.

As the soldier sidestepped the bayonet, he thrust his M1 Garand forward, the bayonet piercing the Japanese soldier's abdomen with pinpoint accuracy.

When he pulled it out, he had already turned to the side, avoiding the bayonet of another Japanese soldier next to him.

Then, with a backhand thrust, he pierced through the Japanese soldier's shoulder.

The movements were so fluid, as if they had been practiced hundreds of times on the training field.

On the Second Battalion's side, Tian Chengjun personally led the charge.

His fighting style is different from Zhao Wenlong's; he doesn't have that kind of agile dodging rhythm.

With each Japanese soldier he stabbed down, he took another step forward, his steps steady and resolute.

Several Japanese soldiers surrounded him at the same time.

Three bayonets stabbed at his chest and abdomen from three directions.

Instead of retreating, Tian Chengjun advanced, taking half a step to the left.

He dodged the bayonet in the middle, and at the same time swept the butt of his rifle horizontally, smashing it into the face of the Japanese soldier on the left. The man screamed and fell backward.

Immediately afterwards, his bayonet pierced the Japanese soldier's ribs on the right, thrust it forward, and then pulled it out, the movements flowing smoothly as if they were a single action.

The Japanese soldier on the right didn't even have time to react.

The commotion was greatest at the Third Battalion.

Sun Shengli's voice remained clearly audible amidst the chaos.

He cursed as he fought, and that sound gave the soldiers of the Third Battalion a lot of motivation.

His soldiers were also trained to be just as fierce.

The group worked together to surround a Japanese lieutenant on the other side, attacking him from both sides.

The lieutenant was stabbed down after only two rounds.

The Fourth Battalion's fighting style was the cleanest and most efficient.

They didn't shout or yell, and their breathing rhythm remained perfectly steady.

They simply advanced silently, thrust forward, and advanced again.

At first, the Japanese soldiers on the other side were able to maintain their formation and morale.

However, after the four battalions of the New Second Regiment pressed forward from four directions simultaneously, their formation was quickly broken up.

Some people were isolated and surrounded by three or four Eighth Route Army soldiers, with no room for resistance.

Some people are trying to form a defensive circle by standing back to back.

But their numbers are simply too small.

Before the defensive perimeter could be closed, it was broken up by the soldiers of the New Second Regiment.