When he heard the news, Major General Ono's face suddenly became gloomy. He almost roared and shouted: "Order, everyone rushes up to avenge His Excellency the Commander. We don't allow a single prisoner, and they all die!"
Having said that, Major General Ono walked out of the headquarters and drew out his command knife. This is the worst situation. Your Excellency Commander died again. Is this the first? All of them had to rush forward and kill the soldiers of the Jinsui Army inside the encirclement. Only in this way could they avenge their commander. Even he himself decided to charge up, and he wanted to kill several enemies with his own hands.
The order was passed on, and all the ghost soldiers became angry. For the First Army stationed in Shanxi, it was a shame and shame that their commander was killed. And what's worse, this kind of thing happened more than once. This is the first time the commander has been killed, the third or the fourth time? How could they not be angry when they thought of this? In the past, they could pretend that they had nothing to do with them, but now they are by their side, their commander has been killed, how can they not be annoyed? So being stimulated by this kind of news, a famous little devil, they raised their 38 big caps, and launched a charge again, and it was different from before. In the previous few charges, their commanders were all at the back, with a command knife to give them orders and watch them charge, but this time, their commander took the lead in the charge. Holding his command saber, he took the lead in rushing forward. Under this stimulation, the devil soldiers behind all mustered up their courage and launched the most violent attack forward.
Are you crazy, little devils? At this time, he watched the ghost soldiers rushing up from the opposite side. In the position of the Second Battalion of the Jinsui Army, everyone had such a thought in their hearts. Zhao Laoliu frowned, something must have happened. Otherwise, the little devil would never be so crazy. Judging by this posture, the little devil is going to die forever. How can they resist it?
At this time, the battalion commander had already darkened his face. The last moment has finally arrived, how can they stop the little devil's charge like this? Moreover, the machine gun bullets in their hands had been exhausted, and they could only rely on the last few bullets in the guns of the soldiers. After shooting, they should rush up to fight the bayonets. Speaking of bayonet fighting, no one can compare with the little devils. Even if the skills of the devil soldiers in bayonet fighting have been greatly reduced, it is not comparable to their troops of the 358th regiment of the Jinsui Army. When they had to rush up and fight the enemy desperately with their bayonets, it meant that they would usher in the last moment. Even if he was lucky enough to stab his own bayonet into the little devil's chest. They themselves will be pierced by the little devil's bayonet at the same time.
Unexpectedly, I finally reached the last step. At this time, the battalion commander felt that his back was soaked. It was freezing cold, and he was actually sweating all the time. But now that this time has come, he has no other choice. Looking at the devils rushing over, he slowly unbuttoned himself, then threw the padded jacket aside, grabbed a machete in his hand, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, think about us being killed by little devils!" Occupied land, relatives ravaged by little devils. Now it¡¯s a man¡¯s, so rush up with me.¡±
In this cold winter, the battalion commander bares his upper body. Holding a machete in his hand, this moment can be regarded as majestic. Since it is doomed not to live, but to die, then die more gloriously.
It has to be said that the action of the battalion commander still infected the people around him, and the other soldiers also stood up one after another, holding up their rifles. There is no regret in charging with such a battalion commander, even if it is death, it is worth it.
The little devils were still rushing towards the Jingsui Army's position quickly, and the people on the Jinsui Army's side also ran out of bullets in their rifles, so they had to hold up their guns and wait for the last moment. But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind the little devil.
Buzz, boom!
When he heard this voice, Zhao Laoliu suddenly became excited, it was the cannon assault vehicle!
He looked over and saw behind the little devil, two machine gun assault vehicles appeared over there. Blazing flames emanated from the muzzle, and countless shells were greeting the little devil's back. At this time, the little devil is launching the most violent attack to the front. The commanders all rushed to the front, how could they have expected such fierce firepower to suddenly come out from the back.
The shells were flying, and little devils were constantly being hit. As long as it is hit, it will scream and be bloody. At the same time, even the people around this kid screamed in the same way, and countless shrapnel would be scattered from the body of the person who was blown up, and these shrapnel would penetrate into the body of the person next to him.
All of a sudden, two machine gun assault vehicles quickly swept out a bloody road, all of which were made up of the corpses of little devils. The firepower is too fierce. The little devil's flesh and blood couldn't resist at all, and he was knocked down in an instant. The little devils who were charging couldn't turn around in time, and almost all of them were shot in the back. Just like that, the little devil's body fell down, paving a blood-soaked road. Behind this road, two cannon assault vehicles kept firing. There was a rumbling sound in my ear, like thunder, this scene was so impressive.
Behind the cannon assault vehicle, followed by soldiers from the Jinsui Army. They knew that they were going to rescue their comrades, so they all rushed forward like chicken blood, even surpassing Zhao Guangdou's troops who had surrendered, and followed behind the cannon assault vehicle, trying to rescue their companions.
Seeing this scene at this time, the battalion commander only felt his blood surging. At such a time, the Eighth Route Army did not abandon them, went around in a circle, and rushed over from the little devil's back. Their regiments did not abandon them either, and there must be shadows of regiments behind these soldiers of the Jinsui Army. They have already made up their minds to die, how can they not be excited when they see the hope of surviving?
However, the battalion commander did not rush out at this time. He thrust his broadsword into the ground in front of him, and then began to search on the ground.
"Where are his grandma's and Lao Tzu's overcoats? It's so fucking cold!" Just now, the battalion commander threw away his overcoats, but he knew that they had no hope of living, so he just beat them hard. Now that he was about to rush out, the battalion commander of course had to quickly put on the overcoat he had thrown away. It was icy and snowy, and the cold wind was blowing. It's a lie to say it's not cold. Even if the blood is surging, it can't resist the cold in the first month. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com