War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 373: Freedom Exclusive to Men
Shen Guaizi is not Qu Yong. He cannot feel what Xu Chaoyang is enjoying in that position and is still completely immersed in the pleasure of revenge.

Shen Guaizi, who was supposed to be protecting Xu Chaoyang, stood at the edge of the guard platoon, close to the truck. Their platoon had no combat missions, but Shen Guaizi still took off the gun on his shoulder and glanced at the battlefield. When he saw someone rushing out of the fire and running to a position 150 meters away, gasping for breath...

Shen Guaizi immediately placed the G98 on the front of the car, licked his lips with excitement, aimed, locked the muzzle of the gun on the enemy's chest which had a larger target range, and pulled the trigger the moment the opponent straightened his back - bang!

Then, after watching the guy being knocked down, he didn't even dare to laugh in celebration. He immediately put on the safety belt of the gun, slung it over his shoulder, and whistled as if nothing had happened, moving two steps to the side, as if he was not the one who had just killed someone.

That's his fun.

They could fight the Japanese invaders and traitors openly. Even if they violated some discipline, as long as it did not involve issues of principle and did not lead to more serious consequences, Xu Chaoyang would not scold them.

But this can make Shen Guaizi feel relieved, venting his anger that his family was destroyed, and that bastard still wanted to surrender to the Japanese!
Shen Guaizi was quite content. He took the opportunity to take out the cigarettes from his pocket and put one in his mouth.

Look, nowadays, even a little grass roll has to be served by Lao Dao Pai, is there any better life like this?
In his opinion, the dispute between the regiment commander and the platoon leader just now was entirely because the platoon leader was spoiled by the good life he was having now. When they first fought their way from the Northeast to Inner Mongolia, the entire company was eating coarse food. Why didn't you say these meaningless words?
And that Jia Qin, the war is not going on now and you just want to stop fighting, are you sick?

Where would you get food if you don’t join the army?

If I have children in the future, how will I support the whole family?

He wouldn't do that. If he could eat like this for the rest of his life, Shen Guaizi would be willing to be a soldier in the 217th Regiment for the rest of his life. After all, he would be a guard platoon member for the regiment commander and would not be used on the battlefield very often... By the way, Lao Yang said that we can only call him regiment commander and not regiment commander. I don't know why and I don't dare to ask.

boom!boom!
The accuracy of the G98 and the marksmanship practiced by the soldiers of the 217th Regiment using live ammunition and live targets of the Japanese demonstrated absolute superiority in this battle. No matter whether the people getting off the train were on fire or not, if they were distracted for a moment, at least one bullet would fly over and knock them down.

But... there aren't many officers who are surrounded by people on this battlefield?

Liu Gener was holding a machine gun and thinking about something when a guy in officer's uniform jumped down from the train. As soon as the guy got off the train, three or four people jumped down behind him one after another. Then they gathered together, and the group of people who were originally scattered on the battlefield and didn't know what to do next began to gather here while coughing.

Liu Gener raised the butt of the machine gun and when the group of people gathered together, he lowered the muzzle and started firing!
Da da da da da!
Bullets landed on the ground in front of the group, raising clouds of dust. The leading officer was so frightened that he jumped from foot to foot, while a soldier next to him fell down, holding his ankle.

"Hey!" Liu Gener smiled innocently and directed his men, "See that pile in the middle? Don't shoot your rifle bullets there. There might be someone the regiment commander wants there."

"Brother, what's the point of fighting these guys?"

Liu Gener looked to the side while holding the machine gun. Now he was also the big brother.

The soldier said casually: "It's not exciting without planes overhead and gunfire nearby."

I don't know what's going on with the 217th Regiment, but anyone who comes here, no matter if they are from the Oroqen, Mongolian, or Northwest Army, as long as they stay here for a long time, they will speak with a Northeastern accent, which is amazing.

Liu Gener stretched out his big palm and slapped the man on the head - bang!

This guy got hit on the head, and after the beating he was still glaring at him: "How many times have you seen a plane? You're bragging to me?"

"The plane flew right over my head. I didn't even have to run. My survival depended entirely on 'points'!"

"It's still a fucking plane, can you please hope for something better?"

Liu Gener had been bombed by a plane before. You can’t describe the feeling. It wasn’t nervousness. From the first explosion, there was only one thought in his mind: “It’s over!”

No matter how fast you are, can you outrun a bomb explosion?

Even if the bomb didn't hit you, what about the flying shrapnel? What about the flying wood and stone chips? Even if you managed to avoid all of those, what about the air currents?

Liu Gener had seen what the people who were killed by bombs in the old unit, which was still a battalion directly under the regiment, looked like. Their clothes were all torn to pieces, but they had no injuries on their bodies. Some of them had their eyeballs exploded and blood was flowing out of their ears!

This is the best outcome for soldiers killed in air bombing. At least, their bodies are intact.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Gunshots rang out from behind the train. Xu Chaoyang turned his head and shouted, "Signalman!" The clever boy immediately replied, "Report to the regiment commander. The Yu battalion has already been notified. Your intention has been clearly conveyed. That is, use rifles to clear the periphery and machine guns to deter small groups..."

"When did you go?"

"I didn't go. After you said that, I let a kid from our group go over."

According to the rules, he is the communications soldier and he has to do this kind of thing; according to the rules, as a communications soldier, he has no right to give orders to others.

But not only did they not follow the rules, they also did for you something that your leader forgot to ask them to do. So, what are the rules?
"Captain, don't look at me like that. I'm a coward and I won't lie!"

"Go, go, fuck you!"

Xu Chaoyang was so angry that he laughed. The messenger immediately lowered his head and said, "Okay."

But everyone in the group knows that the phrase "get lost" is not an insult, but a compliment, so, what are the rules?
"Pass my order, have Altai send out a cavalry to bypass them from the side!"

"Everyone, cheer up, quickly eliminate the surrounding single enemies, and end the battle as soon as possible!"

From the moment the battle started, Xu Chaoyang did not leave any chance for Duan Chunze. Before the battle even started, he asked Yu Minghao to go around and block the enemy's retreat, and then he used smoke bombs to pave the way and incendiary bombs to start the battle.

Unless you, Duan Chunze, can make the train take off and attack from high up in the sky, the machine guns that are spread all over the train in a flat-fire state will be useless against Xu Chaoyang's troops who are using trucks as cover.

What if there weren't these guys?

Didn’t Shang Zhen already leave a lot of corpses in front of the train?

"drive!"

Behind the 217th Regiment's truck, a cavalry team of 98 men was galloping forward with the short-section G. This gun has not yet been put into mass production. The first batch of trial guns produced were first equipped to the cavalry battalion as "cavalry lances", replacing the machine guns that were almost worn out after experiencing many wars.

As for why Xu Chaoyang did not apply to the Peking Military Branch for a new flower agency, it was because he had his own plans in mind.

For cavalry, the recoil of the machine gun is still a bit too much...

"drive!"

Altai, who did not participate in many battles, gained a little weight after getting married, and his originally angular minority face gradually became round.

But Altai is still Altai, and his riding skills are still the best in the 217th Regiment. At the moment when the horse under his crotch was about to rush across the half court, this guy dared to let go of the reins at this moment, letting the horse gallop freely on the battlefield. He controlled the horse with his feet, aimed the gun with both hands, and found the moment when the horse was in the air to stabilize amidst the constant bumps, and quickly pulled the trigger - bang!

As soon as the gunshot was heard, Duan Chunze, who was gasping for breath at the edge in the distance, was knocked down while bending over. The whole person fell to the ground as if he was hit by a car.

"drive!"

Altai did not even withdraw his hand to control the reins, but continued to pull the bolt and aim at the next one.

At the same time, there was also gunfire behind Altai!
boom!boom!boom!boom!
Shan Beng'er's gunshots were continuous. The 217th Cavalry Regiment, which had defeated the Japanese invaders on the battlefield and made them unable to fight back, was back again. Even though they did not have the help of machine guns this time, they were still extremely sharp!
"Go on the bayonet!"

Altai shouted excitedly, raised his hand to take the bayonet from the saddle, and after he had used up all the bullets and had no time to reload, he rushed out with the short rifle with the bayonet on. During the charge, he held the horse's neck with one hand and leaned down slightly. As he walked past, he raised his hand and stabbed a defecting soldier directly with the bayonet, then used the horse's power to lift him up to half a meter high before throwing him to the ground.

"Woo~"

On horseback, Altai showed the wildness of the Oroqen people, which is only shown on the battlefield. While galloping wildly, he shouted loudly, as if this was the freedom he longed for.

Freedom that belongs exclusively to men.

(End of this chapter)