War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 492: The 217th Regiment raised the white flag!

"Captain!"

The moment the scouts rushed into the regiment headquarters, Xu Chaoyang immediately turned his head. All the top leaders of the 115th Division looked over at the same time.

"Tuanchengkou was attacked by the Japanese again, and this time the firepower was even stronger than before..."

Xu Chaoyang said in confusion: "Impossible?"

He turned back and looked at the map: "It's impossible for Miura Toshiji to have so much ammunition. If he had this much ammunition, why didn't he seize the hilltop before?"

"Why didn't the cannon go off?"

The division commander looked up at the sky at dawn, but did not see any shining light. This was totally inconsistent with the enemy's attack pattern...

boom!
boom!
boom!
In the distance, blocked by the mountains, the shining lights lit up rhythmically. After a full day and night of cessation, rounds of bombardment finally appeared again...

"Anti-cannon!!!"

"Anti-cannon!!!"

Chang Zhan began to roar almost crazily on the battlefield. When he met the panicked Northeast Army, he immediately reached out and picked up the enemy, and pushed them into the anti-artillery pit with hammers and kicks. He had no time to explain. At this time, violence was the best way to solve the problem.

"Lao Chang! Lao Chang!"

boom! ! ! ! !
Wang Yuzhan came around from behind and was about to speak in Chang Zhan's ear when a shell suddenly exploded nearby!

Wang Yuzhan's body was pushed by the air wave and fell on Chang Zhan. When Chang Zhan crawled out of the soil that buried them, Chang Zhan rode on Wang Yuzhan and slapped him hard in the face: "Wake up!"

"Wake up, old man!!!"

Wang Yuzhan finally opened his eyes and said slowly, "There are too many people... The devils must have sent more troops... Ugh!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Wang Yuzhan spat out a mouthful of blood, breathing heavily, as if all the air in the world was not enough for him.

"Listen to me, if we continue like this, the losses will be too great. A platoon of soldiers won't have even one left standing after two shells..."

"Don't talk nonsense. There are always casualties in war!" Chang Zhan was digging people out with his bare hands and scraping the dirt off Wang Yuzhan's body handful by handful. "Listen to me!"

Wang Yuzhan tightly grasped Chang Zhan's sleeve, as if he would not be able to die peacefully unless Chang Zhan stopped what he was doing.

"listen to me……"

"Hold on a little longer, until the sun rises in the morning, and reduce the gunfire on the battlefield, so that the Japanese will think we can't hold on any longer..."

"Hold on for a little while longer, until noon, and then raise the white flag..."

Chang Zhan was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What the hell did you tell me?"

"Let...the Japs...come up...and then use all your firepower to shoot them down...they...they..."

Wang Yu didn't move for a while, just lying quietly in the ground, but his trick was so bold that Chang Zhan would never even think about it.

In particular, Wang Yuchan’s plan was not against the devils, but his love for work!
He knew what the medicinal properties of this thing were. It was nothing more than something that would weaken and eventually run out of effect over and over again. So he asked Chang Zhan to pretend to be defeated to give the Japanese a false impression, and then he raised the white flag to lure all the Japanese up!

But such a person, such a smart person, actually died!
He was killed by a single shot from the Japanese!
"Fifth Platoon Leader!!! I will never fucking forgive you!!!" Chang Zhan was feeling sorry for Wang Yuzhan's death. If the Fifth Platoon Leader had completely destroyed the artillery position, none of this would have happened...

But Chang Zhan didn't know that he would never see the fifth platoon leader again in his life. ...

Outside the Japanese artillery position, an infantry squad was walking slowly towards the hillside with guns in hand. There was no sound of gunfire on the hillside, and the infantry squad that came to deliver the letter were all killed by them on the mountain road. This infantry squad was made up of Japanese soldiers who rushed out of the artillery position, carrying machine guns.

Throat...

The fifth platoon leader was lying on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth. The bullet holes on his body had stopped bleeding, and his entire uniform was covered in blood!
When the Japanese soldiers entered the forest and found the fifth platoon leader in the bushes, they saw bodies lying there after being swept by machine guns. None of the seven or eight people escaped, and they were all shot in the front...

Several of them could not even survive a round of machine gun fire from the Japanese. In the forest without any cover, the trees could not block the Japanese's intensive machine gun fire. However, they used their lives to silence the Japanese artillery positions for a whole day and night.

The fifth platoon leader watched the Japanese approaching, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his eyelids, but he still grinned and cursed in the most ordinary voice, "Fuck you"...

"ah!!!"

A Japanese soldier rushed up with a Type 38 rifle in his hand. It was obvious that he understood the curse words, and in anger he stabbed the bayonet of his gun into the body of the platoon leader!

"Thank you!"

The fifth platoon leader retracted his hand in pain, and the hand holding the grenade fuse - sizzle!

A puff of white smoke rose up. The Japanese turned their heads to look under a soldier and saw a bundle of grenades with white smoke coming out of their butts: "Baga..."

boom! ! ! !

A huge explosion was then heard, and the black smoke rising into the sky and the body parts flying everywhere with the explosion proved that this country was no longer the same as before!

In the past, they were dressed in rags, and the braids on their heads were toys for foreigners to play with. Their poverty made them laugh at them, but in the face of all this bullying, the old women could only apologize, and they kept apologizing again and again.

That was an era when the humble succumbed to fate. That period of history was filled with suffering and irrigated the resentment of many scholars in later generations.

But this is not the end. Even if you turn a few pages back in the history books, you still cannot hear the roar of a sleeping lion being awakened. The subsequent wars among warlords and each ruling its own regime have become a page that is difficult for readers of history to turn over, and has become a process that one would have to fast forward to continue watching in a documentary.

Because everyone in the future knows when this moment ends, and even if people in the future see this part in the novel, they are unwilling to reminisce about it, calling it a "poisonous point", calling it "life is already hard enough, reading novels is to pursue pleasure, you still let us watch these, do we have to feed shit?", what they experienced personally, you dare not even look at it, you dare not even look at it!

……

"report!"

When a scout appeared at the regiment headquarters in Laoye Temple again, he did not directly tell Xu Chaoyang what he wanted to report as usual, but instead hooked his finger at him and said, "Captain, please come out for a moment, there is something..."

"If you have something to say, just say it. What's wrong with you?" Xu Chaoyang cursed at him on the spot. However, the soldier said that sentence the moment everyone looked at him: "Tuanchengkou..."

The commander turned around, and it was obvious that turning his head was not enough;

The deputy division commander took a step forward, and his entire demeanor changed;
Although Director Luo was still standing there, he stared at the soldier's eyes...

"A white flag was raised at the entrance of Tuancheng."

"what!!!"

The soldier's slight mosquito sound immediately triggered Xu Chaoyang's roar. After all, such a thing had never happened in the entire 217th Regiment.

(End of this chapter)