War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 649: Reinforcements! (Thanks to 'Eating Hotpot on a Snowy Night' for the -point reward!)

If you ask Zhu Rong what a man's romance is before his death, he will definitely not know. But when they are fighting with bayonets, he will pull behind him all those who are exhausted, injured, with trembling legs and gasping for breath, and stand in the front himself, facing the Japanese bayonets. Even if sweat keeps dripping down his tangled hair and his head is steaming, he has to give those "bastards" from the Northeast some breathing time.

"Big brother!"

"Captain!"

On the battlefield, more than half of the soldiers in the entire battalion had fallen, leaving only a few dozen soldiers who were surrounded in a small circle. Zhu Rong was shirtless, with wounds from bayonets and stabs all over his body. His skin was covered with black marks from the smoke. When blood flowed along the black, the fat on his chest would squeeze out the dirt with his movements, like a "heluo circle" after a child peed on the kang...

"What the hell!"

Zhu Rong pointed his gun at the Japanese and said to his brothers without turning his head: "Now is the time for you to tell me you regret it, but I can't do anything about it..." He could actually still joke!

But look back!

The wounded men in the middle formed a small group. They surrounded a bundle of grenades tied up with leg bandages and looked at Zhu Rong with eager eyes.

One of the men, who had been hit two or three times on the legs, sat on the ground and saluted Zhu Rong and said, "Liu Laowu, the platoon leader of the first platoon of the third battalion of the 67th regiment, reports to the regiment commander!"

"We..."

"It can't be fixed."

Zhu Rong smiled.

He saw guilt on the faces of these children and a fluorescent light in their eyes, as if the leg that had been stabbed to pieces by the Japanese was too disappointing and it overwhelmed their desire to live and die with him.

"Hey hey hey..."

Zhu Rong waved his hand and did not say anything in a commanding tone. He just responded with one sentence: "Wait for me in front!"

He did not blame anyone and was full of care for these soldiers who died bravely. No matter if they detonated the grenade themselves or died in the enemy's attack, they died on the battlefield. They just wanted to die with dignity. What's wrong with that?
"The 67th Regiment can still move!"

"arrive!!!"

"Fight me one last time!"

"Yes!"

This is Zhu Rong’s romance. He swayed his arms, holding a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet stained with blood, and stood among a dozen Japanese corpses, glaring at them.

He and his men prepared to launch one final charge to fulfill his ambition of serving his country.

he……

It seemed as if I could vaguely hear the sound of a horn.

It's the retreat number!
At that time, Zhu Rong was surrounded by more than a hundred Japanese soldiers and turned his head to look at the hillside in the distance. The sound of the horn floated in the air from far to near, rolling in...

In the sunlight, a figure stood on the top of the mountain with a big horse and a golden sword. He stood there with his hands on his knees, looking like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

The horn sounded again!
This time it’s not a retreat call, it’s an emergency assembly call!

A row of figures rushed up the hillside, each of them panting from exhaustion!

"Captain~~~" The voice echoing in the valley seemed to be... the political commissar of their 67th Regiment.

"Reinforcements have arrived!!!"

When Zhu Rong was about to accept his fate, when the political commissar shouted this sentence at the top of his lungs, almost all the remaining soldiers of the 67th Regiment turned their heads to look over.

……

After hearing the shout, the Japanese officer immediately turned his head and commanded nearly a squadron of his soldiers to rush towards the distant hillside. When they were about to block the support of this group of people, gunshots suddenly rang out across the battlefield!
The sound of Type 99 rifles, which had stopped for a long time, rang out on the hillside. A squadron that had just rushed over was hit by bullets sweeping down the hillside. Three people were knocked down within a distance of 200 meters. The remaining bullets gradually fell to the ground, making craters.

"Stop the battle as soon as possible and retreat back to Zhongzhuangpu!!!"

The Japanese officer turned his head...

Just when he was about to lead his men back to Zhongzhuangpu, there was a bang! bang! bang!

The sound of 150 heavy guns came over, and the Zhongzhuang shop in their eyes, which was a place where ammunition, poison gas bombs were hidden and where people had been slaughtered long ago, suddenly caught fire. Under the flames, the color of the flames changed from white phosphorus to dark green. The fire quickly spread to the whole village, and thick smoke with a pungent smell was blown towards them by the wind.

Tong Meng's research found that this incendiary bomb was not only able to ignite, but the thick smoke in it was also extremely toxic. After adding sugar, the splashing of the fire after the 150-degree blast was increased, so the burning range was wider.

"what!!!"

The Japanese soldiers guarding the village screamed and rushed out of the village in the flames. From the tiny green flames on their arms, the flames spread all over their bodies and burned them into a fire man in the blink of an eye...

"help me!!!"

"Captain, save me!!!"

The Japanese rolled on the ground in pain, but every time they rolled around, the flames that had been suppressed in the smoke and dust would burn up again the moment their strength was exhausted, as if the fire contained the curse of wronged souls, making it impossible to escape.

The Japanese officer looked back at the mountain village that was about to be burned down and the figures of people constantly rushing out of the village. He suddenly remembered the two new weapons of the enemy that were mentioned when the "popularization of war examples" was carried out in the army. One was the "semi-automatic rifle" and the other was the "incendiary bomb" that could not extinguish the flames!
“They are not the Eighteenth Army!!!”

“They are 217!!!”

"Fight with all your strength and stop the enemy from approaching!!!"

In the eyes of the Japs, the 217th and the 217th Group Army are not the same unit at all. The 21th is the bastard who threw incendiary bombs at Xifengkou, the modernized unit that used rifle grenades and armored vehicles in Tianjin, and the myth that the st Brigade can be stopped by only one regiment at Tuanchengkou!
Shen Guaizi had already reached the bottom of the hillside, which was the hillside behind the Japanese. When he rushed over with a company of soldiers, the first ten men in the row each carried a incendiary canister on their backs. This kind of incendiary canister produced by our army's arsenal was even simpler than the equipment that first appeared on the battlefield of Verdun in 1916. But at that time, Shen Dezi used this thing to clean up the battlefield and allowed the German army to advance five kilometers in one day. The French army had to retreat, trembling under the burning flames.

Later, when the armies of various countries began to study this strange weapon, they handed these soldiers over to snipers. Therefore, every flamethrower on the battlefield was a desperate warrior who was not allowed to turn around. From the moment they stepped onto the battlefield, their mission was to move forward only!
"rush!!!"

Shen Guaizi rushed out with a burning can on his back and rushed towards the enemy camp with a pipe in his hand...

"Enemy attack..."

"Enemy attack!"

"enemy……"

boom!
The Japanese soldier guarding behind the Japanese army raised his hand and fired a shot, but he seemed a little nervous facing the enemy's fearless charge. At such a close distance, his shot missed. The bullet rushed through the gap on the left side of Shen Guaizi's neck, leaving only a bloody mark on his neck.
Shen Guaizi was also a real tiger. He did not dodge or evade the bullets. He walked forward quickly with his eyes wide open and his arms swinging. At the moment the Japanese pulled the bolt, he had already rushed to within five or six meters of the enemy, and pulled the trigger directly from the muzzle of the flamethrower!
call!
A long flame spurted out from the muzzle, and the fireball formed by the front end of the flame completely engulfed the Japanese soldier. In the light of the fire, the Japanese soldier's face and clothes were completely invisible, and only a dark human-shaped mark could be seen...

(End of this chapter)