War of Resistance: Glory of the Beasts

Chapter 710 Lights Out (11 votes in November)
"withstand!!!!"

"Third Battalion, hold on tight, don't let the Japs show their heads!"

"Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!!!"

Zhu Rong is going crazy...

He couldn't help but go crazy. Behind him, wounded soldiers were rolling on the ground, and the sounds they made were no longer human.

What he was most afraid of at this moment was not that someone would suddenly shout, but that somewhere would become quiet after the continuous screams.

"Captain, we are running out of bullets!"

They are infantrymen who crossed mountains and rivers from Xin County and went straight to Zhongzhuangpu. How much ammunition can they carry?
The current situation is that the 67th Regiment encountered a Japanese poison gas bomb attack while raiding Zhongzhuangpu, and then an entire battalion of Japanese bastards rushed out of Zhongzhuangpu and trapped them in this remote mountain area. If Zhu Rong had not been sharp-eyed and sent people to Xin County for help before he was completely surrounded, there would be no hope at this moment.

Damn this bunch of bastards!
"Hold on a little longer!"

Zhu Rong felt that what he said was not human. How could he expect his men to hold out? They had no bullets and had to stop the enemy's attack. How could they hold out in such an environment?
"Third Battalion, put on your bayonets!!!"

On the battlefield, the third battalion commander did not complain. Instead, he turned around and saw Zhu Rong's embarrassed face, and shouted this sentence. At that moment, Zhu Rong's heart was bleeding.

The political commissar silently fastened the bayonet on his Type 38 rifle. Zhu Rong looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"With the brothers?"

"What a bunch of bastards!"

"Guard Company!"

Zhu Rong shouted, "Listen carefully. Once the Japanese rush up, you and the political commissar will break out with all your strength. Do you understand?"

"Captain..."

"Stay with me again!"

Zhu Rong widened his eyes, glared at the political commissar and said, "We followed Lao Ding and finally fought our way out of SH, but the damn Kuomintang government immediately revoked the number of the 67th Army. From then on, the 67th Army was changed to the 217th Regiment of the 67th Army!"

"The Northeastern Army is gone, the 67th Army is gone, and if the 67th Regiment is gone too, how can I go underground to see the old commander?"

The roaring voice, accompanied by bursts of artillery fire, reached the ears of the political commissar. At this moment, the political commissar changed his original opinion of this man who came from the old warlord era.

boom! boom! boom!
Deep in the dense forests between the mountains, several shells exploded and flames shot up into the sky at dawn.

"Captain, the devils are coming!"

A battalion of Japanese soldiers launched an offensive towards the last position of the 67th Regiment. When they were so short of soldiers that only one battalion could participate in the battle, they attacked with overwhelming artillery advantage and machine gun fire suppression. Every soldier in the Northeast Army clenched their bayonets at this moment.

Zhu Rong grabbed the political commissar's shoulders tightly and said, "Leave a seed for the 67th Regiment!"

"bugler!!!"

"Blow the lights out!"

The bugler was stunned for a moment...

After Zhu Rong heard Xu Chaoyang talk about the meaning of lights-out, especially on the battlefield, he opened his mouth and shouted to the soldiers in the entire battalion: "Brothers, I'm sorry for you this time!"

"Our Northeast Army retreated from the Northeast to North China, then from North China to Northwest China, and was transferred to SH, but in the end, we retreated back..."

"We can't give up anymore. If we do, we'll be unmanly!" "Lao Ding didn't give us that money and marry us wives so that we can be cowards!"

“Blow the lights out!!!”

A mournful wail sounded among the mountains. It was clearly the time when the sun was about to rise, but the forest began to utter sounds that should only be heard in a military camp after sunset.

The desolation was accompanied by the boundless mountains and the fallen leaves in late autumn, but this group of the cutest ones were smiling at Zhu Rong from behind their shelters.

They did not blame Zhu Rong. As a person from Northeast China, everyone could understand Zhu Rong.

The people of Northeast China cannot retreat anymore, no matter if there is poison gas or Japanese devils ahead, because this time there is no order to retreat from above, and your boss is not Xiao Liuzi. If you retreat again, it means that your Northeast Army is no longer capable.

Can they let people say that the Northeast Army is not good?

That is the last dignity of this group of people to survive, and the last excuse they can use when others slander the Northeast Army and the Northeast people. If even this is gone, what is the point of living?
The lights-out signal was blown on the battlefield. The attacking Japanese invaders ran and looked at the position in front of them. In the smoke, in the screams, under the cover of gunfire and hail of bullets, Zhu Rong took a big step and took the brunt of it. He stood out with a Type 38 rifle in hand. Behind him, the soldiers with faces covered in smoke and dust said: "Fuck!"

"I've been a soldier for so many years, but except for the 217th, I've never led a charge!"

"Brothers, charge!!!"

"rush!!!"

A battalion of Northeastern Army soldiers rushed down the hillside along the mountain ridge. They did not hesitate, and each of them rushed forward.
They roared loudly, as if they wanted to drown out the sound of the Japanese artillery with their flesh voices!
When a battalion of troops launched a charge towards the Japanese invaders knowing that the Japanese had suffered little casualties, even though this had no strategic significance.

The Japs opened fire.

They will definitely shoot.

And under the sound of gunfire, the crowd charging towards the bullets collided with the Japanese invaders without hesitation on the battlefield and were completely mixed together.

At this time, defense is useless. If the 67th Regiment, which is short of ammunition, continues to defend, it will only become a target of artillery fire. You still have no tricks; they can only charge, using the pull of their forward charge to gather the entire encirclement of the Japanese troops to one point...

"Political Commissar, let's go, or the commander and his men will have died in vain!"

The captain of the guard company saw the shock on the face of the political commissar who had just seen the cruelty of war for the first time, and immediately ordered: "Come here, take the political commissar away!"

Two people came over and grabbed the political commissar's arms and dragged him back. The young political commissar stomped his feet and shouted, "Little devil, I'll fuck your mother!"

"I'll fuck your mom!!!"

He is in pain.

The pain was so excruciating that I didn't know who to vent it to, and the Japanese were the only target I didn't have to take responsibility for.

Zhu Rong smiled when he heard the yelling from behind him. He raised his gun and thrust his bayonet into the enemy's chest. Then he turned the gun back and pulled it out, letting the enemy's blood spray on his face. He shouted, "It feels so good!!!"

"Damn it, come on!!!"

"The hatred in the Northeast, the hatred in North China, and the hatred in Shanghai, let's settle them all together today!"

Zhu Rong now had the standard physique of an ancient general, tall and fat, with a protruding belly. His brute force completely erupted at this moment. When he collided with the muzzle of the Japs' guns, he went all out every time, knocking the muzzle of the Japs' guns to the side, and then stabbed them with his bayonet, one at a time.

But even if he is made of iron, how many nails can he knock out?
As more and more Japanese soldiers rushed up, the gunfire became more and more frequent. The number of soldiers around Zhu Rong kept decreasing. In a blink of an eye, there were only a hundred or so soldiers left in a battalion, and they were surrounded in a small circle in the valley...

Life and death, a thin line.

(End of this chapter)