Liang Jian: Lao Li, I'm really not a military expert

The Japanese soldiers did not take the time to remove the bullets from their guns as shown in the TV dramas. Instead, they mounted bayonets on their rifles and jumped out of the fortifications with bayonets in hand. They rushed forward towards the hail of bullets fired by the commandos, shouting and yelling, trying to block the bullets with their bodies.

The result was obvious. In just a dozen seconds, they were shot into a hornet's nest, with bullet holes all over their bodies. Even people with trypophobia would be scared to death.

In just this short 30-meter assault distance, the main and deputy machine gunners of the first-tier assault team were all killed, and no one survived. The battle became intense from the very beginning. The battle between the two sides was extremely brutal, and both sides were pouring out their strongest firepower, resulting in heavy casualties.

Under the leadership of Li Yunlong, the first-tier assault team defeated the Japanese's desperate counterattack and rushed into the Japanese's circular fortifications, opening a large gap for the subsequent offensive forces.

"Bugler, blow the charge! All regiments, start charging. Kill all the Japanese in the fortifications!"

The bugler blew the charge horn immediately. The sound of "dudududadada" rang out. The soldiers heard the charge horn and charged towards the Japanese positions, shouting loudly: "Kill the Japanese! Kill the Japanese! Kill the Japanese!"

The shouts of more than 1000 people in the independent regiment even temporarily drowned out the sound of gunfire on the battlefield, and also caused tremendous psychological pressure on the Japanese.

Yamazaki Jihei stood up from his chair. He knew that it was the moment of the final battle. He waved the command knife in his hand, ignoring the wound on his stomach that had burst, and shouted frantically: "Everyone, use bayonets to drive away the Chinese who have entered the position!"

Yamazaki Jihei also waved his command knife, ready to join the battle. The Japanese also remembered the earth-shaking roar: "Be loyal to the empire! Be loyal to His Majesty! Kill all the attacking Chinese! Long live! Long live! Long live!"

Li Yunlong waved the ghost-head knife in his hand and led the remaining commandos to start a hand-to-hand fight with the Japanese. The commandos of the second and third echelons also rushed up like a tide. Even the grooms and cooks of the independent regiment resolutely carried out the order. They waved kitchen knives and guillotines and participated in the attack, fighting with the Japanese.

Lin Zhenhua didn't want to come over at first. He was just a weakling. Usually when he killed a chicken at home, he would tie the chicken's wings and legs tightly and chant a few words before killing it. He remembered the chanting when killing chickens during the Chinese New Year: "Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me, you are a dish in the world! Little chicken, little chicken, don't blame me, you are a dish in the world!"

However, seeing that even the grooms and cooks of the independent regiment had rushed forward, he would be laughed to death by the soldiers if he did not rush forward. That would then become a large-scale social death scene, and he would not have the face to stay any longer.

"Damn it, this guy is just living a life of dignity. I will risk everything today. The system must protect me, and all the gods must bless me. I will kill a few more devils and give them to you as tribute!"

Lin Zhenhua straightened his short flat hair and picked up the wooden stick with a sharp stone tied to the top. He tried to swing it and felt that it was tied quite firmly. He decided to follow Lao Liu's example and see if he could get some benefits.

Lin Zhenhua bent over and climbed up the hillside. He had just run a little too fast and was a little out of breath. He took a breath and hunched over to observe the battlefield. He found a Japanese soldier who was about to launch a sneak attack and was fighting with another Japanese soldier in a bayonet fight.

"Damn it, the Japanese are so unsportsmanlike that they actually attacked from behind. Now that I've discovered you, I'll give you a beating to teach you a lesson!"

Lin Zhenhua's movements were not slow. He aimed at the Japanese soldier's body and swung the stick with great force. The sharp stone tied to the stick hit the Japanese soldier's neck directly, breaking it. The Japanese soldier died on the spot.

"You can't be that blind, can you? I was aiming at your body just now, how come I hit your neck? Amitabha, I'll send you to hell, next time I'll aim better, but this is also good, I can take you away in one go, saving you from suffering any more!"

Lin Zhenhua complained while guarding against the Japanese sneak attack. He had just achieved the first kill and continued with his Operation Six.

He found another target. A Japanese soldier wearing a helmet had just gotten up from the ground when he was hit by a stick.

"Baga! Which bastard hit my head? Bastard, you despicable sneak attacker! Ah, you stupid fool..."

"Oh, you're lucky, little Japanese! I didn't knock you out the first time, and I knocked out your teeth the second time, but I didn't expect you to still be alive and kicking! I just don't believe I can't kill you today!"

Lin Zhenhua intended to retract the stick and hit the Japanese soldier again, but he did not use enough force and the stick was not fully retracted, so it hit the Japanese soldier's foot. The Japanese soldier covered his broken foot and burst into tears.

"Mom, I want to go home! I don't want to fight anymore, I want to go home to find mom!"

The Japanese soldier's screaming made Lin Zhenhua feel annoyed. This time he swung the wooden stick hard, and the sharp stone hit the Japanese soldier's chest. The Japanese soldier didn't perform well in breaking the stone on his chest this time. He let out a scream and lay on the ground, flopping around a few times before he became silent. The world suddenly became quiet.

Lin Zhenhua continued his career as Lao Liu. He had just killed two Japanese soldiers. He picked up the stick and swung it vigorously. Perhaps because of repeated use, the rope tied to the stone broke directly. The sharp stone was thrown out in the air and flew far away. With a plop, it hit...

Lin Zhenhua picked up the Japanese soldier's Type 38 rifle, but he didn't expect it to be so heavy. He fiddled with it twice but felt it was not very useful. He planned to keep the gun and practice his shooting skills in the future. As a result, he accidentally pulled the trigger and a bullet shot out of the muzzle and shot into the distance.

"Damn it, TV dramas are all lies. The little Japanese soldier didn't even eject the bullet before the bayonet fight. It's impossible. He was about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, so how could he have the time to eject the bullet? This is definitely a TV drama that deceives people. Fortunately, I was lucky and the gun was not pointed at myself. Otherwise, I would have killed myself, and I would have been laughed at and nailed to the pillar of shame forever!"

Lin Zhenhua picked up the two Type 38 rifles on the ground, picked up the Japanese soldiers' melon grenades, and even the Japanese soldiers' steel helmets.

"The Japanese's steel helmet may protect me from shrapnel if I wear it on my head. It's a good thing. I have to keep it!"

"Alas, you can't wear the enemy's steel helmet on your head. It's easy to get hurt by mistake!"

The soldier who had just been rescued by Lin Zhenhua killed the Japanese soldier who was fighting with him in a bayonet fight. Seeing that Lin Zhenhua put the Japanese soldier's helmet on his head, he hurriedly reminded him.

"Okay, okay, I won't wear it. I just tried it out. This Japanese helmet is quite useful for cooking. My head is very big, and the Japanese head is not as big as mine. I can't wear it even if I want to!"

Lin Zhenhua quickly explained a few words to avoid misunderstanding and spreading rumors. This would destroy his glorious image. How could he, such a righteous and smart person, do such a stupid thing? If someone did something, it must be someone else who did it. If anyone dared to refute him, don't blame him for hitting them. His title of the Hammer King of the Northwest is not undeserved, he just never had the opportunity to show it.