Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

Most of the Japanese soldiers on the city wall could no longer endure the double torture of machine guns and artillery fire. They retreated screaming, huddled together, and fired in panic.

Wang Chengzhu's artillery company also seized the opportunity and fired eight Type 92 infantry artillery shells at the main gate.

“Squeak…ah…”

"boom……"

The gate was blown into the sky by the artillery shells, and disintegrated directly in the flames, turning into debris mixed with sparks and falling down.

The soldiers in the front division also seized the opportunity and rushed into the prisoner-of-war camp in less than fifteen minutes.

Ichiro Kameda's arm, which was wielding the command knife, was hit by a stray bullet and he dropped the knife. He then hid behind a pile of debris with his arm hugged, and let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered.

Ichiro Kameda was already very fat, and at this moment he was lying on the ground, rolling and crawling, like a wild boar weighing several hundred pounds.

The Japanese soldiers under his command began to retreat, crawling past Kameda Ichiro's hiding place.

Mudd!

I was right in front of you, and you ran away!

Bang bang, two shots killed a retreating Japanese soldier.

"Bagya Road!"

"Damn enemy!"

"Fight back!"

"The warriors of the Empire are not allowed to retreat!"

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

"Serve His Majesty the Locust with all my heart!"

"Anyone who takes a step back will die!"

"I, Kameda Ichiro, will personally supervise the battle!"

"Warriors, fight back!"

The surrounding Japanese soldiers saw that Kameda Ichiro had gone mad, but if they retreated they would be killed by Kameda, and if they moved forward they would be shot by the Eighth Route Army.

The Japanese soldiers who were forced into a desperate situation simply put on a desperate posture, raised their guns and shouted.

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

"It's been a black card for half a year!"

They rushed towards the soldiers from the first division who broke in from the main gate.

Anyway, running away means death, and attacking also means death.

It is more glorious to die on the way to charge...

The Japanese didn't want their deeds to be spread back to their hometowns, where they would be despised by their fellow villagers as deserters, which would be embarrassing...

The old man Kameda retreated to several barracks with more than twenty Japanese soldiers, relying on the bunkers to struggle desperately and waiting for the arrival of reinforcements.

"Da da da da..."

"Bang bang bang..."

A series of gunshots rang out, and the charging Japanese soldiers were instantly hit by machine guns and fell in a pool of blood.

What a joke. We used to fight the Japanese with bayonets because we were poor and had to save bullets. Now with Lin Tian, ​​we have so many bullets that they are covered in dust in the warehouse. Who would want to fight with you with bayonets?

How can bayonet fighting be as exciting as firing a machine gun?

The prisoners in the cell heard the sound of gunfire and shouts of killing outside.

They stood up excitedly, put their faces against the cold prison door, looked out, and tried hard to see what was happening outside.

"He's one of ours!"

"Our people are here to rescue us!"

"Great!"

“It’s finally here!”

"We are saved!"

The prisoners stood up, hugged and cheered.

The excited shouts mixed with cries of joy in the cell reached the ears of Ichiro Kameda outside.

Kameda Ichiro had a fierce look on his face and shouted towards the cell:

"Bagya Road!"

"Bagya Road!"

"Kill them!"

"Kill them all!"

"Leave no one behind!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Tian and his men rushed to the vicinity of the cell.

Seeing Ichiro Kameda yelling incoherently towards the cell, Lin Tian knew that this group of devils had lost their humanity and wanted to kill people to silence them and destroy evidence.

He grabbed the light machine gun from a nearby soldier and fired a burst of bullets at Kameda.

Kameda's fat body fell to the ground with a bang, and only 9 of the twenty or so Japanese soldiers next to him were left.

The Japanese who were about to rush into the cell to silence the witnesses were suppressed by machine guns behind the bunker and could not move.

At this time, Fang Zheng and others who had rushed in from the main gate also rushed to Lin Tian's vicinity and began to eliminate the remaining enemies.

More than a dozen soldiers surrounded the remaining nine devils, with the muzzles of their guns pointed at them.

"Commander, Commander!"

Fang Zheng ran to Lin Tian and shouted excitedly.

"The troops have cleared out the remaining enemies. Now the only ones left are these few devils on your side."

"Commander, it's so much fun to fight the Japanese with you!"

"We've never fought such a rich battle in our lives!"

Lin Tian asked Fang Zheng to lead people to shoot at the Japanese soldiers on the ground one by one, in case the Japanese soldiers pretended to be dead or were not dead yet and shot secretly.

He also asked Dahai to take people to release the people in prison.

Then he drew out his sword and walked towards the trembling Japanese soldiers.

Seeing Lin Tian coming towards them with a knife in hand, a Japanese lieutenant drew out his command knife and shouted at Lin Tian:

"You treat the prisoners well and make them work!"

"Our locust army surrenders and works!"

"You guys can't kill us!"

"You must abide by the Geneva Convention!"

"Treat us favorably!"

Lin Tianli ignored him and rushed forward, chopping off the Japanese major's head with great force.

The Japanese lieutenant hurriedly put his knife in front of his chest to block.

"Bagya Road!"

"Chinese!"

"Dead, dead!"

There was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, and the Japanese major's command knife broke into two pieces.

One piece was still in his hand, and the other piece fell to the ground with a clatter.

Looking at the devil again, his head flew up and blood was gushing out all at once.

That's so miserable...

But the blade is very smooth, without any crookedness.

All this shows Lin Tian's superb skills and the exquisite craftsmanship of the sword in his hand.

In an instant, a column of blood gushed out, but the devil's body still stood in the same place, without any reaction.

The soil beneath my feet was covered with blood.

The remaining Japanese soldiers looked at the major's body with expressions of fear and trembling all over.

After more than ten seconds, the Japanese major's body slowly fell to the ground.

As the bodies fell to the ground, the remaining Japanese soldiers dropped their weapons, lay on the ground, and trembled.

"We surrender..."

"We surrender..."

Lin Tian picked up a light machine gun and fired a volley of bullets at the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground.

Lin Tian is still a good man. He sent them back to their hometown to meet the locust.

Lin Tian is like this. He will never allow the Japanese to surrender to him.

Lin Tian wished he could scatter all the Japanese ashes one by one.

Why can you survive by surrendering when you can’t win?

Why do you bring such great suffering to this land, and think you can wash away your sins with just one word of surrender?

Besides, the Japs want Lin Tian to spare their lives, but when will they spare the lives of us ordinary people?

These inhuman beasts will only kneel down and beg for mercy when facing bullets and knives.

Truth comes from violence, and violence can scare beasts.

Blood debt must be paid with blood!

Blood feud must be avenged with blood!

This is Lin Tian’s purpose and also his requirement for the troops.

After more than 4 hours of fighting, it was already dawn. Lin Tian led his soldiers to kill all the Japanese in the Qingshan POW camp, and the soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

At this point, the enemy must have known the situation in the prisoner-of-war camp and must evacuate quickly.

The enemy's reinforcements are not something that Lin Tian and his group of just over 700 people can stop. Although Lin Tian's side has the advantage in firepower, the number of people is too small, which is still a fatal flaw.

You cannot engage in a head-on fight with the enemy; you must consume the enemy's manpower through constant movement.

At this time, Dahai also released all the people in the prisoner-of-war camp.

A group of people, dressed in rags, covered in wounds, with almost no intact part of their bodies.

A dozen more people were carried out by the soldiers.

He was lying on the ground with his missing limbs, breathing weakly.

It was obvious that these prisoners of war were severely tortured by the Japanese.

Lin Tian and the soldiers all gnashed their teeth and glared.

The devil's atrocities are so outrageous...

The prisoners of war were suddenly released when they saw Lin Tian, ​​and they all knelt on the ground, crying:

"Thank you for saving my life, sir!"

"I thought I would never see the outside world again!"

"Thank you sir!"

"Thank you sir!"

When Lin Tian saw that there were about 600 prisoners of war, he immediately understood.

It seems that the Japanese have massacred a lot of prisoners of war in recent times.

Not daring to stay too long, Lin Tian shouted to the prisoners: "Everyone follow us first, the enemy's reinforcements will be here soon, we can't waste any more time!"

At this moment, the monk's excited voice came from behind Lin Tian.

"Commander!"

"Commander!"

"Our guard platoon just found ten Japanese women in that house."

"That's a long one..."

"Ahem, no, we also found 22 special forces members of the Japanese army."

"Commander, please go and have a look!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian ordered Dahai and Fangzheng to lead their men to retreat first, while he followed the monk.

When we got there, we found out that the building the monk was talking about was where Ichiro Kameda's office was connected to the office and dormitory of the Japanese special forces.

Looking at the Japanese special forces and

Uh…

Japs women.

It turns out she was a Japanese geisha, and she was indeed... uh... that.

These ten Japanese geishas lay on the floor with seductive eyes, exposing... uh... a large area of ​​white, and kept shouting: "Yamedie!"

"Yada!"

"Great beauty..."

The others didn't understand either, but they were flushed and excited by the white in front of them.

They were all young men in their teens or twenties, and had never seen such a scene before.