Draw the sword and cure the fear of insufficient firepower

Zhang Laoer was hiding in the trench, gasping for breath, asking the soldiers to count the ammunition and for each platoon to report the remaining number of people.

"Captain, there are still 16 men in the platoon who can move!"

"There are still 15 in the second row!"

"There are still 16 in the third row!"

"Captain, I still have half a shuttle!"

"Captain, I still have 26 rounds of ammunition!"

"Captain! I just fired my last bullet!"

"Captain, I still have five rounds!"

……

The situation was very grim, and the cavalry company had basically run out of ammunition and food.

There are a total of 169 bullets left.

The troops also suffered heavy casualties. The reinforced company that originally had 150 people now has only 47 people left.

There were a total of 103 casualties, with almost half of the people in each platoon being killed or wounded. This does not include those with minor injuries. Now as long as they can still move, they can be counted as combatants.

Zhang Laoer ordered his troops to concentrate the ammunition in the hands of the three best light machine gun soldiers in the company, and the others prepared to charge and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese.

"Captain! Commander, will they come to rescue us?"

A recruit asked hesitantly.

Hearing this, Zhao Lao Er immediately lost his temper and said angrily:

"Damn it! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"Commander, they will definitely come to rescue us!"

"I can no longer hear the commander's gunfire!"

"They must be on their way!"

"Brothers, as long as we can withstand this wave of attack by the Japanese."

"We can hold on until the commander arrives!"

"Wait for the machine gunner to provide cover fire!"

"Everyone else, draw your sabers and follow me to beat the Japs!"

As soon as Zhang Laoer completed the order, the enemy launched another charge, giving the cavalry company no chance to breathe.

"Fire!"

"Brothers, follow me and kill me!"

The machine guns were loaded, the soldiers drew their sabers, and shouted murderously.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Then Zhang Laoer took the lead and rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers. Holding the knife in both hands, he chopped down three Japanese soldiers left and right in an instant.

The soldiers did not hesitate and followed Zhang Laoer to kill together.

For a moment, the swords collided, sparks flew, and blood flowed like a river.

"happy!"

"Hahaha!"

"What a fucking pleasure!"

"Kill one and you'll break even. Kill two and you'll make a profit!"

Zhang Laoer chopped down two more Japanese soldiers, turned around and looked at the cavalry soldiers fighting on the battlefield, and laughed out loud.

The charging Japanese saw that the Eighth Route Army on the opposite side had only forty or fifty people, but they dared to launch a counterattack against their own six or seven hundred people.

He was so angry that he screamed and waved his saber, and rushed towards the cavalry company's position frantically.

"act recklessly!"

"Kill the chicken and give it to me!"

"Dead, dead!"

"Half a year!"

"Half a year!"

A soldier in the cavalry company often had to deal with five or six Japanese soldiers alone, and at that time the machine gun had used up all its bullets.

The machine gunners also drew their sabers and joined the battle.

The cavalry company became more and more courageous as they fought, but their numbers were still too small.

At this time, soldiers continued to fall in pools of blood and the formation was quickly compressed.

The Japs have surrounded the cavalry company in a small area.

Both sides were holding sabers and confronting each other. The Japs slowly approached step by step, squeezing the cavalry company's space.

Zhang Laoer was stabbed several times and bleeding profusely.

He took off his hat, wiped the blood off the saber, and threw the blood-stained hat on the ground. Zhang Laoer's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily.

He glanced around at the other soldiers. At this time, everyone was injured to varying degrees, but they still supported each other and stood up straight.

The soldiers held sabers and glared at us.

Zhang Laoer shouted, "Brothers, how does the commander usually educate us?!"

"We met on a narrow road——"

The soldiers supported each other and burst into an earth-shaking roar.

"The brave wins!"

"When two meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!"

After shouting, everyone laughed out loud, with a hint of determination in their eyes.

How can Chinese soldiers be afraid of Japanese pirates!!!

this--

This is the voice of all the soldiers in the cavalry company at this moment.

Zhao Laoer raised his saber and let out an earth-shaking roar.

"The Cavalry Company—"

"attack!"

As soon as the words fell, the soldiers rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers, howling and wielding their sabers to kill them.

Even though he was stabbed by the Japanese, he did not retreat a single step, but instead used all his strength to chop at the Japanese's head.

As the two sides were fighting fiercely.

Suddenly, there was a burst of intensive gunfire and deafening shouts of killing behind the Japs.

The Japanese formation was disrupted in an instant, and they began to retreat, screaming.

Zhang Laoer kicked away a Japanese soldier on his saber and looked at the Japanese soldiers who were causing a commotion in surprise.

He instantly became alert and shouted: "Commander..."

"The commander is here!"

"The commander is here to reinforce us!"

"Brothers, kill!"

"Revenge for our fallen comrades!"

When the soldiers heard what Zhang Laoer said, they looked excitedly at the rear of the Japanese.

"kill!"

"kill!"

At this time, a funny scene appeared on the battlefield. The only thirty or so people left in the cavalry company were chasing hundreds of Japanese devils while howling.

Heishima Yi watched as Lin Tian and nearly a thousand men suddenly rushed out from behind, and his own troops were immediately defeated.

Looking at the Japanese soldiers fleeing in panic all over the mountains and plains.

Kuroshima's eyes went dark.

"puff--"

A mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body went limp and fell to the ground.

As luck would have it, the black blood sprayed onto the face of Hei Ye who was standing next to him.

Frightened, Heino waved his hands, trying to wipe the black blood off his face.

But the more I wiped, the more scared I became.

There was a burst of heart-wrenching cries.

"Ya Butterfly!"

"Ya Butterfly!"

"help me!"

But at this time, even if the licking locust came, it couldn't save him.

In the distance, Shunliu was holding his beloved Mauser 98k sniper rifle, charging and sniping at the same time.

I just happened to see a Japanese soldier dancing next to a rock in the distance, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The little devil dances really well, he must have learned it from his master's wife..."

"Oh!"

Take this Hei Ye away with one shot.

Ended his panic.

It must be said that Shunliu was a kind man. He was afraid that Heino would suffer too much, so he ended his pain with one shot.

The Japanese cavalry was first killed by a cavalry company of 150 with a few shuttles, and more than people were taken away.

Even though they were clearly surrounded and suppressed by their own side, they relied on the terrain and firepower to repel seven or eight group charges, leaving behind more than 200 Japanese corpses.

Finally, they used up all the enemy's ammunition. The goddess of victory was clearly waving at them, but the enemy launched a counterattack against them.

Let’s not talk about that. No matter how much counterattack we launch, the enemy is already at the end of their strength. It’s only a matter of time before we kill them.

But at this critical moment, he was suddenly attacked frantically by more than a thousand big men from behind.

The Japanese soon lost control of their control and were beaten so badly that their clothes were already in tatters.

Moreover, under the enemy's crazy attack, all the Japanese soldiers' blood was drained.

The enemy's firepower was even more intense than that of the Empire's locust army.

Lin Tian and his men were moving in and out of the Japanese group.

The soldiers were so excited that they couldn't express it in words...

At this time, the less than 900 remaining Japanese soldiers had already lost their minds, and they were no longer commanding.

Now faith has completely collapsed, like a wild boar in pain, rushing around and running for its life.

He had no regard for the Bushido spirit that he was proud of.

The monk threw the Czech light machine gun in his hand to the ground, pulled out the big knife from his back, and laughed loudly, as happy as a child weighing more than 100 pounds.

"Little devil!"

"Come and try your Grandpa Wei's big knife!"

"Hahaha!"

For a monk with great martial arts skills, it is more effective to chop with a broadsword than with a machine gun when facing the Japanese soldiers running all over the mountains.

The monk rushed through the crowd, his sword blade flying up and down. Wherever he passed, the devil's dog heads were scattered on the ground, leaving behind pools of blood.

One kill!

Double kill!

Three kills!

Killing like hemp!

"Hahahaha, monk, go play with my knife!"

Lin Tian watched the monk going in and out of the Japanese crowd several times, pulled out his high-strength carbon steel sword, and threw it to the monk with a smile.

Since I don’t use the knife much anyway, I might as well give it to the monk so that I can make the best use of it.

The monk picked up Lin Tian's sword and looked at it again and again for a while. He had coveted Lin Tian's sword for a long time. It can be said that he had fallen in love with this sword when he first followed Lin Tian.

The sword was silver-white all over, shining with cold light. It felt heavy and substantial in the hand.

It would be so cool if this thing could be used to chop the enemy's neck.

The monk wielded the sword and chopped off several Japanese heads, and found that the sword was unexpectedly easy to use.

Chopping off the Japanese's heads was like chopping melons and vegetables.

The monk excitedly rushed into the group of Japanese soldiers again with a knife in hand.

The Japanese soldiers looked at the monk's amiable smile and felt as if they had seen a damn god of death. They started to tremble with fear in their hearts. Many of them fell to their knees, with a yellow liquid flowing out between their legs, wetting the loose soil on the ground.