Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

At the Xiaowangzhuang position, the Japanese suffered heavy casualties. Some fled, some ran away, and the remaining group of wounded soldiers remained on the position, wailing and waiting to die.

Of course, not all Japanese soldiers were waiting to be captured. Some of them chose to fight to the death, wanting to take someone with them before they died.

The Eighth Route Army didn't even need to blow the charge. The Japanese's panic made them a group of lambs to be slaughtered, and they could not even exert one tenth of their combat effectiveness.

Those who run slower may be pushed down by those who come later and become one of the many corpses.

Hide Kawashita was running in the front and was the first to be covered by assault rifle fire.

After a round of strafing, none of the dozen or so Japanese soldiers, including Kawashita Hide, were left standing. Kawashita Hide was lucky, as two bullets hit his shoulder and calf respectively, allowing him to survive for a while.

However, judging from the current situation, Hide Kawashita is worse off than dead.

Seeing the follow-up team rushing over, Kawashita Hide saw a glimmer of hope, endured the pain of the wound, and shouted for help.

But what followed was the sound of gunfire and bullets from assault rifles, and the fleeing Japanese soldiers did not notice the injured Kawashita Hide who was asking for help.

Hide Kawashita's ending is obvious. Faced with the trampling of thousands of people, even if he was a piece of steel plate, he would be trampled into the mud.

Under the powerful firepower coverage of the first company of the independent battalion, one third of the fleeing Japanese soldiers were killed.

These devils had no fighting awareness and only wanted to escape.

If Lin Qiang hadn't given the absolute order, Hu Zi would have wanted to lead the entire company to chase the Japanese.

When the last Japanese soldier ran out of range, Hu Zi punched the tree trunk beside him in anger.

Although he had killed hundreds of Japanese soldiers, Hu Zi behaved as if he had not killed a single one.

In Hu Zi's mind, he had to kill at least half of these devils. If he failed to reach this expected number, it would be no different from a mission failure.

Just when he was regretting not setting up his position further forward, a familiar sound of breaking through the air suddenly came out.

That was the sound of the independent battalion's howitzer shells!

The soldiers of the company all looked up at the sky, and indeed they could see a small black dot flashing across the sky.

This was followed by a loud explosion and a slight shaking of the ground.

"Telescope, quick, give me the telescope!"

Taking the telescope from the soldier, Hu Zi clearly saw howitzers falling on the location of the Japanese troops, and the smoke and dust produced by the explosion did not dissipate for a long time.

There is no doubt about the power of the howitzer. Even if the smoke and dust cleared, there would not be any Japanese corpses left on the ground.

This scene made Hu Zi smile happily, and the regret in his heart disappeared. He also understood that the battalion commander did not allow them to pursue because there were still howitzers waiting for the Japanese.

"Brothers, clean up the battlefield as quickly as possible, in groups of three. Be careful of the remaining Japanese soldiers who might shoot you from behind."

"Yes!"

The hundreds of Japanese soldiers killed and the supplies seized would be a considerable fortune for an ordinary team. Although the independent battalion has no shortage of these things, the team's fine tradition of thrift must be maintained.

The fate of those abandoned Japanese wounded soldiers on the battlefield was predictable.

Li Yunlong was not quite clear about Lin Qiang's style, but Kong Jie and Ding Wei were very clear about it, especially Kong Jie. When the battle reached this stage, he began to feel caught in a dilemma.

When Li Yunlong learned that Lin Qiang never accepted prisoners, his originally smiling face became serious and his eyes stared at Lin Qiang for a while.

"Yes, they are the soldiers led by me, Li Yunlong!"

In fact, everyone who has watched "Bright Sword" knows that when has Li Yunlong ever captured prisoners during a war?

The four of them were of the same opinion and had unified orders when cleaning up the battlefield.

The soldiers of the New 1st Regiment had been fighting for so long, and when they heard the order to clean up the battlefield, they rushed forward. Every time they stabbed with their bayonets, they either hit the heart or some vital part of the enemy such as the neck.

Some Japanese soldiers wanted to fight to the death, but before they could even raise their guns, they were shot down by the soldiers.

The purpose of using a bayonet is to save ammunition, not because you really have no bullets left.

Some of the Japanese soldiers raised their hands above their heads and shouted incoherently, which seemed to indicate that they wanted to surrender.

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down and found that a red bayonet had pierced him from behind.

As the bayonet was pulled out, blood gushed out like water, staining the black soil that had been baptized by war red.

If the previous battle between the enemy and us was considered an equal one, then at this moment it became a one-sided massacre.

There were at least several hundred wounded Japanese soldiers left on the battlefield. Some of the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment, who had poor endurance, could no longer bear to continue attacking.

Whenever this happened, Lin Qiang would immediately approach the soldier, pat him on the shoulder, and say, "The fact that you didn't continue the attack shows that you still have a conscience, but that's also your weakness. The Japanese don't care whether you have a conscience or not. In their eyes, you're not even a living thing."

"If you can't bring yourself to do this today, then they will be your fate in the next bayonet fight."

After saying this, Lin Qiang turned and left. The soldiers who were "enlightened" by him seemed to have their Ren and Du meridians opened up, and they acted so quickly that some veteran soldiers felt inferior to them.

Ding Wei, playing with a deputy officer's sword, walked up to Lin Qiang and said, "Anyone who becomes your enemy will be in trouble for the rest of their lives."

"Hey, don't think I'm praising you, there's one more thing I haven't said yet."

"Serving under you is worse than being your enemy. My new recruits are kindhearted and can't all be like the veterans who want to tear the devils apart the moment they see them. Now, after being tormented by you, they've all become seasoned veterans!"

Lin Qiang pushed back the command knife that Ding Wei handed him and said with a smile, "I'm saving them so they don't die on the battlefield and you, Captain Ding, will regret it."

"There are many new recruits like this in my New First Regiment. They are still young, and the youngest is less than 18 years old. If it weren't for the Japanese invasion, they wouldn't have become the ruthless warriors they are now."

There was a hint of regret in Ding Wei's words.

Lin Qiang looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and murmured in a deep voice, "This is the price of war."

The cost of war is not only reflected in sacrifice, but also in the price paid in life.

Ding Wei sighed upon hearing this, not wanting to continue with such a heavy topic, so he said, "I have to order them to hurry up, as I think that brat Li Yunlong will be here soon."

Lin Qiang pointed behind Ding Wei and said with a smile, "They're already here."