A magazine of 30,000 rounds, you call it Hanyang

You have to know that just now it was an entire Japanese infantry battalion charging, with more than a thousand people.

This time, the First Battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment only dispatched a hundred people.

Not only did they repel the Japanese, they also launched a counterattack!

"Old Shen, can't you see? A hundred brothers from the Sharp Knife Regiment pushed back an entire Japanese battalion?"

When Zheng Kaixuan was the commander of the fourth battalion of the New First Regiment, Wang Chengzhu knew that his soldiers were fierce fighters.

But Wang Chengzhu didn't expect that the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Regiment were even more fierce in fighting than the soldiers of the Fourth Battalion!

"We're not fighting back, we're chasing them. Everyone, take a few steps forward and look at the battlefield down the hill ahead..."

Shen Quan pointed to the place where the First Battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment had just fought.

"Kill, chase them?"

"what!"

"This, how is this possible!"

"This is too fierce!"

In fact, even Shen Quan has not yet recovered from the shock just now.

His eyes were a little straight when he was speaking.

Everyone hurriedly took a few quick steps and looked in the direction Shen Quan pointed, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement again.

On the hillside and ravine below, there were at least five or six hundred Japanese corpses lying in a mess.

"Were these killed by the brothers from the Sharp Knife Regiment just now?"

Wang Chengzhu asked in disbelief.

Shen Quan nodded, straightened his clothes, and drove in front of Zheng Kaixuan and Li Yunlong.

"Captain, Brother Kaixuan, we haven't seen each other for a while."

A long time ago, Zheng Kaixuan and Shen Quan were in the third battalion of the 772nd Regiment.

At that time, Shen Quan was still Zheng Kaixuan's boss.

There have been many conflicts between the two.

Of course, the main cause of those conflicts was Zheng Kaixuan's disobedience on the battlefield.

Shen Quan is not a bad person. His original intention was to do good for Zheng Kaixuan.

However, he has always been somewhat dissatisfied with Zheng Kaixuan.

Mingming was just a soldier under his command, but he worked his way up to where he is today and became the leader of the famous spearhead regiment. This made Shen Quan feel very uncomfortable for a while.

However, when he saw Zheng Kaixuan today, all the resentment in his heart disappeared.

One reason was that Zheng Kaixuan traveled hundreds of miles in the wind and snow to come to the rescue.

Second, the strength of the spearhead group completely overturned his cognition.

The soldiers under Zheng Kaixuan were incredibly strong! Shen Quan was completely convinced and gave Zheng Kaixuan a thumbs-up in his heart.

"Our Second Battalion just replenished a lot of ammunition from the corpses of those devils. Brother Kaixuan, Commander, the Second Battalion requests to continue fighting with everyone else. Please approve."

Zheng Kaixuan held Shen Quan's hand.

"Old Shen, it's approved! But you have to agree to one condition of mine."

"please say."

"All wounded soldiers of the Second Battalion will be withdrawn to the rear of the main position. The remaining uninjured brothers are allowed to continue fighting."

"However, your battle order is behind the First and Third Battalions. Unless it's an emergency, you are not allowed to take action without my order. Now, take the brothers from the Second Battalion and rest for a while."

"Yes! Shen Quan understands. I will follow Captain Zheng's arrangements."

After saying that, Shen Quan and his men retreated temporarily.

Zheng Kaixuan, led by Li Yunlong and several hundred others, continued to advance.

More than 500 meters away, one hundred soldiers from the Sharp Knife Regiment were killing the Japanese on their positions.

They formed combat teams of three to four people, and the coordination between team members and groups was seamless.

"Da da da da..."

"Da da da……"

"Bang, bang bang..."

These soldiers of the First Battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment were all strong and vigorous, with strong bodies. As they moved around and jumped, one Japanese soldier after another fell under their guns.

They can even shoot while jumping in the air, and their shooting skills are amazing!

As long as he raised his hand, a Japanese soldier would fall down.

They performed various tactical movements such as rolling, jumping, tumbling, diving, and crawling as smoothly as flowing water.

What made the Japanese most desperate was that the Triumph bulletproof vests on them could not be penetrated by guns or knives!

These spearhead regiment soldiers sometimes shot and killed the Japanese soldiers who were a little distance away, and sometimes rushed into the Japanese trenches, drew out their daggers and fought the Japanese soldiers in close combat.

The speed at which they killed people with daggers was not much slower than that with bullets.

Often, between a gesture and a movement, before the Japanese even had time to react, a line of blood would spurt out from their necks.

Although the Japanese had a large number of people, they were simply unable to resist.

"Where did these people come from, and how come they can do such a great job?"

"How can they be considered human beings? They are simply killing machines."

"This is the devil from hell!"

Not far from the battlefield, many Japanese soldiers were trembling with fear.

The people of the New 1st Regiment not far away were also stunned. Even a veteran like Li Yunlong was shocked.

"The Japanese brag about their Bushido every day, but in my opinion, that Bushido is nothing compared to us Chinese soldiers."

Zhang Dabiao couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"Their movements are as smooth as a butcher butchering an ox, flowing like flowing water. The brothers of the Sharp Knife Regiment are not fighting, this is simply performing art!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this moment, the drone formation of the spearhead regiment returned to the battlefield with bombs under the command of Huang Dafei, and began to cooperate with the soldiers of the first battalion to launch an aerial bombing on the important firepower of the Japanese infantry battalion.

On the Japanese position, a Japanese soldier with one eye blind was looking at the sky in horror.

"A small plane, that kind of small plane is coming!"

He quickly got up and ran to the side of the Japanese infantry squadron leader.

"Captain, I recognized it right away. This is the spearhead regiment's small plane. Quick! Report it to the wing commander..."

In fact, the Japanese infantry squadron leader next to him had already reacted.

As early as when they saw the fully armed soldiers of the 1st Battalion of the Sharp Knife Regiment rushing towards them with unstoppable momentum, all the veterans of the Sakata Regiment and all the Japanese who participated in the decisive battle with the Sharp Knife Regiment last year, a name suddenly emerged in their minds.

Sharp Knife Group! Zheng Kaixuan!

"Pfft!"

In the command post, the old Japanese soldier Sakata, who received the report, was immediately frightened and turned pale. His legs went soft and he fell face down on the ground.

"It's over, it's over! Whatever you fear will come true. Zheng, Zheng Kaixuan is here, and we are all finished..."

The old Japanese Sakata even began to stutter when he spoke.

Uratomo Jiro hurriedly helped Sakata up from the ground. He could clearly feel that the old Japanese Sakata was shaking all over.

After a lot of effort, Sakata finally sat back on the chair.

He picked up the phone on the table tremblingly.

"Order, order, the First Infantry Battalion, the Fifth Infantry Battalion, and others, immediately abandon the battle and immediately provide assistance to Cang Yunling. Quick! You must hurry..."

A pungent smell of urine filled the air, and Uratomo Jiro couldn't help but pinch his nose.

At this moment, his heart was already surging with turbulent waves.

He simply couldn't imagine how terrifying Zheng Kaixuan was. The soldiers of his sharp knife regiment had just appeared in Cangyun Ridge. Could they scare Sakata Nobutsu, who was praised as the flower of famous generals by the Japanese North China Front Army Commander-in-Chief, into peeing his pants?