The War of Resistance: My Expedition, My Country

"Bang, bang, bang!" Inside the second-line positions, the heavy machine guns in their hidden locations finally unleashed their furious fire, mowing down the foremost Japanese soldiers like harvested wheat, briefly slowing the Japanese advance. The soldiers of the first battalion quickly recovered from the chaos, and Li Yuanjun Mashan ordered the veteran assault team to launch a counterattack. Suddenly, grenades, hand grenades, and explosive packs rained down from the positions, accompanied by the relentless roar of explosions and the deafening cries of killing. After a brief exchange of fire, both sides entered a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

Old Wu, in his thirties, was from Jiaxing, Zhejiang. He retreated to the southwest with the National Army in 1937. At this moment, he and his comrade Old Zhu, one holding a bayonet and the other holding a shovel, stood back to back in the trench to fight against two Japanese soldiers who were attacking from both sides. One of the Japanese soldiers was using a knife, and the other was holding a Type rifle with a bayonet. The knifeman kept slashing forward with the knife, and the gunman also stabbed forward with the gun at the right time. Although Old Wu and his comrade were in danger, they handled it calmly, especially the Japanese soldier using the Type rifle. Due to the constraints of the narrow trench, he failed to recover in time during a sprint and was instead scratched on the arm by Old Wu's bayonet.

The Japanese soldier wielding the saber was clearly a squad leader. Seeing the odds stacked against him, he yelled and ordered the opposing soldier to charge and draw the Chinese soldiers, hoping to seize the opportunity to draw his pistol. Old Zhu, confronting him, found his opportunity and launched a furious shovel forward, forcing the Japanese squad leader into a panic. Old Zhu then knocked the saber off his shoulder, sending the shovel crashing down hard on his head.

The remaining Japanese soldier panicked, dropped his gun, pulled out a grenade, pulled the safety, and rushed madly towards Lao Wu. Although Lao Wu stabbed the Japanese soldier several times, he was entangled by the Japanese soldier and could not escape. Lao Wu knew that he could not escape, so he made up his mind and threw the Japanese soldier to the ground, pressed the grenade in the Japanese soldier's hand to the chest of the two, and shouted: "Lao Zhu, disperse quickly!" "Boom——" A low explosion sounded, and Lao Wu and the Japanese soldier died together. Lao Zhu held back his tears, wiped the blood splattered on his face, picked up the pistol dropped by the Japanese officer, and with a shovel in one hand and a gun in the other, ran along the trench to another place of killing!

Xiao Chen tightly gripped the two Japanese rifles tucked into his waistband and roared fiercely at the two Japanese soldiers. Behind him, a Chinese soldier wielded his broadsword and, with a single blow, decapitated one of the Japanese soldiers. The other, panicking, dropped his rifle and attempted to crawl out of the trench, but was caught up by the Chinese soldiers who slashed him with their broadswords. Xiao Chen smiled with satisfaction, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and fell quietly to the ground.

"Baga, baga!" Because the Japanese reinforcements didn't arrive in time, the 100-plus death squads were quickly surrounded by the First Battalion and the reinforcements from the regimental headquarters. Suzuki screamed wildly as he and a dozen Japanese soldiers made their final struggle! Li Yuanjun and other Chinese soldiers didn't show any martial ethics to these brutal enemies. "Bang, bang, bang—" dense bullets rained down on the chests of these bandits.

"Boom—boom—boom—" the Japanese artillery fire returned, countless soldiers unable to evade it, falling in pools of blood. The battle intensified, the Japanese attacking with increasing ferocity. The New 22nd Division lost several positions, embroiled in danger. Yang Hong, with the tanks of the th Brigade, also charged forward, engaging the Japanese armored forces.

Liu Shuren, the commander of the 200th Regiment of the 599th Division, came to the presence of Liao Yaoxiang, the division commander. The two had worked together before, one as the deputy commander of the 599th Regiment and the other as the commander of the 600th Regiment. Liu Shuren said to Liao Yaoxiang, "Old Liao, the situation is urgent. You must arrange for our 599th Regiment to go up as soon as possible!"

Liao Yaoxiang patted Lao Liu on the shoulder and smiled. "Lao Liu, don't worry. Trust me, the new 22nd Division. We can still hold on! You and the brothers of the 200th Division should rest more. We will rely on you to be the main force of the counterattack later!"

At this time, Guo Taiming, the director of the Fifth Army's Training Department, also walked in. He was also a member of the 200th Division and a battalion commander of the 600th Regiment. He saluted the division commander and said, "Old Regimental Commander, Guo Taiming is here to report!"

"Old Guo, it's you." Liao Yaoxiang said with a smile, "How is it? Is everything ready at the training office?"

"Reporting to Commander Liao, according to the order of Deputy Garrison Commander Yang Hong, I have reorganized the 5th Army's training department, the stragglers gathered along the way, and the 200th Division's direct troops. Now there are over 1000 people in total, forming a special regiment, ready to join the battle immediately!"

"Great! Deputy Commander Yang has a solution. This way we can avoid flooding the position with troops like adding fuel to the fire." Division Commander Liao smiled happily, and then the two said, "Come, look here."

Commander Liao pointed to a certain spot on the sand table and said, "Old Liu, I'd like you to lead the team. Combine the 599th Regiment and the newly trained Special Regiment to form an assault column and attack here tonight. The Japanese defenses here will definitely be empty. You must break through quickly, take advantage of the situation, and attack this area of ​​the Japanese army. I think that old fellow Mutaguchi Ren'ya must be here. I'm going to surprise him and kill this demon who is stained with the blood of Nanjing!"

Liao Yaoxiang said bitterly, "Old Sun and I have the same idea. The 18th Division, one of the executioners of Nanjing, must be annihilated in Burma!"

The ground battle was still going on fiercely, and in the air, the Japanese 14rd Air Corps was also fighting against the US and British Air Forces. Donald's Flying Tigers had now been officially incorporated into the US military, with the designation of the 23rd Fighter Group of the th Air Force.

The sky over Burma in May was overcast. Major John Smith, commanding a squadron of fourteen P-5 Warhawks, was providing cover for a British bomber group's bombing raids on Japanese artillery positions and along the Japanese front. Occasionally, they also made small dives to attack Japanese anti-aircraft defenses, putting considerable pressure on the enemy.

At this moment, Martin, the wingman on guard in the distance, sent an urgent telex: "Attention, at 7 o'clock, five Japanese Type fighters, eight Hayabusa fighters, and five Zero fighters have been spotted!" The sudden appearance of the enemy made the atmosphere on the entire battlefield suddenly tense.

Without hesitation, Major Smith ordered the squadron's fighters to quickly return to their positions, maintaining a tight battle formation and preparing to engage the oncoming Japanese force. Simultaneously, Major Smith calmly instructed his deputy to issue a warning to the bomber group, urging them to drop their bombs and return home as quickly as possible. He knew that only by ensuring the bombers' safe return to base could further losses be avoided.

The Japanese fighter planes swooped down like birds of prey, their speed so swift that they appeared before the First Squadron in the blink of an eye. Undeterred, Major Smith decisively ordered his crews to employ established tactics and engage the Japanese in a desperate fight. He and his wingman, Martin, coordinated seamlessly, forming a two-plane formation and, from the 11 o'clock position, sped toward the three Japanese Zeros.