Bright Sword: From Soldier to Brigade Commander

Da da da.

Bang bang bang!

Beep, beep!

Woo---------Boom!

A burst of intensive explosions woke Su Fei up. He opened his eyes, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he was already in the world of Bright Sword.

This is the beginning. Li Yunlong's New 1st Regiment covered the headquarters' breakout and stubbornly blocked the large-scale sweep of the Japanese devils' Sakata Nobutsu Regiment. The battle took place at Cangyunling.

Mountain ridges stretch across the landscape, river valleys crisscross, smoke and gunpowder illuminate the sun, and the scenery is magnificent!

The soldiers on the first line of defense of the Eighth Route Army relied on a low mountain ridge, using a few old rifles, a pitifully small number of bullets, mixed with swords, javelins, and even bows and arrows to confront each other.

A prestigious main force regiment of the regular army had only two light machine guns, which had to be abandoned in the trenches because they had run out of ammunition.

Just now, when the battle was at its most intense, precious bullets could be used. Now, in the brewing period of the enemy's attack, all the Eighth Route Army officers and soldiers were quietly lying in wait, observing, whispering about the enemy situation, discussing targeted tactics, and encouraging each other.

Several commanders kept moving back and forth, encouraging the soldiers.

Some soldiers smiled, expressing their strength and confidence.

Some people even cursed and swore at the Japanese while speaking.

The medical staff took good care of the wounded.

Without anesthesia, some of the wounded were only given simple bandages.

Several soldiers shed tears silently as they watched their comrades who had died on the battlefield.

Their coarse grey military uniforms were dirty, wrinkled and had many patches. At first glance, they looked like a group of beggars in the same uniform.

After repelling several rounds of attacks from the Japanese, the battlefield was littered with corpses oozing with fresh blood.

A wounded Japanese soldier was seriously injured by his own grenade and had lost his arms and legs. He was still shouting incoherently at the Eighth Route Army position.

Many wounded Japanese soldiers who were unable to retreat in time committed suicide by smashing their heads with stones because their weapons and ammunition were seized by the Eighth Route Army soldiers.

There were also wounded Japanese soldiers who were a little further away. They were crawling on the ground and kept shooting at the Eighth Route Army's position on the ridge. They were as difficult to deal with as dog-skin plasters.

The Eighth Route Army soldiers had no choice but to use stones to throw stones down, knocking several stubborn Japanese soldiers to the ground.

It is not easy to seize enemy weapons and ammunition.

Once the enemy retreated, there would be artillery support, bombing both friend and foe alike. The weapons and ammunition abandoned by the Japanese and their wounded soldiers would be deliberately destroyed, and they would not leave any for the Eighth Route Army.

On the Japanese position, some special shooters were hiding behind rocks and shooting at the Eighth Route Army position.

The 38 rifle, with an effective range of 460 meters and a specified range of more than 1,800 meters, has superior performance. The Japanese veterans, who have been particularly rigorously trained, pose a serious threat to the safety of the Eighth Route Army commanders and fighters at a distance of three or four hundred meters.

The devils not only want to kill the Eighth Route Army soldiers accurately, but also want to destroy our army's will...

The battlefield was devastated and corpses were everywhere!

The autumn wind blew through the wandering white clouds, the hills where persimmon trees were laden with yellow fruits, the thorn forests that looked like scabs, and the bushes of sour jujubes, stirring up the thick smoke that lingered and enveloped it like smog, but it could not cover up the disgusting stench of burnt human bodies.

This was the first time Su Fei had ever smelled such a smell in his life. It was much more terrifying than the smell heroically described by the Vietnam War veteran.

The Japanese army was unwilling to accept defeat and organized a new round of attacks in the shortest possible time.

The atmosphere is filled with murderous intent and dangers are lurking everywhere.

A group of black crows and blackbirds, coveting the delicious food but afraid of the noise and explosion, could only jump and curse angrily in the distant neem tree crowns with hoarse voices.

Deep in the position, there were traces of the devils everywhere, spreading like a swarm of locusts. Moreover, they were good at tactical coordination, fire cover, and tactical charges.

Mortars, mountain cannons, grenade launchers and other weapons continuously fired shells, accurately hitting the trenches behind the ridge where the soldiers of the New 1st Regiment were hiding.

Lacking ammunition and heavy weapons, the Eighth Route Army soldiers could only passively take the beating.

From time to time, soldiers were killed or injured in the explosions. There were instinctive screams, as well as suppressed bitter smiles cursing the Japanese.

There were also sounds of comrades rescuing and crying.

The sacrifice was tragic.

After several days of fierce fighting, the New 1st Regiment of thousands of soldiers is now reduced to only more than 700 people!

The ammunition was almost used up, and after not eating for two days, his physical strength was at its limit.

The new regiment is running out of fuel. If they persist any longer, they may be completely wiped out!

However, they stubbornly insisted on ensuring the absolute safety of the Eighth Route Army headquarters and completing the tasks assigned by the Party and their superiors.

Sacrifice for the survival of the country and nation, to save kind compatriots, and to oppose the evil and brutal imperialism.

Obligatory!

Supreme glory!

Su Fei got up, broke off a bunch of jujube branches to use as cover, and lay on the trench to observe the enemy.

The battlefield was cruel, with corpses everywhere, including those of the Eighth Route Army, the Japanese, and civilians massacred by the Japanese. There was a lot of blood, and the corpses were broken and their faces were hideous. Su Fei, who was on the battlefield for the first time, was very nervous.

Instinct reaction.

Trance, fear, excitement, hatred, sadness, all at once.

What makes him most gratified is that after serving in the army for many years, he can finally participate in real combat.

The loud military songs rang in my mind!

Hot-blooded, passionate, heroic, and determined!

Little Japanese, you bastards, your uncle is here, your nemesis is here!

If I don’t kill you until you kneel down and kowtow to me, and if I don’t commit suicide by cutting open my stomach to apologize for my 100 million deaths, then you are not surnamed Su!

Little Japanese, don't look at you showing your fangs and claws. If I fight you with modern equipment, even if it's just a combined brigade, even if I only use part of the weapons, light tanks, self-propelled artillery, such as 155 howitzer barrels, 35mm grenade launcher strafing, precision rifle sniping, drone remote-controlled bombing, a few robot dogs charging, it would be strange if I don't crush your balls!

"Hey!"

A powerful force dragged him back into the trench, and he fell to the ground, where the bottom of the trench, which was full of stones, hurt him so much.

He turned around in shock and anger. He saw a thin, smoke-stained Eighth Route Army soldier, a young veteran with a bit of baby fat. He was squatting opposite him, grabbing his collar and angrily scolding him: "Are you looking for death? New recruit? Don't you know the rules? Do you think the Japanese can't tell that you're holding a few broken branches? I'll shoot you in the second and you won't have time to regret it!"

Although Su Fei had great respect for the Eighth Route Army veteran and his dusty figure, he couldn't hold back after being scolded like that. He instinctively grabbed the man by the collar and said, "Who the hell are you? What do you know? Do you even realize I'm scouting the enemy?"

"You, you, you? Ouch, Goudan, you..." The old soldier didn't expect to be retorted and stuttered in anger.

The honest old soldier was very strong and pushed Su Fei directly against the wall of the trench.

He obviously knew himself.

Your name is Goudan?

This name is so bloody...

"Shh!" Another person came over and bent down in a standard manner to ensure that his head was far below the sheltering height of the trench.

He pulled their hands apart and scolded them with a smile, "What are you doing? Bullshit! It's already late! Zhuzi, why don't you hurry up and get your mortar? It's against discipline for veterans to bully new recruits. Watch out, I'll cut you! Goudan, don't be stupid, I'm trying to save you!"

Zhuzi smiled awkwardly, somewhat unwillingly: "Captain, he is a dog biting Lu Dongbin, he doesn't know what is good and what is bad."

The battalion commander frowned: "Comrade Zhuzi, what's the point of saying a dog bites Lu Dongbin? He is an Eighth Route Army soldier. You, we are all comrades! As an old soldier, an old comrade, how should you, Comrade Zhuzi, set an example of discipline and consciousness?"

"Ah? Captain, I was wrong, Comrade Goudan. I have a bad attitude. I'm sorry!"

After saying that, Zhuzi crouched down, holding a box of ammunition, timidly glanced back at the battalion commander, retracted his neck, and disappeared along the winding trench.

artillery?

Pillar?

Could it be that it was the sharpshooter who killed the Japanese regiment commander Sakata with one shot?

Shy, low-key, and indeed very similar!

Oh my god, I saw a big internet celebrity today!

"Don't be stunned, Comrade Goudan, I want to criticize you. Although Comrade Zhuzi's actions were rough, he has a good heart and he did save you. Besides, Comrade Zhuzi is the backbone of the artillery of our new regiment. He has heavy responsibilities and it is very glorious. We must protect them! Right? Oh, Goudan, is the wound on your head serious?" The battalion commander had a sallow complexion and a thin body without a bit of fat. He looked very old, like a malnourished middle-aged man, but his eyes were like lightning, and he was obviously a martial artist.

battalion commander?

Su Fei's mind was in a mess. He only knew that this was the world of Bright Sword, but he didn't know the specific characters.

"Zhang Dabiao?"

"Bah! I thought you were just confused by the Japanese shrapnel. It's good that you know me. No, it's good that you know Comrade Zhang. Goudan, I heard that you wet your pants when you went to the battlefield. You are a famous coward. You performed very well this time! Keep up the good work!"

The battalion commander grinned, pinched Su Fei's nose and shook it gently, full of the warm kindness of an elder.

Su Fei's nose felt inexplicably sore.

"Battalion Commander, you underestimate me! I'm a soldier of the People's Army who grew up watching 'Bright Sword'..."

Before Su Fei could finish his statement, he heard the sudden roar of the Japanese heavy machine guns, and in the distance, the roar of mountain artillery and infantry guns. Down the mountain, the Japanese soldiers began to roar angrily.

"Shh, the Japs are preparing their firepower and are about to launch another attack. They are so tough! When will we kill all these bastards?" The battalion commander patted Su Fei's arm, told him to take cover, pulled out the pistol from his waist and ran out.

Su Fei felt warm in his heart.

With such a lovely Battalion Commander Zhang Dabiao and the honest artilleryman Zhuzi, I feel so happy!

I have truly found my own big family.

Su Fei observed the battlefield situation excitedly.

I felt a burning sensation on the left side of my head wrapped in gauze. It must have been a bullet or shrapnel that hit me close to the head and knocked me unconscious. The shock wave and kinetic energy were quite large.

Little devils, I fuck you... It hurts, I'll tear your cang... Teacher...

The Japanese rushed up again, about a hundred of them.

The officers and soldiers of the New 1st Regiment of the Eighth Route Army did not fire a shot throughout the whole process. They hid carefully and waited patiently.

Disguised under straw hats, some looked serious, some took the opportunity to rest, and some mocked the enemy.

The Japanese infantry charged and fired at the same time, in groups of three. The entire skirmisher formation kept making skillful bullet-dodging moves and approached quickly.

The Japanese army's covering firepower was very powerful. Dozens of light and heavy machine guns fired various long bursts, blasting countless gravel and sparks on the rocks. The shells of Type 94 mountain guns, 70mm Type 92 mortars, 37mm rapid-fire anti-tank guns, and Taisho Type 10 grenade launchers quickly covered the Eighth Route Army's positions.

Shells continued to fall into the trenches of the Eighth Route Army, causing casualties.

There was a shell more than ten meters away from Su Fei, which blew away two Eighth Route Army soldiers.

When they fell down, they were already broken into pieces, and the sky was raining blood!

Su Fei's nose felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.

A living person, gone in the blink of an eye.

My heart aches.

There were many corpses on the battlefield, and the scenes were tragic, but he saw with his own eyes the sacrifice of Eighth Route Army soldiers.

How many Eighth Route Army soldiers died in vain due to lack of ammunition?