Looking at the blood flowing out of his guards, Song Yuhang was stunned for a moment. Everything was so real. The sound of gunfire on the side seemed to suddenly disappear. Life was so fragile!

"Sir! Sir!"

Song Yuhang's first sentence after being woken up by a fierce boy was: "Little Japanese devil! I'll fuck you eight generations of ancestors!"

At this time! The sound of rumbling cannons and machine guns fired from behind the Japanese army. The encircled tanks were already in place. The remaining hundreds of Japanese soldiers were quickly compressed and surrounded in a dry pond of less than 200 square meters.

More than a dozen Chinese soldiers rushing up were hit by the stubborn Japanese army, and the charging team suddenly became in chaos!

"Grenade ready!"

Song Yuhang roared and pulled out a grenade from behind a gendarmerie shooting beside him, pulled down the fire ring and waved his arm and threw it into the pond first. Under Song Yuhang's leadership, Chinese soldiers threw the grenades into the pond like hail.

At first, the Japanese army picked up grenades and threw them back, but with the grenades that were rushing to the sky, the desperate howls of Japanese soldiers sounded in the pond, accompanied by the screams of hoarseness, and the sound of muffled explosions. The broken clothes, limbs and soil flew into the sky together, and then fell one after another, smashing the French flat-top steel helmets on the heads of Chinese soldiers.

Before the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated, Song Yuhang led the soldiers into the pond. The blood had dyed the soil in the pond red. The edge of the crater left by the explosion made the dry bottom wet again. Every step the Chinese soldiers took would bring a piece of blood mud. Among the Japanese corpses, some Japanese wounded men were moaning in pain.

Turning back and looking at the soldiers on the charge, the medical soldiers with white red cross armbands traveling back and forth in the smoke of gunpowder, Song Yuhang realized what could he do even if he knew the result of history? Equal forces, preset ambush, fire throwing volleys of more than several times the enemy's firepower, and the soldiers participating in the war sacrificed their lives to fight to the enemy! After looking at the hundreds of corpses of our army on the ground, he suddenly realized that he could do too little. The previous idea of ​​changing history with his own strength or a few advanced weapons was too unrealistic.

All of this is a real war! It is not those film and television works or novels, a few advanced weapons, a few buzz of passionate words, soldiers' lives, or even a burst of artillery fire can control the situation of the war. The enemy is defeated like a mountain! It seems that the people of their time are really far from war. They do not understand the essence of war and the cruelty of war.

The real war brings humanity only the devastation and endless nightmare!

Song Yuhang watched the Japanese soldiers who died on the ground. He knew that these Japanese soldiers had been influenced by Bushido and the idea of ​​loyalty to the emperor since elementary school. Among them, the military officers, Chief Cao and the officers were all professional soldiers.

Even ordinary soldiers have undergone rigorous and systematic training for three to five years. They are professional soldiers and ruthless war machines. Killing and plundering are their only purpose. To defeat such opponents, they must first destroy their beliefs and their will! To completely eliminate them physically! The only thing to do is to be more ruthless and colder than them!

At this time, Huang Xianxian, who had bandaged the wound, interrupted Song Yuhang's thoughts. He said to Song Yuhang with an excited look on his face: "Thanks to you, brother today! Otherwise, your brother would be sad today! He actually wiped out a brigade of the Japanese army. The contribution of this battle with the ancient times is not counted!"

To completely annihilate a large-scale motorcycle search team of the Japanese army! Huang Xianxian dared not take such a great contribution alone, at least he had to be brought to the commanders of the regiment and division headquarters. This is also a practice in the national army, and it is also for someone to take on him when he is defeated in the future. But today is different. With Song Yuhang, the old man here, who dares to share the contribution?

Song Yuhang did not look at Huang Xianxian, but walked towards a soldier on a stretcher. The pale-faced soldier had a very thick bandage tie wrapped around his neck, but blood still oozed out. Song Yuhang touched the artery on the side of the soldier's neck, sighed lightly, pulled the blanket on the soldier's chest to his face, and gave a standard military salute.

Song Yuhang's behavior made the nearby soldiers stunned.....................

After the stretcher left, Song Yuhang put down his arm without expression and said to Huang Xianxian: "The Japanese army only has 500 people, and there is no brigade of force. At best, half a brigade is counted as a brigade."

Huang Xianxian was stunned for a moment, thinking about what happened to this young master today? Not only did he charge forward, but he also had to investigate the results of the battle?

In fact, Song Yuhang also knew that during the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, the results announced by China and Japan to the outside world were almost a joke. Every time they fought, the results of grassroots combat units were added a little, the losses were reduced a little, the results of reporting to the battalion were added a little, and the losses were smaller, the regiment, division, army, war zone, and so on. When the command of the Military Commission issued it, I didn’t know how many things were turned over, so it led to the number of Chinese troops annihilated by the Japanese army in eight years that exceeded the Japanese population. This was even more so, the Japanese army, which regarded itself as a Bushido spirit, annihilated more than half of the total population of China!

The most ridiculous thing is that a Japanese army that surrendered that afternoon in 1945 also sent a report to the division in the morning that it annihilated thousands of Chinese troops, and the Imperial Army suffered minimal losses.

The results of the battle were no longer what Song Yuhang was concerned about. Although his appearance affected some historical branches, today's battle result made Song Yuhang unhappy. The tenacity of the Japanese army was beyond his expectations.

"Will Tong Gu really lose as in history?" Song Yuhang felt a deep sense of uneasiness.

Huang Xianxian told Song Yuhang about the more than 30 Japanese wounded prisoners. Although Japanese prisoners are no longer a rare thing for the Chinese army, according to Huang Xianxian's plan, he and Song Yuhang were half of them, and one of them was given to Song Yuhang. After all, the battle was won by someone else's help.

When Song Yuhang heard that there were Japanese prisoners, he looked unbelievable. He then arranged for the guard squad leader behind him to say, "You ask Adjutant Xu to bring a company that has not participated in the battle today, pick some new recruits, and tell the soldiers that the Japanese wounded and prisoners will keep them to practice assassination!"

"What?"

Huang Xianxian was stunned at the time. Song Yuhang's arrangement was actually something he wanted to do but did not dare to do. Although it was common for the Chinese and Japanese armies to deal with the prisoners privately, it would be a big trouble if he went up to the top to investigate, especially Song Yuhang's identity as a military policeman made him even more considerate.

Looking at Song Yuhang's leaving figure, Huang Xianxian's comment on this young master of the Song family who was very consistent with his temper was only four words: "Bad-hearted and stingy"!

After returning to the military police headquarters, Song Yuhang hid in the war room alone with the casualties sent by Xu Tuan. What he needed at this moment was calm, because just tomorrow, on March 20, 1942, the Japanese 55th Division would officially launch an attack on Tonggu.

After learning the reported results, Dai Anxi deliberately asked about the detailed battle process and Song Yuhang's performance, and then slapped the table hard and said, "Even a playboy like Song Yuhang can realize it and fight against the enemy in a close battle. It seems that the Chinese people are really awakened! They have already made a move for us, annihilated an elite motorized search brigade of the Japanese army. Our 200th Division must not fall behind, and we must show the majesty of our Chinese soldiers!"

The officers of the 200th Division were ready to go. Everyone knew what combat effectiveness of the military corps was. As China's only mechanized unit, the 200th Division is naturally the elite among the elite. The Chinese army has first crossed the border since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895. This battle is an opportunity to establish its authority outside the country and become famous internationally! As a soldier, who doesn't want to leave a glory in history?

In contrast, 30 kilometers away from Tonggucheng, the command post of the Japanese 55th Division in a small town called Mara was in a sad state. Lieutenant General Takeuchi sat quietly on a chair with a samurai sword, and a row of assistants in front of him lowered their heads waiting to be scolded.

Takeuchi Hiro touched his beard. His beloved general Ishibe Ishibe's search team was attacked by an unknown armed force. So far, only the survivor of the search team has not been found. Ishibe Ishibe Ishibe's accident this time.

What made Takeuchi Hiroshi even more worried was that their opponent was probably no longer British, but Chinese. All this reminded him of the information from a few days ago. If he paid more attention to it, Ichiro Isobe would not have suffered this fate.

"Chinese Army! Haga!" Takeuchi Hiroshi slapped the samurai sword fiercely. He couldn't understand why an army that lost three-fifths of his country ran to Myanmar to do?

Looking at the setting sun, Takeuchi Hiroshi ordered: "Tonight at 23:00, the 112th Regiment and the 143rd Regiment launched a test attack on their own, to find out the enemy's main defensive positions and firepower, and launch an attack at 5:00 a.m. to cooperate with the cavalry corps."

Then Takeuchi Hiroshi began to enjoy the newly prepared eel rice. During his meal, the brief order had formed a "tactical guidelines" and sent it to the corps under the careful planning of the staff.

At 23:00 on the evening of the 19th, the Japanese 112th Regiment could not bear it, and the captain of the corps of the 112th Regiment of the Chinese defenders on the front line of Okwen were commanded to start a fierce attack.

The gunshots and cannons, like beans, reached their peak in the early morning. The shells falling from time to time in the city immediately made the gendarmerie nervous. One-half of the personnel's guarding had become all guarding, but what everyone wondered was that Song Yuhang was missing?

After Xu Tuan learned that Song Yuhang was still sleeping at the guards, he suddenly fell into petrochemicals. The Japanese army attacked the Okwen position fiercely, and the 200th Division issued a document asking the gendarmerie to send someone to inspect. Can he still sleep at this critical moment?

The helpless Xu Tuan knocked on the door for a long time without any response, so he had to let Mengzi knock the door open! Mengzi glared at Xu Tuan with his big eyes for a while and said, "Why don't you bump into it yourself?"

"Can I be able to hit me?" Xu Tuan was so angry that he was anxious and yelled, and finally ordered Mengzi to hit the door. The guard door, which was also worried about the safety of the Chief of Staff, began to hit the door! Surprisingly, it was hit more than a dozen times, and the wood was cracked, but the door was not opened. It must have been blocked by something!
Chapter completed!