Sun Lei, his voice hoarse from crying, was sitting at the end of the village.
In the doghouse where chickens and dogs usually hear each other, now the place was filled with blood and guts.
There were lying corpses around him, and in the distance were the cruel shouts and shrill laughter of the Japanese army.
Revenge, revenge Sun Lei's eyes were bloodshot and bursts of blood.
He picked up a broken wooden pole and rushed towards the Japanese who was holding a knife and slashing at a bloody man struggling on the ground.
A carrying pole hit the Japanese soldier on the head.
With a snap, the Japanese soldier suffered a small piece of skull collapse under the powerful blow from Sun Lei, a young man as strong as a calf, and fell backwards screaming.
"Baga damn Chinese!"
Several other Japanese soldiers rushed up angrily, and one of them hit Sun Lei on the back with the butt of his rifle.
Sun Lei vomited out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
The bright bayonet in front of me is about to plunge down.
Chuchuchu There was a series of gunshots, and several Japanese soldiers who had looked fierce just now screamed and fell to the ground.
The sharp bayonet plunged down with inertia and penetrated into the ground next to Sun Lei's face.
Sun Lei looked around in shock and saw several soldiers wearing blue and gray uniforms running towards this side, chasing two other scattered Japanese soldiers.
Sun Lei's eyes were sore.
Fengtian's soldiers came, but they came too late.
"These damn Japanese, kill them all."
The leading platoon leader gritted his teeth and led the remaining people to continue the pursuit.
"The enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking, the Chinese Army is coming," the Japanese soldiers scattered in the village shouted.
Taking advantage of the advantage of being one step ahead, groups of three or two leaned against the low earthen houses in the village and exchanged fire with the soldiers of the 7th Brigade.
The soldiers who rushed forward lay down in the grass at the edge of the village and fought back hard. chug The crooked machine gun swept over and knocked down two 7th Brigade soldiers.
However, the exposed crooked tricks were quickly spotted by the Czech soldiers of the 7th Brigade.
The light machine guns on both sides spit out tongues of fire.
But soon, because the Waibaozi could not keep up with the Czech style, there was a ceasefire in the middle, losing the cover of machine gun fire, and the roaring Czech bullets hit several Japanese soldiers on the chests without any scruples.
Bang At the same time that the three Japanese soldiers fell, Mikujisa fired a bullet accurately into the eye socket of the machine gun.
The soldier armed with a Czech machine gun shrugged down and was stunned by the machine gun fire.
Bang, bang, two other soldiers were shot immediately.
The Second Division is one of the oldest divisions of the Japanese army.
Its soldiers have undergone extremely rigorous training.
In terms of individual soldier quality, although the 7th Brigade is also the elite of the Northeast Army, it is still inferior to the Second Division.
There is a gap.
At this time, the individual equipment of the 7th Brigade is slightly better than that of the Second Division.
Both Czech and heavy machine guns were equipped with more numbers than the Japanese army.
However, when the two sides collided, it was the 7th Brigade that was hit with severe head injuries.
As the number of soldiers deployed by the 7th Brigade increased, the Japanese army only had one or two squads of troops in Qianjin Village relying on the low-rise houses in the village for fortifications, which prevented a company of soldiers from the 7th Brigade from falling behind.
Luo Yongxiang, who commanded the battle, was ashamed of the outcome of the raid, but soon, Luo Yongxiang received an order to retreat slightly.
"What are these Chinese people planning?"
Just when Mikuji was surprised, a sharp whistle sounded.
"No, it's the artillery group."
Mikujisa, who was experienced in battle formations, changed his expression drastically.
During this moment of fighting, at least four 75mm mountain cannons were already aimed at this small village.
Lu Mingchen looked at Qianjin Village through the telescope, a cold look flashed across his face.
Suddenly he felt a movement on his shoulder.
When he looked back, it was Jiang Li.
Lu Mingchen was surprised.
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He didn't expect Jiang Li to come to such a frontline place.
"Regiment, regimental leader, why are you here if you don't stay at the headquarters?
It's too dangerous here."
Lu Mingchen said quickly.
"If you can come, there's nothing why I can't come.
Don't worry, the Kwantung Army's heavy artillery brigade is still on the way.
We only have an infantry regiment and a brigade headquarters in front of us.
If you fight well, there won't be any trouble."
Jiang Li waved his hands and said, the previous fights with the Japanese army were all independent garrison brigades, and some ronin, the 29th Regiment was solved by Wang Tiehan.
It was rare to observe the combat capabilities of the Japanese elite troops at close range, how could Jiang Li let it go?
Such a great opportunity.
"Tuan Zuo, look at it.
Killing the Japanese troops in this village is not like cooking."
Lu Mingchen licked his lips and said with some bloodthirsty.
"Four mountain cannons can plow down a village with cannonballs.
It's not surprising that they won."
Jiang Li said with a smile.
Lu Mingchen's face turned red.
Without these four 75mm mountain cannons, he would have to pay a high price if he wanted to take down these two Japanese squads.
But now that the young marshal has entered the customs, the equipment at the arsenal is available to the 7th Brigade, and the artillery shells are enough to fight a few big battles.
Lu Mingchen can't be polite.
"There are still enough artillery shells for the time being, but we need to learn how to coordinate infantry and artillery.
The Republic of China is poor and weak, no better than Japan, so these materials cannot be wasted."
Jiang Li warned, and the artillery bombardment had already begun.
The huge shells almost submerged the entire village in an instant, and the huge smoke caused the visibility to plummet.
Ordinary people's eyes dazzled when they looked at the fire.
It must have been even more uncomfortable for the Japanese soldiers at the center of the explosion.
The low-rise mud houses collapsed during the bombing.
"Blow up these idiots."
Some soldiers had been bombed in Beida Camp before.
Now when the shells were poured on the Japanese soldiers, they would of course feel a sense of revenge.
After dozens of shells were fired, Qianjin Village was transformed into a sea of flames.
A Japanese soldier with his body on fire rushed out of it screaming, and many more were directly submerged in the artillery fire.
The savings of the entire Fengtian Arsenal are nearly half a million rounds of various artillery shells.
You don’t have to feel bad if they spend them temporarily.
Even the Nanjing government cannot spend them so wantonly.
But for Fengtian City at this time, all kinds of There are too many supplies.
When entering Fengtian City, the one that was blocked The Japanese army's transit granary contains nearly 100,000 tons of rice and flour combined, and Fengtian's own grain reserves are several times that.
This does not include grain reserves at the county level.
Northeast China is a grain producing area, so naturally The disasters are smaller than those in Guan Nei, the land is fertile, and the food yield is high.
The total number of military jackets produced by the quilt factory and the military uniform factory is no less than 100,000 sets.
Other cement plants, textile plants and other equipment will also have to be packed and shipped away.
After going to northern Shaanxi, Jiang Li didn't want to live a tight life.
Quilts and cotton-padded jackets are easy to wear, just let them down.
But food and machinery are essential.
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It takes up a lot of transportation capacity.
As for these shells, bullets and other consumable items that could be reproduced, Jiang Li wouldn't feel bad if they were all used up except for the necessary troops, let alone used in combat against the Japanese army, so he wouldn't feel bad at all.
The two small groups of Japanese soldiers, without the protection of trenches, were no more than paper pulp under such intensity of shelling.
In the historical war of resistance, the militiamen also used their flesh and blood to resist the Japanese attack, but now it is temporarily reversed
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