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  No. 1 High Ground, Big Knife Team Array Ground.

  After the battle just now, although we repelled the enemy's attack and inflicted heavy casualties on them, our own losses were also extremely severe. On the entire No. 1 high ground, including General Zhao Dengyu himself, there were less than fifty people left, and almost everyone was injured.

  Fighting with cold weapons is originally a way to kill one thousand enemies at the cost of losing eight hundred, let alone when the big knife team members are at a disadvantage in terms of forces and engage in close combat with the devils, it's already a rare and precious achievement to be able to fight like this.

  At that time, the Japanese army invading China was far superior to the Chinese army in terms of equipment and personnel quality. The composition of its troops consisted of young, strong and well-trained active-duty soldiers. Most of the grassroots officers also had rich combat experience and received regular training and higher education.

  At this time, the Japanese army was not comparable to its peak state in three or four years, but its combat effectiveness was by no means inferior to that of a well-trained and equipped Chinese army.

  As for the 29th Army's Big Knife Team being able to fight hard against the devils, later generations have already studied this. The officers and soldiers of the 29th Army's Big Knife Team, apart from their excellent martial skills, had knife techniques that were passed down from the Northwestern Army, which happened to be able to counter the Japanese bayonet charges, this is absolutely not fabricated nonsense.

  In the past, after the Battle of Xifengkou, all the devils wore a self-made iron ring around their necks, which was to prevent being beheaded by the 29th Army.

  The devils are not afraid of the Central Army, but they are afraid of the 29th Army's Big Knife Squad, and this is not without reason.

  On one side of the position, Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita leaned against the bunker, in front of them were the late Erdogzi and another wounded soldier.

  With a cold expression, Zhang Xinghan sat in the trench, raised his head and gazed up at the night sky. The moonlight had already begun to gradually darken, it seemed that dawn was approaching.

  At this time, Zhao Hei Tower took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Zhang Xinghan. Zhang Xinghan looked at the cigarette without a filter tip and smiled, shaking his head: "I don't smoke!" Indeed, he never smoked when he was in the army before.

  "Take it!" Zhao Hei Tower put the cigarette directly into Zhang Xinghan's hand, and then took out another one, lit a cigarette while looking at Er Gouzi's body: "Er Gouzi, full name Chen Ergou, is the only son of our village's old Chen family. The old Chen family has been tenants for generations, farming for landlords. Er Gouzi often herded cattle for the landlord when he was young. His parents died one after another three years ago, leaving him alone. Later, Commander Feng recruited soldiers in Shaanxi, and Er Gouzi, I, and several young people from neighboring villages all joined the army. We fought battle after battle, and those who came out together died one by one."

  Later on, only I and Er Gouzi were left. Now, he is also... As he said this, Zhao Hei Ta's throat was a bit dry, he took two fierce puffs of his cigarette, and his expression became somewhat despondent.

  Zhang Xinghan patted his shoulder, took the cigarette from his hand, lit his own cigarette and took a small puff. He only felt that his throat was extremely dry and hot, as if there was a fierce fire burning inside. With great effort, he suppressed the urge to cough. Zhang Xinghan's face had already turned red and his neck thickened.

  After taking a few deep breaths of cold air, Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but secretly praise: This smoke is quite flavorful!

  Zhao Hei Ta took his cigarette back from Zhang Xing Han and continued to puff out thick smoke.

  "Monitor, why did you all join the army?" Zhang Xinghan suddenly asked. He really wanted to know clearly what these soldiers were thinking in their hearts during this era of war, and what their original intentions were for joining the army.

  "Why? In order to have a full meal! At home, there is no land to farm, and farming on someone else's land, if the harvest is good, it's fine, but if the harvest is bad, you can't even pay the rent, and by winter, you'll only be able to gnaw on tree bark and dig for wild vegetables. And now with warlords fighting and bandits roaming everywhere, at first joining the army wasn't a big deal, just to have enough food, earn two soldier's wages, so that I and my parents can eat! That's all!"

  "Later on, following the officer to fight in the south and north, I got used to it. The officer told me who to hit, and I would hit whoever he said! Now that Xiao Dongyang is here, the officer tells us to hit Xiao Dongyang, we soldiers can only obey orders." Zhao Heita said with a deep and far-off tone.

  Zhang Xinghan felt a sudden relief in his heart after hearing this, after all, in this era, human life is as cheap as ants, warlords are fighting each other, and the people are struggling to survive.

  The common people can't even get enough to eat, how can they have any faith in defending their homes and country?

  "Squad leader, actually, we enlisted and reported for duty, aside from being able to eat our fill, there's another mission!" Zhang Xinghan said calmly.

  "What is the mission?"

  "Protect our homes and defend our country!" Zhang Xinghan said solemnly, "As soldiers, protecting our homes and defending our country is our sacred duty, it's our mission! Squad leader, do you know that if the Japanese on the other side of the Great Wall were to cross over into our territory, it would be a disaster for the entire Chinese nation? The Japanese want to exterminate us and destroy our country! If they achieve this goal, then from that day forward, our descendants will become slaves to the Japanese, we'll all be slaves of a conquered nation!"

  "Damn it! You little brat are dreaming!" Zhao Hei Ta listened and couldn't help but burst into a rage.

  "So, class monitor, this time we must fight well! Behind us is the city of Beiping, and further behind that are the 400 million compatriots of China. We are soldiers, we must take on the responsibility of defending our homes and country. We will engage in a bloody battle with the invaders to the end, absolutely cannot become slaves to a lost nation!" Zhang Xinghan said calmly.

  "Good words!" A deep voice sounded. Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita looked up to see General Zhao Dengyu, accompanied by Company Commander Hou Wanshan, standing in front of them without knowing when he arrived.

  The two quickly stood up and saluted with a loud "Report!"

  "Hmm!" General Zhao Dengyu nodded in satisfaction, gazing at Zhang Xinghan and asked: "Young man, your skills are not bad. What's your name? You seem to have read books and understand the great righteousness of the nation!"

  "Returning to my hometown, I am Zhang Xinghan! In the past, I spent a few years in a private school at my old home!" Zhang Xinghan replied straightly. Of course, he didn't dare say that he had crossed over from another world. If he said it out loud, people would probably think he was crazy.

  "Zhang Xinghan, Xinghan! Good, good name!" General Zhao Dengyu smiled and nodded in approval.

  Immediately, General Zhao Dengyu turned around and loudly said to all the members of the Big Knife Troop: "Brothers! What Xing Han said is good! We are soldiers! The duty of a soldier is to defend his home and country! Now, the Japanese bandits' desire to invade China is growing stronger every day. On September 18th, we lost a vast Northeast, causing 30 million compatriots to become slaves of a lost nation.

  Now, the Japanese bandits want to attack North China and then invade all of China, attempting to destroy our country. If their plot succeeds, it will be just as Zhang Xinghan said: our loved ones, parents, wives, children, fellow villagers, elderly, and even future generations will all become slaves of a lost nation, forever subjected to the humiliation of Little Japan. Are you willing?

  "Refuse! Fight to the death! Swear to die rather than be a slave of a lost country!"

  "Right! Fight to the end! Swear to die rather than be a slave of a lost country!"

  "Fight with them! Swear to die rather than be a slave of a lost country!"

  All the officers and soldiers were indignantly shouting loudly.

  "Good!" General Zhao Dengyu continued in a stern and deep voice: "Each of you must hold your position firmly, without orders, even if it means fighting to the last soldier, you are not allowed to retreat!"

  "Yes! Present!" dozens of officers and soldiers responded in unison.

  ………….

  General Zhao Dengyu's words had just fallen, when in the distant night sky, a sharp and piercing cannonball sound "Boom! Boom!" A burst of dazzling fireballs rose into the air, dragging long tails of flames that tore through the night sky towards No. 1 High Ground.

  "Take cover!" General Zhao Dengyu hastily shouted loudly to remind them.

  Fortunately, the officers and soldiers were all on the edge of the trenches. As soon as they heard the sound of artillery fire and General Zhao Dengyu's roar, they quickly turned over and jumped into the trenches.

  Just then a shell whizzing through the air, carrying a scorching fireball, came crashing down towards General Zhao Dengyu.

  Hou Wanshan beside him shouted "Be careful!" and with one swift motion pushed General Zhao Dengyu into the trench.

  Just as the two men had just lain down in the trenches, a shell landed and exploded at the spot where General Zhao Dengyu was standing. The massive shockwave sent mud flying everywhere, and the powerful shell blasted a crater several meters in diameter into the hard earth.

  After the smoke cleared, Hou Wanshan shook his head and patted the mud off his body. He looked at General Zhao Dengyu beside him and hastily shouted loudly: "Zuo Zu, are you alright! Zuo Zu!"

  "I'm fine!" General Zhao Dengyu sat up and shook his head, waving his hand.

  At this time, the enemy's artillery fire was still continuing, and shells were pouring down on No. 1 High Ground like a torrential rain that cost nothing.

  Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita were lying prone in the trench, feeling the rumble of explosions and the tremors transmitted through the ground. Zhao Heita spat out a mouthful of mud-stained saliva and suddenly burst into curses: "This damn little Easterner, cannonballs are free, what's the point of this deadly bombardment!"

  "The devils are probably desperate! They want to wipe us out in one fell swoop! Recapture the heights, these two heights are important for us, but aren't they also important for the Japanese? So, as long as we hold our ground here, we'll be holding Jifengkou!" Zhang Xinghan said.

  The devils' bombardment this time lasted for nearly half an hour, showing their great determination. The entire high ground was almost plowed several times, and the trenches originally built by the devils on the high ground were almost flattened.

  The enemy's bombardment this time caused unusually severe casualties to the Big Knife Squad, with dozens of wounded soldiers. After the enemy's bombardment ended, fewer than ten men were able to stand up.

  Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita helped each other up to their feet, and saw that not far away, Hou Wanshan and Zhao Dengyu also got up.

  Before they could speak, several flares rose from the direction of the Japanese army's position, instantly illuminating the dark night as if it were daytime.

  The well-prepared ghost troops took advantage of the situation and rushed forward in unison, shouting as they charged towards the heights.

  General Zhao Dengyu pulled out his own war knife from the mud and said to Hou Wanshan: "Assemble the troops! Prepare for battle!"

  "Yes!" Hou Wanshan responded loudly, immediately turning around and shouting sternly: "Everyone is present! Prepare for battle!!!"

  Zhang Xinghan and Zhao Heita both picked up their big knives, but looking around, only four or five people responded to the call, forcing themselves to stand up.

  The covering fire of the devils' assault troops, heavy machine guns and grenade launchers had begun to roar, dense bullets flew over Zhang Xinghan's head with a whizzing sound.

  Powerful grenades were constantly falling and exploding not far from them, but all of this, including Zhang Xinghan, seemed to be ignored by the entire bayonet team, their eyes fixed on the devils rushing up from the underground tunnel.

  Zhang Xinghan was not afraid at all, thinking that as a soldier of the later generation, he could die on the battlefield with the anti-Japanese martyrs, which was also a worthy death.

  General Zhao Dengyu's face was stern and solemn, the rest of the officers and soldiers gripped their large knives tightly, their expressions cold and stern, waiting for this final battle!

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