Chapter 63: Bathed in Blood!

  Under Zhang Xinghan's command, the whole company except for eight seriously wounded soldiers stood up and took their guns, pointing them out of the bunker at the somewhat blurry enemy in front.

  Even those seriously wounded soldiers who could not stand up, everyone gritted their teeth and stared angrily at the Japanese army slowly approaching outside the trenches.

  This group of devils was roughly half a squad, with fewer than forty people in total. They seemed to have not yet discovered Zhang Xinghan and his company of soldiers. About ten or more devils were walking ahead, holding rifles and vigilantly observing their surroundings from time to time.

  Among more than a dozen devils, one devil's rifle was hung with a banner like a medicinal plaster flag, and the man was obviously a sergeant.

  Under the leadership of the leading sergeant, more than a dozen devils cautiously approached the first company's position, while the remaining twenty or so devils also moved forward under the command of a junior lieutenant.

  As the battlefield had been swept over, the bodies of the fallen officers and soldiers were placed behind a piece of ruins not far from the first line of defense, as well as the bodies of the devils.

  Plus it was dark, so this group of devils didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

  "What about Xing Han? What are we going to do? Are we going to beat up this group of bastards?" Sun Si asked anxiously.

  Zhang Xinghan looked at the devils in front of him and suddenly had an idea. He gave a low command: "Everyone pay attention, no one is allowed to fire without my order."

  After ordering all the officers and soldiers, Zhang Xinghan stuck out his head and shouted loudly in Japanese: "You on the opposite side, which part are you from?"

  Those Japanese soldiers were startled by the sudden voice, and they all raised their guns and aimed at Zhang Xinghan's side. However, after hearing that Zhang Xinghan was speaking in Japanese, they relaxed their vigilance.

  The leading sergeant politely asked, "We are the 3rd Battalion, 5th Regiment, 68th Infantry Brigade, 1st Company, 3rd Platoon, Kamei Squad. Which unit are you from?"

  "We are the Central Military Academy of the National Revolutionary Army!" Zhang Xinghan said, pulling the trigger. "Bang" a gunshot rang out, and the bullet accurately hit the speaking Japanese sergeant. The scorching bullet passed through his skull, bringing out a mixture of red and white matter, and the entire skull was blown apart, with a terrifying death pose.

  The sound of gunfire was the order, and all the soldiers in the company immediately opened fire. Various weapons fired simultaneously, and a dense hail of bullets flew towards more than thirty devils.

  "Banzai! Chinese!" The little devil company commander, having suffered a fierce blow, shouted in desperation and drew his command sword to order his troops to open fire.

  Due to the close distance, coupled with a continuous occupation of absolute firepower and troop advantages, under the strong crossfire attack composed of two heavy machine guns and three light machine guns, more than 30 devils were quickly wiped out. (Part of the light and heavy machine guns were captured.)

  When the last devil soldier fell, all the officers and soldiers of the whole regiment finally vented their anger. This battle was fought too happily, in less than five minutes, more than 30 devils were knocked down.

  Sun Siwei looked at the corpses all over the ground and burst out laughing foolishly.

  Zhang Xinghan slapped a palm on his helmet and scolded, "What are you smiling at? Take a row to charge up, regardless of the living or the dead, all give me a knife, capture their weapons and ammunition, as well as military uniforms, bring them all back."

  "Take the rifle and ammunition, what's the use of taking that yellow skin?" Sun Siwei asked in confusion.

  "Cut out all that nonsense! I have a use for him. The enemy reinforcements will be here any moment, hurry up!" Zhang Xinghan's heart was racing with anxiety as he bellowed the order.

  "Yes!" Sun Siwei immediately stood up straight, and with a wave of his hand said: "First row, follow me." As soon as he finished speaking, he led more than 20 soldiers out of the trenches.

  After a moment, the sound of panting echoed in front of the array. Sun Siwei led the soldiers to give the Japanese corpses a finishing blow. Zhang Xinghan suddenly shouted: "De Sheng, Zhao De Sheng!"

  "Yes!" Zhao De Sheng hastily ran over from the machine gun position, stood up straight and saluted: "Company Commander, what's the matter?"

  "Take the second row up, tell Old Sun and his men to take away the devils' military uniforms, weapons and ammunition, and then move these devils' corpses to the back of that ruined building over there." Zhang Xinghan pointed to a ruin about two or three hundred meters to their right. It was originally a factory building, but after being hit by shells, the roof collapsed, and part of the wall still stood upright, just enough to block the devils' line of sight.

  "Yes!" Zhao De Sheng responded with a smile and immediately led the second row out of the trenches.

  ………..

  After a while, the warriors of the first and second rows returned one after another. The warriors of the first row all came back with full loads, each carrying the enemy's 38-style rifles, bullet boxes, and military uniforms.

  Zhou Wei, who was in charge of commanding the grenade launchers and mortars, also walked over, looking at a row of collected Japanese military uniforms, and asked inexplicably: "Comrade Zhang, why did you have the brothers collect these Japanese military uniforms?"

  "Old Zhou, you just watch, this military uniform has its own use!" Zhang Xinghan ordered: "Brothers of the first row, immediately put on the devils' military uniforms, wear their helmets, when the devils come later, the first row will be on guard, and the rest of you will all lie down in the trenches, not allowed to show your heads, got it?"

  "Yes!" The officers and soldiers of Quan Lian responded in unison.

  A robust and sturdy soldier held a relatively small Japanese military uniform, embarrassed to say: "Company Commander, why do we have to wear the enemy's uniform? Besides, this uniform is too small, I can't even put it on!"

  "That fellow with the large-sized military uniform, exchange it with this brother!" Zhang Xinghan said with a smile.

  "Zhang Xinghan! I don't know what you want to do, but we are Chinese soldiers, why wear the devil's military uniform? And even if we wear their uniforms, can they not shoot us?" Zhou Wei said discontentedly.

  "Of course, I know we are Chinese soldiers. Who says that if we put on the devils' military uniforms, we are not Chinese soldiers? Can't we fight against the devils? As the saying goes, 'the way of war is a cunning way!' We can't be too proud to use tricks. Now we are surrounded and in a critical situation. If we don't think of something, how can we hold on until the reinforcements arrive?" Zhang Xinghan was also getting annoyed.

  After all the officers and soldiers in a row put on Japanese military uniforms, the rest of the soldiers sat down in the trenches and did not show their heads.

  A row of warriors dispersed, took over the position, and waited for the arrival of the devils with a cold expression.

  As it was already late, the Japanese army may have stopped its attack. At least in Gongda Fabric Factory, no gunfire could be heard anymore.

  After deploying several sentries, Zhang Xinghan ordered the entire company to rest in place and sleep in their clothes. The officers and soldiers had been fighting fiercely against the enemy all day, and their physical strength had decreased greatly, so they needed to rest and recover.

  Fortunately, the Japanese army in this era was not good at night battles, to be precise, they did not like night battles. Because during the day, they could use aircraft and artillery and other advanced equipment to provide accurate support for their offensive, on the contrary, at night, these firepower advantages would all lose effect.

  So, unless it was a major battle, Japanese troops generally did not launch attacks at night.

  Nothing happened overnight, and the next morning, just after a few sentries who had just changed shifts fell asleep, one of the newly posted sentries suddenly shouted loudly: "Company commander, company commander, devils, there are devils."

  The sentry's shout startled all the officers and men in the whole company, who stood up reflexively.

  Still Zhang Xinghan reacted quickly and immediately shouted in a low voice: "One row prepares for battle, the rest of the people all crouch in the trenches, without orders do not expose their heads!"

  After Zhang Xinghan finished deploying, he stood up. At this time, he was also wearing a Japanese army uniform of second lieutenant. As soon as Zhang Xinghan stood up, he was shocked, because the Japanese army that came this time was a large piece of black pressure, and it looked like at least not less than a battalion.

  Nearly two hundred devils stood in the empty space of the factory area, looking a bit crowded. One of the devil platoon leaders might have used binoculars to observe the situation on this side and discovered them.

  He immediately ordered a flagman to signal and ask which part of the line it was.

  For the semaphore of the devils, Zhang Xinghan naturally understood it. In this era, as long as one had attended a regular military academy, they generally knew how to use semaphore.

  However, the officers and soldiers did not have a special flag, nor did the small team of devils that was eliminated yesterday evening. Zhang Xinghan had no way out and could only order all the warriors to prepare for battle at any time.

  Throughout the entire trench, the sound of guns being cocked was incessant. The officers and soldiers in the second and third rows of the trench also cocked their guns, preparing for battle. The entire position was suddenly filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

  The enemy company commander, seeing no response from the opposite side, immediately ordered his men to prepare for battle and dispatched a small team to approach the position of the 1st Company.

  More than sixty devils, led by a second lieutenant, slowly approached the company's position. As the devils drew closer, Zhang Xinghan stood up with his sword at his side.

  Just as he stood up, those devils hastily raised their guns and aimed at him with vigilant expressions.

  "Don't shoot! It's one of us!" Zhang Xinghan shouted loudly in Japanese.

  "One of us? Which part are you from?" The young lieutenant, hearing Zhang Xinghan's Japanese, wearing his own military uniform, couldn't help but relax his vigilance, put his sword back in his waist and asked.

  "I'm from the 3rd Battalion, 5th Regiment, 68th Infantry Brigade, 1st Company, 3rd Platoon!" Zhang Xinghan said, and immediately asked: "And you guys, which part are you from?"

  "We are the 18th Infantry Regiment, 29th Brigade, 3rd Division! What's your unit?" The Japanese lieutenant replied in a friendly tone.

  At this time, the platoon leader of the devils brought two other squads closer, and the devil lieutenant hastily reported to the platoon leader: "Sir, they are the 68th Infantry Regiment of the 5th Infantry Brigade."

  "Sixty-eighth Infantry Regiment? Ask them for the password. Yesterday, a small squad of Imperial Army soldiers from the Sixty-eighth Infantry Regiment mysteriously disappeared. We must be cautious!" The Japanese lieutenant colonel was clearly more prudent.

  "Ah hai!" The young lieutenant immediately bowed his head and responded loudly, then turned around and asked in a loud voice: "What's your password?"

  "What's the password?" Zhang Xinghan furrowed his brow upon hearing this, yesterday he was so focused on asking for the enemy troop numbers that he forgot about the password.

  Seeing Zhang Xinghan didn't answer, the little devil captain immediately became alert and asked again in a cold tone: "Slogan!?"

  "Little Japan! F**k your mother!" Zhang Xinghan cursed loudly in Chinese and immediately jumped into the trench.

  The little devil team leader did not react for a while, still bowing his head to ponder the meaning of Zhang Xinghan's words, and why he didn't understand a single sentence.

  But the platoon leader of those devils was a Chinese expert, who understood Chinese very well. He heard Zhang Xinghan's insults and immediately became furious, kicking the still "deep in thought" squad leader to the ground. He drew his command knife and shouted wildly: "Eight company road! They are Shina people, damn Shina people! Fire! Kill them! Wipe out these despicable Shina people."

  But as soon as he finished speaking, a 7.92mm bullet whizzed towards his face.

  Zhang Xinghan shot and hit the enemy company commander, immediately ordering the whole battalion to open fire.