Chapter 7 Counterattack

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  "You continue to command the third platoon, I'll personally command the second platoon!"

  Sanlian Chang finished speaking and ignored the stunned Pai Zhang on the spot, turning around and walking away.

  At this time, Lin Feng had climbed up the northern dike of the Luo River and slightly poked out his head to observe. The Japanese army did not notice this audacious guy.

  Here is the translation:

  This place was much closer to the Japanese army's grenade launcher position, and Lin Feng couldn't believe he still couldn't hit it.

  He shifted his body upwards a bit, found a more comfortable position, raised his gun, took aim and fired in one smooth motion...

  With a loud "bang", a Japanese soldier who had just fired a grenade launcher fell backwards.

  The Japanese army's grenade launchers were in disarray, with someone pointing towards Lin Feng, a military officer-like figure with a command knife in his hand pointed over, shouting something...

  Exposed, Lin Feng couldn't bear to fire again, and didn't even have time to eject the shell from the barrel. Taking advantage of the Japanese army's brief pause while adjusting their grenade launchers, he turned over and rolled into the river, running along the riverbank...

  Before long, a "hissing" sound came from behind, followed by the sound of a large explosion, one after another, wave after wave...

  Lin Feng inadvertently attracted the Japanese army's grenade launcher, which made the company commander see an opportunity and immediately shouted: "Bugler, sound the bugle, countercharge!"

  The sound of "drip drip" echoed, and the defenders roared out of Luhe Bridge in a swarm...

  "Kill—"

  In an instant, they were strangled together with the Japanese army...

  The two armies clashed together, the Japanese army's grenade launchers and machine guns lost their value, and they could only stop shouting and hide in the rear to watch the excitement.

  The defenders had had enough of the Japanese army's grenade launchers, and they had been holding back their strength for a long time. Now that they were entangled with the Japanese army, they were furious, with eyes wide open, fighting bravely...

  The Japanese army did not expect the defending troops to suddenly launch a counterattack, and before they could react, the defenders had already broken into their ranks. The soldiers hastily followed the "Infantry Drill Manual" to remove the bullets from their rifles in a flurry of activity, but several of them were knocked down one after another.

  Since the outbreak of war, the Japanese army has never seen such a ferocious Chinese army. The Chinese troops they had encountered before would collapse at the slightest touch, but now they were suddenly beaten and their morale was instantly frustrated...

  Close combat with swords is more brutal and cruel than fighting with guns; it's a face-to-face slaughter.

  You can see the blood splashing out when your bayonet pierces the enemy's body, and the desperate look in their eyes before they die. You can also see your own blood gushing out wildly when the enemy's bayonet pierces your body, the intense pain making you suffocate, your strength instantly drained, even if you try to muster up the energy to stab out one last blow and die together with the enemy, but you can't lift the weapon in your hand anymore, only staring with a look of despair as the enemy's bayonet is pulled out of your body, bringing out a huge amount of blood, then your whole body turns cold, your head feels like it's been put into an ice cellar, and your consciousness fades away, your corpse crashing to the ground...

  The cruelty of the battlefield is not something that can be understood by those who have not experienced it, and even for those who have, there is no time to reflect on or appreciate these things. The only thing one can do is: repeatedly raise the weapon in hand, either to block or thrust, either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy, apart from this, there will be no other thoughts.

  The battle of the white blade has been going on for over ten minutes, with countless casualties on both sides, but the fierce fighting continues, and it seems that this fight will only stop when one side is completely annihilated...

  Just now, a gun butt smashed open the skull of a Japanese soldier by the company commander. Looking at the plummeting morale of the Japanese soldiers, he was overjoyed in his heart. An entire platoon of Japanese soldiers! As long as they can be eliminated, it's worth sacrificing these two reinforced companies!

  "Be careful, Lieutenant!"

  A guard's urgent cry came from beside him, and the company commander hastily turned around with a misstep. A bayonet with bloodstains and cold light flashed by his side...

  A loud "bang" rang out as the Japanese soldier who had launched a sneak attack was shot dead by the guard...

  Behind the Japanese army, Captain Yamada stared blankly at the scene in front of him, unable to believe that this was real.

  When did the Chinese army become so capable?

  Yamada, the battalion commander, was about thirty years old, of medium stature, with a well-groomed mustache and bright eyes, giving an impression of strong willpower. He was a young officer from Japan who advocated for aggressive expansionism and had a reputation in the Kwantung Army.

  One of our own mechanized troops is almost wiped out, except for the machine gun squad and the grenade launcher team, how is this possible?

  When I went to the battlefield, I made a vow to the company commander and to His Majesty the Emperor that I would definitely take down the Nomonhan position in one fell swoop and open up the road for the holy war of the Great Japanese Empire. But now the position hasn't been taken, and my squadron is almost wiped out!

  Yamada's legs went soft and his body swayed, almost unable to stand, he hastily used the baton in his hand to prop himself up on the ground, barely avoiding a fall.

  Taking a deep breath, Captain Yamada suddenly drew his command sword and shouted: "Charge! Everyone charge! Kill...kill the enemy to my left!" He took big strides forward, charging ahead.

  The several company officers and soldiers guarding him also tore off their shirts, bared their arms, picked up the good bayonet "38 big cover", shouted, and rushed out in a hurry...

  "Yamada-kun!"

  A loud shout came over, and Yamada unconsciously stopped in his tracks, turning around...

  The few people who followed him also stopped in their tracks and looked back in surprise...

  A short and stout officer with a big belly, wearing a sword at his waist, walked quickly over with a group of attendants.

  Yamada, the squad leader, stood at attention as soon as he saw this person.

  Several bare-armed soldiers who were preparing to follow Yamada's squad leader to "Duck Pear Give" also hastily lowered their guns and stood at attention.

  A pot-bellied officer with a tight face came to the front of Yamada, without saying a word, raised his hand and gave Yamada several slaps on the ears.

  Yamada lifted his face and let the big ear slap fall on his face, not daring to dodge or speak out, until the other person finished hitting him, then he dared to lower his head and shouted: "Hai Yi!"

  How could a squadron leader be so humble in front of this person?

  The hierarchy system in the Japanese army was very strict, superiors could beat and scold subordinates at will, while subordinates were not allowed to argue with their superiors regardless of right or wrong, otherwise it would be considered disobedience.

  Since Sergeant Yamada is so humble towards this person, it can be inferred that he must be his superior.

  Not bad, this pot-bellied Japanese military officer is none other than the direct superior of Yamada's squadron leader - Major Ito.

  Captain Ito slapped Lieutenant Colonel Yamada and didn't speak immediately. Instead, he raised his other hand to carefully smooth out the white gloves that had been wrinkled from slapping Yamada. Only after they were smooth did he say: "Hmph! Yamada-kun, what were you trying to do just now?"

  "Reporting to Captain Ito, I will lead the troops under my command to charge forward. The enemy is already at its last gasp, and it only takes one charge to capture the position!" Of course, Yamada didn't dare say that he was enraged by being killed by the enemy just now, and wanted to lead his subordinates in a desperate fight to the death. This wasn't the quality of an excellent commander.

  "Damn it!" Captain Ito cursed loudly.

  "Ah, yes!" Lieutenant Yamada hastily replied.

  "Do you know, if your decision is carried out, how many of the Empire's excellent soldiers will be shattered to no avail?!" Commander Ito rebuked Yamada angrily. "Even if you can take down the enemy position, how many men will you have left? What will you use to hold on?"

  "Ah, Hai!" Yamada hastily bowed his head in apology, "Captain Ito's scolding is justified, I was too impulsive!"

  Ito seemed satisfied with Yamada's attitude, nodded and said: "Withdraw all your soldiers back, withdraw to the rear to replenish and reorganize." After a slight pause, he added, "Let Ono squadron come up to replace you in the attack."

  "Captain Ito!" As soon as Yamada heard Captain Ito's order, he felt a sense of urgency in his heart. "Captain Ito, Yamada requests that you give me another platoon, just one more platoon is enough, and I can take down the Nagare River position immediately!"

  "Damn it!" Ito cursed with a cold face.

  "Ah, clothes!" Yamada saw Ito get angry and didn't dare persist.

  Ito looked at Yamada's face and saw a flash of discontent, so he softened his tone to take care of his emotions and comforted him: "Yamada-kun, the holy war has just begun, there are many more battles to come, don't worry, now withdraw your troops and rest well, I have even more important tasks for you to complete later."

  The first formal attack by the Japanese army was repelled, and the defending troops also paid a heavy price. The officers and men who defended the Luohe River position were left with only over ten people standing.

  A small cluster of tattered uniforms, covered in bloodstains, stood on the battlefield where the smoke had not yet dissipated, gazing at the retreating Japanese army's backs, removing their hats and tossing them into the air, cheering and jumping...

  They are worth being proud of.

  They successfully repelled the attack of an enemy battalion with two reinforced companies, in a situation where they were outnumbered and at a disadvantage in firepower, shattering the myth that the Japanese army was invincible.

  Three generals gazed at the cheering and rejoicing surviving soldiers, with tears streaming out of their eyes. They are all good sons! They are all good sons of the Chinese nation!

  "Comrade Commander, the enemy has retreated, we've won the battle!" The platoon leader, leaning on a rifle, hobbled over to his company commander, excitedly saying.

  Bailong was stabbed in the leg during the fierce battle just now, so he is limping as he walks.

  Lian Chang wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve and nodded vigorously: "Good, good, all of you go back to the camp and report quickly!" Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, "What was the name of that little kid who just crossed the muddy river, which class is he from?"

  After a moment of thought, he said: "It seems to be from the second class, named Lin Feng, a new recruit, was caught by the conscription officer yesterday. Well, this kid is not bad!"

  "Hmm, if we win this battle, Lin Feng will be the first to be credited!" The company commander turned his head and looked around, but couldn't see Lin Feng's figure anywhere. "Huh? Where is he?"

  "King Yu-zhu!"

  "Here!" Wang Yuzhu responded and ran over.

  "Where's Lin Feng?" said Pai Chang, "The battalion commander wants to see him."

  "Report to the squad leader, I didn't see him, but that kid is definitely fine. Before the charge began, I saw him being chased by a rocket launcher and running upstream along the river."