Chapter 40: The Great Grandfather's Promise

  "Alright, stop chasing, let's clean up the battlefield..."

  "Let's push this 'door' back...". Just as the devils were retreating, the gunner of the 92-type cannon knew they had lost miserably, so they quickly blew up one of the 92 cannons. When they were preparing to blow up the second one, the Japanese army that was retreating had already arrived in front of them, with the shouting voices of the Chinese troops shaking the sky behind them. They didn't have time to blow it up and followed the others in running towards the back.

  "Push it back... ... will you use it?" Zhang Daman walked to the 92-step cannon that had not been blown up by the 'door', and said while touching the already hot barrel.

  "What's to be done? It's a pity if it explodes..."

  "It's blown up... Take those few 'door' mortars back for me, the instructor can't give us cannons, but giving a few boxes of shells shouldn't be a problem, right?..." Zhang Damao kicked an empty shell box that had been emptied by the enemy mortar team and said with some regret.

  "Commander, over there are still a few little devils with breath...". Just after the big guys blew up that 'door' 92-step cannon, carrying two 'doors' without shells of mortar back and forth when walking, a soldier ran over to report.

  "There are several"

  "Five of them, one is about to kick the bucket, and the other four seem to be unhappy and are still scolding people with their mouths."

  "Damn it!" Zhang Damao heard that there were still living "Japanese devils", ran a few steps over, and scolded the already moved Japanese ghosts.

  "Eight Gaya Road!!!!!!" Seeing Zhang Damao's disdainful eyes, a ghostly sergeant with his leg broken by a machine gun glared at Zhang Damao and cursed loudly.

  "When the arrogant 'Japanese' army saw him, a soldier next to Zhang Da Mao walked up and gave him a gun butt on his mouth."

  "What's going to happen to these few little devils?"

  "What else can we do? We've all been slaughtered, are you going to take him home and make him a lord or something?... Fucking... little devil..." Zhang Damao said after kicking the ghost's broken leg.

  "Wait, wait, wait... isn't it not good for us to kill them? Isn't there something about 'day'... 'day'... what was it?" Just as Zhang Damao finished speaking, several soldiers raised their bayonets and were about to stab when Li Liansheng pulled on Zhang's sleeve and said.

  "It's the Geneva Convention..." At this time, Zhao Zhibang, who was late to catch up because he was hiding in a single-person pit, followed up and continued Li Liansheng's words. However, he looked at the Japanese devils on the ground with their eyes closed waiting for death, and his hands holding the rifle had already started trembling.

  "I'll take care of those bastards, send them all back home without a single one left..."

  "Li Liansheng, get all the new recruits to come here." Zhang Damao gazed at the ground with his eyes closed and began singing the Japanese military song. The ghostly soldier glanced at Li Liansheng and said.

  Li Liansheng didn't know what Zhang Damao was going to do, but soon, including Zhao Zhibang, twenty or so new recruits were standing in front of Zhang Damao. When they split from the new recruit camp, there were over fifty people, now only a dozen or so remained.

  After all the new recruits stood up, Zhang Damao took the rifle with a bayonet from the soldier who had just hit the Japanese army sergeant and stabbed it into the other leg of the Japanese sergeant with a loud shout. However, the sergeant was indeed tough, he clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound.

  "In Nanjing, the little devils slaughtered 300,000 of our compatriots like this... New recruits, come and taste it for yourselves..." He said, throwing his gun to a nearby soldier.

  Li Liansheng now understood Zhang Damao's intention, which was to use these few Japanese devils who had not yet breathed their last to train the new recruits' courage.

  "The monkey..." Zhang Damao's words had just fallen when several new soldiers walked up with bayonets, but none of them dared to take action. Li Liansheng then called out Wu Fayun, who had been in the Sichuan army for a few years, but Wu Fayun had never fought such a battle before. In Sichuan, although various warlords were everywhere and battles broke out countless times a day, both sides just pretended to fight, after all, there was no deep hatred between them, they were only fighting for territory. Moreover, the enemy you were fighting against today might have been a brother in the same trench yesterday. Such a fierce battle to the death, Wu Fayun was even more useless than a new soldier.

  "You good-for-nothing Zhao Zhibang...!" Zhang Damao shouted, kicking Wu Fayun who was trembling with fear.

  "Ahhhhh..." Hearing Zhang Damao's shout, Zhao Zhibang hesitated for a moment, but it was only brief. He gripped his gun tightly and thought of his family, Zhang Quanqi, and Li Weiguo. With a loud cry, he charged forward with his bayonet-tipped rifle and stabbed the Japanese sergeant's leg repeatedly. Seeing this, several new recruits followed suit, stabbing the already wounded Japanese sergeant all over his body. Soon, except for his head, the Japanese sergeant's body was a bloody mess, devoid of any signs of life.

  Looking at the Japanese military officer who was stabbed to death by five or six people, the remaining Japanese soldiers who had not yet died began to show fear in their eyes. The originally majestic military song had no sound, they all stared with terrified eyes, looking at the Chinese soldiers in front of them, who seemed to have gone mad, stabbing one knife after another into the already motionless body of the "Japanese" military officer.

  The remaining new recruits also picked up their bayonets and walked towards them, they no longer had the spirit of just beginning, one by one trembling with despair closed their eyes.

  "You turtle grandson disaster, you turtle grandson disaster..." Wu Fayun, who had just been scared and didn't dare to make a move, now stabbed his knife at the thigh of a "Japanese" soldier, and soon there was no more sound from the little devils on the battlefield.

  "How about it, isn't Captain Guo right?! The devils are also born to their mothers and fathers, they can take a bullet and still have a hole, one stab of the bayonet and they'll be sent to heaven just the same...". Zhang Damao said with satisfaction, looking at the new recruits who were full of fighting spirit and didn't show a hint of fear.

  "Zhi Bang, can we fight the devils with bayonets tomorrow?" Zhao Zhi Bang thought of Li Wei Guo's words from last night: "Unfortunately, he will never have the chance to fight the little devils again."

  A company of the Japanese army is equivalent to a battalion of the Chinese army, and an enlarged company has about 200-300 people, which is not much different from Zhang Daman's troops. Now they have retreated with at most 50 people left, and they also lost mortars, grenade launchers, and two 92-type rifles that were somehow obtained. Although there are only a dozen or so Chinese soldiers left who can still fight, under the advantageous terrain, these devils will not be able to launch an attack again.