Chapter 47 The Devils Have Been Defeated

  Chinese soldiers, who had already prepared hand grenades and bayonets, climbed up to the trench edge and started shooting from a commanding height. Although the Japanese troops lying down reduced the effectiveness of Zhang's machine gun, the machine guns in the trenches on the mountain top were able to play their best role at this time. If it weren't for another machine gun being overturned by the enemy's 92-type cannon, plus the captured crooked-handled machine gun had already been dismantled, during the time the Japanese troops lay down, they would have probably given the Chinese army a big gift of dozens of Japanese corpses.

  "Eight ah, , , , dead this not, , , , dead this not, , , , " Behind the Japanese army lieutenant saw that the charging soldiers in front had fallen to the ground and were being shot by the Chinese army, and he became even more frantic and shouted loudly.

  "Ah ya valley,,,,,,,, Ah ya valley,,,,,,,,,"

  "With a loud shout, he swung the military sword in his hand and chopped it down on the body of a devil who was lying on the ground and refused to get up no matter how loudly he shouted. Only then did the remaining Japanese devils get up again, muttering and cursing as they continued their charge, which they thought was completely suicidal."

  The devil officer is indeed a genuine graduate of the Japanese military academy, he knows that lying here except for waiting to die there is no other way out, if these remaining two hundred or so people rush forward with machine guns, perhaps there is still a chance of victory.

  At this time, more than a dozen Japanese soldiers who were forced to charge by the devil officer fell under Zhang "Mi" Long's machine gun at the foot of the mountain. However, they didn't stop and lie on the ground again. Perhaps they also knew that lying here was more dangerous than charging up. This time, they rushed closer to over 30 meters. Zhang "Mi" Long in the machine gun bunker looked at the devils getting closer and closer, and his heart was also a bit nervous. At this time, Zhang Da Mao on the top of the mountain had already given the order to fix bayonets.

  Just as the Chinese army was about to charge, the Japanese captain who had been shouting non-stop suddenly fell to the ground. He had narrowly escaped death several times under Zhao Zhibang's gun, but this time he wasn't so lucky. However, compared to the Japanese corpses that were no longer moving, he was still fortunate. Zhao Zhibang's rifle bullet entered his mouth and exited from his right cheek, rendering him unable to shout again. As Zhang Damao had thought, a charge was like a group fight, with morale being the key factor. Without the Japanese captain's shouting, the charging Japanese troops lost their momentum in the face of Zhang "Misty" Long's and the mountain-top machine gun's din, and fell back once more.

  The Japanese lieutenant, who was spouting blood from his mouth, only now realized that it wasn't easy to get a new rank on his shoulder. He looked at the Japanese soldiers being knocked down and waved his hand back with all his might.

  "Attention, attention..." Seeing his gesture, another lieutenant of the ghost squad who had already run to his side took over and gave orders, but the command he issued was exactly the opposite of what his superior had been shouting all along, which was to retreat... After a few "attention"s, regardless of whether the soldiers around him had heard or not, he and another soldier carried their superior and started running away first. The phrase "soldiers fleeing like collapsing mountains" also applies to the so-called brave Imperial Japanese Army. Seeing that their superior had already turned tail and run, the remaining soldiers all got up and started fleeing with all their might, most of them even throwing away the utensils they were eating with, let alone maintaining any triangular formation.

  The Chinese army, who had already prepared their bayonets, would not let this opportunity slip away. This time they didn't wait for Zhang's command and pounced down the mountain like hungry wolves. Meanwhile, at the foot of the mountain, Zhang "Misty" Dragon finally seized the initiative. Seeing the Japanese soldiers fleeing in disarray, he knew that if he didn't act now, all he would see later was his comrades sweeping the battlefield. He folded up the machine gun's tripod and hugged it as he fired a burst at the Japanese soldiers who were only focused on escaping. Every time he killed someone, it was because they had long legs and ran ahead of the others, but this time it was the opposite. After firing a full clip, the tall Northeasterner caught up with the fleeing Japanese soldier behind him. Without saying a word, he swung the machine gun's barrel, which was now hot to the touch, and slammed the butt into the forehead of the limping Japanese soldier in front of him. The little Japanese man wearing a helmet with a net didn't even let out a whimper before falling straight down.

  The Chinese soldiers who followed him also joined the "melee", but in reality, it was only a nominal "melee", and to be more accurate, it was a massacre. By the time they rushed down from the top of the mountain, there were only a few wounded or half-dead soldiers left to catch up with. At this moment, Zhang Damao did not think about following that "Geneva Convention" he had only heard of a few times. He didn't know what it was or what it meant, mainly because he didn't want to know. Moreover, those Japanese wounded soldiers didn't consider themselves prisoners of war either, as they just stared at the equally angry Chinese soldiers with anger in their eyes without raising the guns in their hands.

  "What are you still stunned for? Get out of the way!" Zhang Damao walked up to a Japanese soldier who had been shot in the leg, didn't even glance at him, pulled out his pistol from his waist and fired a shot into the Japanese soldier's head. With the company commander's order, the six surrounded Japanese soldiers were sent to the afterlife by the Chinese soldiers together. The Japanese wounded soldiers who had fallen but hadn't died yet and couldn't escape were also cleaned up one by one by the Chinese soldiers clearing the battlefield and sent back home.

  This battle, which had originally worried Zhang Da-mao to no end, ended in a complete victory for the Chinese army. The Japanese left behind over 200 corpses and a large quantity of guns, ammunition, and explosives. The Chinese army's casualties were also over 100, and now, including lightly wounded soldiers, Zhang Da-mao could command only a little more than 100 men on the entire battlefield.

  After such a big victory, Zhang 'Mie' Long did not sing those two turns that were considered 'lewd' and 'licentious' by the literati again. Just as he was happily asking for credit from Lian Chang, he thought he would get rewarded, but instead, he got a heavy kick in the butt from Zhang Da Ma. Zhang 'Mie' Long, who was kicked to the ground, knew why Lian Chang had kicked him and could only smile foolishly without daring to speak up while looking at Zhang Da Ma.

  "Zhang 'Misty' Dragon, without my order, you dare to go out and fight with a knife again, I'll replace this 'machine gun' with someone else..." Zhang Damao looked at the innocent Northeasterner on the ground and kicked him again.

  "Oh no, don't, don't, don't... I won't dare again. From now on, I'll just stay here. The little devils are coming to invite me, but I won't go out."

  Zhang Damao withdrew his hand from Zhang "Mi" Long's machine gun, glanced at the fallen Zhang "Mi" Long, and hummed a Northeastern duet that he had heard Zhang "Mi" Long sing three times but was still not very familiar with, before turning around and leaving.

  "Good grief, what a load of nonsense... He really knows how to put on an act..." Zhang 'Misty' Long said with a faint smile as he got up from the ground, brushing off the dirt from his buttocks.