Chapter 22: Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell

  How great is human potential?

  Perhaps no one can accurately know! But once a person's potential erupts, it will burst out with power beyond people's imagination.

  Before the fierce battle with Japan's Ito and Kawauchi two cavalry regiments, Qin Yang had already experienced several brutal wars. The wound on his left shoulder had not healed yet, and he had added several new scars to his body. After such a toss, even an iron man could not bear it.

  But Qin Yang took it on, relying on his tenacious willpower to not only take it on but also continue fighting stubbornly.

  And it's not just him, the warriors all persisted.

  When the boulder blocked the mountain road, there were still 70 or 80 Japanese soldiers on the Mengzi Ridge peak, fighting with the 29th Army. The falling of the boulder also cut off their retreat route. Facing the Chinese soldiers who were eager to kill, if they wanted to survive, they had no choice but to fight to the death and defeat the enemy in front of them, which was their only hope. Conversely, the same applied to the 29th Army.

  After the battle, the 29th Army was left with less than thirty people. All officers above company level were killed in action, leaving only Deputy Corps Commander He Jianguo. Qin Yang's special forces also lost four men in the fierce fighting.

  The combat effectiveness of both sides is basically even, so it depends on who can hold on! So a desperate battle immediately unfolded between the two sides.

  When it comes to bayonet skills, the soldiers of the 29th Army are not as good as Japanese soldiers. However, with a determination to die, they launched a charge against the Japanese army that was almost suicidal. When the Japanese bayonets pierced the bodies of the soldiers, the soldiers' big knives also split open their heads. Some soldiers even hugged Japanese soldiers and rolled down the mountain together, using their own lives to exchange for a glimmer of hope for their comrades. Both sides shouted, tumbled, and fought in an atmosphere that was almost frantic. From time to time, someone fell to the ground.

  The mountain top was filled with the thick, sweet smell of blood that made people want to vomit. The ground was slippery with blood and one could easily fall if not careful. Even the air felt damp.

  Tie Tou pulled the bayonet out of a Japanese soldier's chest, kicked him over with one foot, took a step back, and panted heavily. Since the start of the battle, he had lost count of how many Japanese soldiers had fallen at his hands. Anyway, three guns were broken, two bayonets were snapped off, and more than ten wounds were added to his body.

  But he didn't care about any of that; all he could think about now was killing the devil's spawn to avenge his fallen brothers, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

  With a loud shout, a Japanese grenade was thrown from the hand of a Japanese soldier into the crowd that was engaged in fierce combat. In one corner, four or five soldiers of the 29th Army were surrounding and attacking a Japanese soldier.

  Tie Tou caught sight of it in a glance and grabbed the hand grenade that flew past him, tossing it back to the Japanese soldier.

  The grenade exploded almost the moment it hit the ground, sending the Japanese soldier flying into the air, and several other devils around him were blown to the east and west. A large area fell down.

  "Hahaha!"

  Tie Tou felt relieved!

  But before Tie Tou could catch his breath, a Japanese soldier rushed over with a bayonet, the blood-stained blade stabbing towards him.

  Iron-headed both hands grasped the gun, using the gun body to knock against the bayonet, but accidentally stepped on the fresh blood on the ground, and immediately slipped underfoot. The rifle in his hand did not open the Japanese soldier's bayonet, but was instead knocked to the ground by the Japanese soldier.

  Taking advantage of Tie Tou's momentary stumble, the Japanese soldier took a step forward and stabbed viciously at Tie Tou's chest.

  Tie Tou wanted to dodge, but his body lost its balance and he could only stare blankly as the Japanese soldier's bayonet approached closer and closer to his chest.

  "Look out, Ironhead!"

  A figure rushed over from the side and grabbed the Japanese soldier's bayonet with both hands, pushing it back with force.

  The bayonet gleaming with cold light finally stopped less than an inch from Tie Tou's chest, no matter how hard the Japanese soldier tried, he couldn't move forward a bit.

  Iron Head raised his head and looked at Jiao Ming who was rushing over, his half-reclined body shifted to one side, his right hand grasping a large knife of the 29th Army soldier on the ground.

  Jiao Ming gripped the dagger tightly with both hands, and with a powerful push, he sent the Japanese soldier flying backward. The two of them continued to advance towards the Japanese soldier without stopping. Finally, the Japanese soldier's foot hit a protruding rock behind him, causing his body to pause, and he vigorously manipulated his rifle with both hands.

  "Ah!"

  Jiao Ming let out a miserable cry, covering his wrist and retreating backwards, both hands covered in blood and flesh, three fingers on his right hand lay on the ground, still slightly twitching.

  The Japanese soldier continued to advance, ferociously stabbing the bayonet into Jiao Ming's body, then pulling it out and stabbing again, repeating this over and over. Jiao Ming's eyes were wide open, his hands weakly raised upwards before falling back down, and his body also collapsed.

  "Brother!" Tie Tou let out a loud roar, like a madman he threw down his big knife and hugged the Japanese soldier, rolling to the ground. The two of them were wrestling on the ground like a pair of shrews, sending dust flying everywhere.

  The iron-headed man, much stronger, finally pinned the Japanese soldier to the ground. He clutched the soldier's neck with both hands and slammed his head into the soldier's face once, twice, three times.

  After a dozen or so continuous collisions, the Japanese soldier's legs were still, Tie Tou let go of the already disfigured Japanese soldier's corpse, stood up shaking, wiped away the fresh blood flowing from his forehead, and glared fiercely at the surrounding Japanese soldiers with eyes that had turned completely red. The several Japanese soldiers around him involuntarily took a step back.

  Tie Tou pulled out a rifle stuck in the body of a 29th Army soldier, weighed it in his hand and cursed: "Damn you, Japanese devils! I'm not done with you yet!"

  With bayonet fixed, Ironhead charged forward again.

  ……

  Qin Yang was rolling on the ground, with four or five daggers stabbing behind him, constantly chasing and stabbing. Often, just as Qin Yang's body had left a spot, the dagger would fall into the position he had just occupied.

  After a long fight, coupled with excessive blood loss, Qin Yang now has some difficulty standing up. Just now when he was fighting several devils, his vision blurred and the big knife in his hand was knocked down by the devil's bayonet. If he hadn't reacted quickly and fallen to the ground, he would have become a martyr under the Japanese bayonet at that time.

  "If I were in my best state, just you few, I can take care of with one hand!" Qin Yang thought, suddenly feeling a shock to his body, as if he had hit something. He stretched out his hand to touch, and found that he was already beside the rock wall, his body having crashed into the rock wall.

  He let out a low cry and Qin Yang struggled to get up, but before he could make any move, four Japanese soldiers had already pounced on him, pinning down his hands and feet, pressing him firmly against the stone wall.

  Through the previous battle, the Japanese army knew he was an officer of the Chinese military, so they attached great importance to besieging him.

  Qin Yang spread his arms and legs, stuck in a big character shape on the stone wall, looking at the Japanese soldier who was sneering and holding a dagger to stab him, helplessly revealing a wry smile.

  He didn't think he would die in this place, and at the hands of these ordinary Japanese soldiers.

  At this time.

  "Tap tap!"

  A burst of crisp submachine gun fire came, and Qin Yang felt a lightness on his body. The Japanese soldier holding him down and the one charging at him with a bayonet were already lying on the ground. Qin Yang moved his limbs and looked in the direction of the sound.

  Dai'er's slender figure appeared at the intersection leading to the rear command post, her small face tense, jumping forward while firing her submachine gun, which continuously spat out tongues of flame. As she fired, the Japanese soldiers in the field fell one after another.

  "Quick!"

  Dai'er waved her hand, and the medical team members behind her dispersed, each aiming at their own target, firing angry bullets at the enemy. Meanwhile, Dai'er rushed to Qin Yang's side.

  With the arrival of reinforcements, the situation on the field immediately turned around. The Japanese soldiers, who had initially had the upper hand, suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage. Under the accurate shooting of Xiao Yue and her comrades, as well as the pincer movement of the warriors, their numbers quickly dwindled.

  As the situation was brought under control, Dai'er suddenly threw herself into Qin Yang's arms, her hands tightly wrapped around his waist, and buried her head in his chest. Her voice trembled with tears: "Qin Gege, I was worried to death! If we hadn't arrived on time, I wouldn't have seen you!"

  Qin Yang endured the pain of his injuries, which were inflicted by Dai'er's piercing words, and forced a smile to comfort her: "Silly girl, I'm fine, don't worry, your Qin brother is okay!"

  Dai'er raised her head, with tears sparkling in her eyes, and pouted: "You lied to me. If I hadn't rushed over, just now you would have..."

  She couldn't say anything more and buried her head in Qin Yang's arms again, tears flowing out like a spring.

  Dai'er was nestled in his arms, her shoulders shaking non-stop. Qin Yang knew she was too worried about him, and he felt warm inside. He lifted his hand with effort and gently stroked Dai'er's head, comforting her: "Don't cry, I'm fine, aren't I? I'll be more careful next time, okay? Don't cry!"

  Dai'er nodded, looking at Qin Yang's eyes, seeing that he was serious, and then nodded: "This is still okay, remember, this is what you said with your own mouth, don't be dishonest!"

  Qin Yang smiled and nodded slightly.

  The battle on the mountain top has ended, and all Japanese soldiers who climbed up the mountain were annihilated here. Qin Yang looked at the piles of corpses on the slope, then looked at the few warriors standing beside him, feeling a wave of disgust towards war in his heart.

  War is a means for those in power to achieve their ambitions, but it's the ordinary people who end up dead.

  "How nice it would be if there were no war, although we soldiers would have lost our use, but tens of millions of ordinary people could live a little better, and we would also feel relieved."

  Unfortunately, some of those in power will always wage war for their own selfish desires, so war is inevitable. The responsibility of soldiers is to end the war as soon as possible and let life return to normal!

  "So we fight not for the ambition of those in power, but to defend this land that has nurtured me, so that our elders can live in peace and stability, and so that we can live more happily!"

  Thinking of this, Qin Yang's mood suddenly brightened up. He finally figured it out - what he had to do was to contribute his own strength to this war and make it end as soon as possible.

  He Jiguang walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with Qin Yang at the edge of the mountain, gazing up at the sun that was falling westward in the distance, where a touch of crimson remained.

  The two people stood there, neither of them speaking a word, completely still.

  Dark mountains like the sea, the setting sun like blood!

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