Chapter 12: The Death of General Camp

  "Kill!"

  On the mountain road, the special operations camp and the Japanese army are fighting a bloody battle!

  This is a mortal combat of flesh and soul, whether Chinese soldiers or Japanese soldiers, they have forgotten themselves and become war machines. No one cares about himself, the only goal is: "Knock down the opponent!"

  A soldier of a special operations unit had just cut down a Japanese soldier, and was immediately stabbed in the abdomen by two bayonets. He stumbled backward, desperately grabbing at the bayonets to try and stop his fall, but ultimately was pinned to a tree. As he lay dying, his hands still clutched tightly around the bayonets, and the Japanese soldier had to abandon them after trying several times to pull them out. The Japanese soldier's head was then split open by the large knife of an onrushing special operations unit soldier.

  The Japanese army formed a small group of three people, with their backs to each other, in a triangular formation for defense. The soldiers of the Special Operations Battalion, on the other hand, were grouped together in threes and fours, constantly rotating around the Japanese soldiers.

  One after another Japanese soldier fell down, but at the same time there were also one by one special operation troops' warriors sacrificed.

  When the blade is blunt, use the back of the knife to chop; when the back of the knife is bent, use the tip of the knife to stab. When the body of the knife is broken, rush forward and hug the enemy, rolling together, using hands to pinch, head to bump, teeth to bite...

  As long as they still have a breath, they will fight on...

  Wang Baoliang was bare-chested, his body covered in bloodstains, unclear whether they were the enemy's or his own. The blood on the knife had already started dripping down. He grasped the knife with both hands, crouched with his legs apart, and vigilantly stared at the four or five Japanese soldiers surrounding him.

  The Japanese soldiers also stared at him, holding their bayonets and not daring to attack easily. In the previous exchange of hands, four or five Japanese soldiers fell under Wang Baoliang's big knife, and the rest of the Japanese soldiers did not dare to move easily again.

  The two parties stood there, staring at each other in a stalemate.

  Wang Baoliang glanced around and saw that the soldiers of the Special Operations Battalion were at a disadvantage, having lost nearly a quarter of their men in the previous charge on the mountain road under the Japanese machine gun fire. The battalion had already been outnumbered before this battle, and now they had suffered even more casualties.

  "This battle must be settled as soon as possible!" Wang Baoliang thought, he decided not to entangle with these few devils anymore.

  At this thought, Wang Baoliang took a step forward with his body, the handle of the big knife in his hand remained still, and the tip of the knife slightly swayed to the left and right.

  Two Japanese soldiers on the positive side saw each other at the same time and took a step back, then with great force, they thrust out the bayonets on their Type 38 rifles.

  Thrust, the most basic stabbing action in infantry drill, is also one of the fastest and most practical actions. Japanese infantry placed great emphasis on bayonet fighting on the battlefield, so they were very skilled at thrusting.

  The two Japanese soldiers behind him also took a step forward with Wang Baoliang, pointing their bayonets at Wang Baoliang, ready to join forces with the Japanese soldier in front to attack him.

  Wang Baoliang's foot suddenly stopped in mid-air and then pulled back, his body hastily retreating backwards.

  The two Japanese soldiers behind him were caught off guard and stuck to his back, Wang Baoliang's big knife was handed over to his right hand, and immediately after a turn in the handle, the positive grip became an inverted grip, with the blade pointing backwards and accurately stabbing into the chest of the Japanese soldier on the right side.

  The sharp knife tip stabbed into the Japanese soldier's chest unimpeded, protruding from his back by more than three inches. The Japanese soldier let out a mournful cry.

  Wang Baoliang's wrist stirred, then he pulled out a big knife. His body spun to the left, and with a reverse grip on the knife, it swept horizontally across the throat of the Japanese soldier behind him, leaving a trail of blood.

  The Japanese soldier was taken aback, Wang Baoliang rolled forward and landed at their feet, the big knife stuck to the ground and swept horizontally, two people's legs were cut off by the big knife, hugging their legs and falling to the ground.

  Wang Baoliang jumped up, and with a swift slash of his knife, he took down two Japanese soldiers. He then charged towards the machine gun in the distance. For them, the machine gun posed the greatest threat; if there were fewer Japanese soldiers engaging in close combat, they would undoubtedly begin firing without hesitation, putting the special operations troops in danger.

  "Ah!" Wang Baoliang let out a loud roar, and with a swift motion, he kicked up a piece of broken stone, which flew behind the strong Japanese soldier's steel helmet and face, the mixed sand and dust confusing his eyes.

  Taking advantage of the Japanese soldier's momentary distraction, Wang Baoliang jumped up high and brought his big knife down on the soldier's head in a powerful slash. The steel helmet made of high-hardness aluminum was split into two halves like tofu. The Japanese soldier stood there stupidly, a slow trickle of blood flowing down from his forehead, before falling backwards onto the ground.

  "Where are Qin Yang and the others?" Wang Baoliang thought as he turned back and rejoined the battle.

  It's now 4:03, according to the agreement Qin Yang and others should have already settled the command center and rushed back here.

  But now, however, there is still no sign of Qin Yang and the others, which makes him wonder if Qin Yang and the others did not climb to the top of the mountain or were discovered by Japanese soldiers as soon as they climbed up.

  But that was what he least wanted to see.

  Suddenly, a dagger flashed out and stabbed towards his weak point with sparks flying everywhere.

  Wang Baoliang was shocked and forcibly twisted his body to one side, the dagger grazing his waist and leaving a bloody gash on his soft ribs.

  Wang Baoliang took a step back and only then did he realize that he had been surrounded by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers.

  In the previous battle, two people's performance was too outstanding and caught the attention of the Japanese commander.

  One was a long knife, Wan Lai Sheng's figure flashed in and out of the shadows. In front of him, basically no one could walk past two intersections without being knocked down by his big knife before they even realized what was happening. At first, some Japanese soldiers tried to surround and attack him, but soon no one dared to approach, instead trying to avoid him. The Japanese commander also thought about shooting him with a cold gun from behind, but Wan Lai Sheng moved like the wind, unpredictable and elusive, making it impossible to aim at him, so he could only let his men entangle him for now and think of another way later.

  Another one, naturally, was the commander of the Special Operations Battalion, Wang Baoliang. This Hebei native charged left and right on the battlefield, his big knife having already brought down more than a dozen Japanese soldiers, so the Japanese troops set their sights on him.

  Facing the attack of three elite Japanese soldiers' assassination groups, Wang Baoliang suddenly fell into a crisis.

  Although his swordsmanship was proficient, he was still a man after all. The fierce battle earlier had consumed more than half of his strength, and under the siege of over a dozen Japanese soldiers, he gradually felt exhausted.

  With a horizontal sword, he parried the bayonets of several Japanese soldiers. Suddenly, Wang Baoliang felt a chill on his back. He turned around abruptly and saw a Japanese soldier holding a rifle with both hands, staring at him ferociously, the bayonet on the gun deeply embedded in his lower back.

  "Son of a turtle!"

  Wang Baoliang grabbed the bayonet with one hand and held a large knife in the other, sliding it along the bayonet to twist it off the gun. He then pulled out the bayonet and threw it back at the Japanese soldier.

  The bayonet pierced through the Japanese soldier's chest, and he stumbled two steps before falling to the ground.

  Wang Baoliang roared, wildly swinging his big knife and cutting down the Japanese soldiers who were approaching him. However, there were too many Japanese soldiers attacking him, and soon he was stabbed in the right rib and thigh, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

  The big knife swept horizontally, lightly passing through the neck of a Japanese soldier who was sandwiched between his left arm, and the sound of "wan" echoed as the Japanese soldier's hand had already fallen off, looking in the direction of Wang Baoliang.

  Wang Baoliang's whole body was covered in blood, the large knife in his hand gleaming with a cold light as he knocked down one enemy after another who dared to approach him. He seemed like a fierce warrior just emerged from hell.

  At the sound of Wan's voice, he raised an eyebrow and saw that Wang Baoliang was already at his last gasp, unable to hold on for much longer. Only then did he realize that he had been so focused on killing quickly earlier that he had forgotten to take care of this brave commander of the special forces regiment.

  He flew up and kicked out with a series of flying kicks, sending all the Japanese soldiers around him flying. The sound of ten thousand voices rushed towards Wang Baoliang to support him.

  "Stop him! Don't let him get through!" The Japanese commander shouted, holding a war sword and standing behind the bunker.

  More than 20 people were immediately separated from the Japanese reserve team, blocking Wan Lai and Wang Bao-liang, and the machine guns on the position also aimed at the place where Wang Bao-liang was fighting. It seems that the Japanese soldiers are prepared to sacrifice themselves in the final battle, but they must kill Wang Bao-liang.

  The sound of ten thousand voices, dodging left and right, his body was like a fish swimming through the crowd, with a long knife in hand, one would fall to the ground, but for the time being, he couldn't get close to Wang Baoliang.

  Wang Baoliang's body dodged and weaved, avoiding the enemy's stabbing. Just a moment ago, he had taken down three enemies, but at the cost of his left arm being chopped off by a Japanese soldier's war knife, exposing white bones.

  He knew he couldn't hold out for much longer, although he saw the sound of ten thousand voices rushing towards him desperately, and the soldiers of the special forces had abandoned their opponents to rush towards him.

  With a horizontal slash of his sword, Wang Baoliang knocked open the enemy's bayonet and was shocked to retreat backwards until he reached a large tree and leaned against it.

  "Hey!" A dozen or so bayonets almost simultaneously pierced Wang Baoliang's chest and abdomen.

  A sharp dagger pierced his body, exiting beside his spine and pinning him to a tree.

  Wang Baoliang's raised knife stopped in mid-air, a stream of blood gushing out of his mouth and flowing down his bare upper body.

  He lowered his head, glanced at the dagger stuck in his chest, and let go of the big knife.

  Smiling, Wang Baoliang's hand slowly reached for his waist and pulled out a hand grenade that had been ready for some time.

  "Camp!"

  The warriors of the Special Operations Battalion have gone mad, some soldiers no longer dodge, and at the same time that the Japanese bayonet pierces their chest, the big knife also chops off their heads. Some wounded soldiers pulled the hand grenades on their bodies. The battlefield fell into a crazy atmosphere.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat!" A burst of gunfire came from the mountain road.

  Many soldiers wearing the uniform of the 29th Army ran down from the mountain road, shooting while running. The leader was He Jiguo, deputy commander of the 109th Brigade of the 29th Army.

  The Japanese commander ordered the machine gunner behind the fortification to aim at the struggling special troops and Japanese soldiers, apparently preparing to sacrifice his subordinates who were fighting desperately below. At the same time, more than a dozen rocket launchers and ten mortars also arrived from the rear, their muzzles aimed at He Jikun and others rushing up the mountain road.

  "Ready!" The Japanese commander gave the order cold-bloodedly.

  The mortar man picked up a shell and held it in his hand!

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