Looking at the unwavering steps of the soldiers charging towards them,

Oishi and Teru, the battalion commander, suddenly thought: If only the two hundred cavalry hadn't gone back!

He shook his head, banishing such unrealistic thoughts.

Now was not the time to think so much; it was time for bayonets!

Such thoughts were dangerous. Was he afraid?

The two vanguards collided, like two different rivers suddenly crashing together in the Yangtze.

The clash was fiercest at the point of impact.

The weaker side turned into spray, shattered!

The stronger side would crush forward, its momentum unstoppable, seizing the entire river surface.

The Oishi Battalion was like that now.

Lin Fan charged at the front. Wu Xiaobao and Zhao Long, who had been behind him at the start, were roughly pulled back by Feng Junya.

He himself stayed close to Lin Fan, with Ji Wudi behind him.

She was used to following closely during charges, step by step.

Bayonets!

It was the special company's daily routine every morning.

During charges, they moved in groups of three, protecting each other.

Now, facing the Japanese Oishi Battalion, the Japanese vanguard was immediately broken by the special company soldiers at the front.

Then, without pausing, these soldiers continued to thrust into the Japanese ranks.

The victory of the arrowhead collision spread rapidly like a wave from the center of the formation to both sides.

The two forces were instantly entangled.

Battalion Commander Oishi and Teru led his troops to meet the charging Nationalist soldiers.

He wasn't at the very front, nor was he at the back.

Battalion Commander Oishi needed to encourage his soldiers to advance bravely, so he needed a secure position to command from.

When he saw this Nationalist army clash with his own,

it was like hot soup poured on ice.

The ice melted without a trace!

Except the hot soup was the Nationalist army, and the ice was his own force.

Battalion Commander Oishi couldn't believe his eyes. He had never seen this Nationalist unit before.

They always shouted "Kill!" when thrusting.

The battle cries of a thousand men were truly chilling! Steadying himself, Battalion Commander Oishi knew he had to move.

If he didn't act, his battalion would see more desertions.

He immediately drew his command saber: "Charge!"

Around him, a dozen guards also roared, "Charge!"

Battalion Commander Oishi didn't just shout slogans; he personally took small steps forward, charging.

He could see that although the charging soldiers opposite were all strong, there was one small squad that was the most effective arrowhead.

I will break that arrowhead! Oishi and Teru resolved.

He pointed his command saber at Lin Fan and shouted again, "Charge!"

"Charge!"

The dozen or so guards around him, whether inspired by him or stimulated by the Nationalist battle cries,

also roared along.

However, the shouts of a dozen men didn't even create a ripple in the thousand-man battle cries of the special company; they were completely suppressed.

Even Battalion Commander Oishi wasn't sure how many of his men had heard his command.

But he was gratified that as far as he could see, all his soldiers were striving forward.

That was good.

In his busyness, he also took the time to observe the overall battlefield situation. The situation he feared most hadn't happened; at least he didn't see any soldiers fleeing.

Lin Fan had already noticed the Japanese battalion commander coming over.

He was now quite familiar with the Japanese formations.

Fifty-four Japanese soldiers formed a squad.

Three squads made a company.

A company had more than one hundred eighty men, sometimes even two hundred twenty-two.

The Japanese unit composition was somewhat arbitrary, depending on the need.

But the general number wouldn't be much different.

Today, such a large group of thousands of Japanese soldiers gathered together clearly meant a Japanese battalion.

The Japanese soldier had just drawn his command saber and pointed it in his direction, shouting something.

He was clearly the highest commander of this unit.

A battalion commander!

Lin Fan slightly changed his direction of advance,

迎着鬼子这个大队长刺杀过去。

He had been in this world for a full month, and Lin Fan felt that although his training volume was lower than before,

his strength and speed seemed to be stimulated, gradually increasing.

Even his eyesight was better than before.

Perhaps this was a sequela from the radiation in the space-time tunnel.

With a thrust into the chest of the Japanese soldier in front of him, Lin Fan and Oishi and Teru finally faced each other.

"Kill!" Surprisingly, Oishi and Teru shouted out a familiar sound to Lin Fan.

A saber slashed down at him.

Lin Fan responded, "Kill!"

He raised the bayonet in his hand, deflecting Oishi and Teru's descending command saber, continuing to thrust without obstruction into Oishi and Teru's chest.

In the unbelievable gaze of Battalion Commander Oishi and the guards around him, the thrust went straight into his chest.

Those nearby could clearly hear two crisp sounds of bone breaking: *crack! crack!*

Oishi and Teru, his hands gripping the command saber tightly, wore an incredulous expression.

He had never imagined that he wouldn't even be a match for a single attack.

Oishi and Teru's hands, because they were gripping the command saber so tightly, couldn't rotate in time and were forced back by Lin Fan, instantly breaking both arms.

But his broken bones no longer needed treatment, because Oishi and Teru's heart had been pierced through.

Lin Fan didn't waste another second on the Japanese commander.

He lightly trembled the gun handle, to allow the bayonet to move inside the enemy's body, making it easier to withdraw.

Pulling back the bayonet, he thrust it towards one of Oishi and Teru's guards.

When the ninth guard brought by Battalion Commander Oishi fell, the remaining two guards finally couldn't bear it.

Shouting, they threw down their guns and turned to run.

They separated from their comrades who were still charging forward, running back desperately.

The Japanese soldiers at the very front were unmoved, continuing to charge forward.

Only a few soldiers turned and followed them back.

Brigade Commander Toyota Shimayama had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the Oishi Battalion had already occupied Shangqi Town.

From the commander of the dispatch army to the division commander, they had all valued this attacking fortress so much, and finally, on the first day, they had achieved results that could be coped with.

But before he had finished exhaling, intense gunfire and explosions rang out again on the newly occupied position.

Brigade Commander Toyota Shimayama knew that the Nationalist army was unwilling to accept defeat and had sent soldiers to fight back.

When he raised his binoculars again and looked at the front lines,

he realized that the Nationalist army was very determined this time.

There were many men on the front lines.

It was clear that the Oishi Battalion could hardly hold on.

Brigade Commander Toyota Shimayama became anxious: "Regiment Commander Iwanaga, send another battalion up."

Upon receiving the order, Regiment Commander Iwanaga Uju immediately conveyed it: "Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto, immediately lead your entire battalion to support the Oishi Battalion."

"Yes!"

The Nakanori Takuto Battalion immediately set off; they were the unit that had just received the order to act as the disciplinary squad.

Nakanori Takuto watched as his soldiers were just packing their weapons to leave the position.

The Third Battalion, which had followed, had already set up machine guns on the vacated position.

Now he understood that his battalion had no way out.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto pointed at Shangqi Town in front of them: "Charge!"

With that simple two-word command, he charged at the front.

With a battalion commander taking the lead, the charging speed of the entire Nakanori Takuto Battalion suddenly accelerated.

After charging three hundred meters, the soldiers at the front of the Nakanori Takuto Battalion saw five panicked soldiers running towards them.

Without needing to say or ask, they must be deserters from the Oishi Battalion.

Three hundred meters away, most of the Oishi Battalion's soldiers were still charging.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto coldly asked, "Where is Battalion Commander Oishi?"

"Battalion Commander is dead! Many people are dead.

The Nationalist army is too ferocious.

They kill with one shot, one shot, we are no match at all!

Ah!"

Kuzumi Kenichi was one of Oishi and Teru's guards, and he answered Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto's question.

No matter how quickly Kuzumi Kenichi answered, it couldn't match the speed at which Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto drew his gun.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto had originally been holding a command saber, but when he heard Kuzumi Kenichi's answer, he began to insert the saber back into its sheath.

He drew his pistol, and with just one shot, blew Kuzumi Kenichi's head apart.

Then, with two consecutive shots, he executed two soldiers. The fourth shot misfired.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto said to his guards, "Enforce discipline!"

Several guards simultaneously raised their guns, completely ignoring the last two deserters, who knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

After a burst of gunfire, all five deserters were executed by the Nakanori Takuto Battalion.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto coldly said, "Everyone listen: This is what happens to deserters.

If I die in battle,

there will still be someone behind us enforcing battlefield discipline.

Now we have no retreat!

Charge!"

The soldiers of the entire Nakanori Takuto Battalion silently charged forward.

The special column's mortars had been hesitant to bombard the already entangled Oishi Battalion.

There were no such concerns when dealing with the Nakanori Takuto Battalion.

Machine guns, heavy machine guns, and cannons all opened fire.

These heavy weapons had already been set up in machine gun positions on either side of the Shangqi Town, 613th Regiment, 1st and 2nd Company positions.

At this time, they began to block the Nakanori Takuto Battalion's advance.

Lin Fan heard the gunfire intensify again and felt somewhat anxious: They had just suddenly encountered the Japanese, giving them no chance to retreat.

They could only meet on a narrow road, and the brave would win!

He had led his troops to charge up.

He hadn't expected the Japanese to be so determined, sending reinforcements on top of an already existing battalion.

From afar, Battalion Commander Kou Xingxian of the 613th Regiment's 1st Battalion had already requested support from Regiment Commander Luo Yibin when he saw the 9th Company being surrounded by a Japanese battalion.

Before the reinforcements arrived, a Nationalist unit suddenly rushed out onto the battlefield and charged head-on.

This unit was too fierce; they had encountered the Japanese while still marching and immediately launched an attack.

Now the two units were entangled.

Although it was clear that the newly arrived unit had the upper hand, they couldn't completely drive the Japanese off the position in a short time.

Battalion Commander Kou Xingxian didn't know that the Japanese didn't want to retreat; they simply didn't dare to.

When they set out, the disciplinary squad's machine guns were already set up.

Brigade Commander Toyota Shimayama was a man of his word; if he said he would enforce discipline, he would definitely do it.

Standing in the distance, Battalion Commander Kou saw another dark mass of Japanese soldiers charging towards Shangqi Town.

He gasped: "The Japanese are trying to take this position at all costs."

Now he couldn't help but worry about the still-entangled special company.

Everyone in the Jiangyin defense area knew about this unit led by a company commander with over a thousand men.

Everyone also knew that this unit was now unwanted and unloved.

Because there was red in their ranks.

A red army within the Nationalist army was naturally unwelcome.

Every time Battalion Commander Kou saw this company of over a thousand men training in the defense area, he wondered: Why did Commander Liu Xing tolerate their existence?

Today!

Seeing this unit in action, he understood: This was a force of tigers and wolves! Regardless of the unit's political color, it was even more ferocious than President Chiang's Central Training Corps.

President Chiang's Central Training Corps had a total of over forty thousand men, equipped with the most advanced weapons and with the best training and personnel in the entire army.

Kou Xingxian believed that even the Central Training Corps wouldn't be stronger in bayonet fighting than this unit.

Hearing the intense gunfire on either side of the position, Lin Fan didn't turn his head and directly ordered, "Pass it down, the troops in the rear immediately clear the battlefield.

Take away all the bodies and weapons of our soldiers on the battlefield."

Ji Wudi immediately responded, "Yes!"

Zhao Long immediately relayed Lin Fan's order to the rear.

In the entire special company, the 7th Platoon of Yang Daren was now at the rear.

Upon receiving the order, he immediately ordered, "7th Platoon, immediately clear the battlefield.

Take all of our people away."

He paused: "All the Nationalist soldiers!

Take all the weapons too, don't leave anything behind."

They had already seen the bodies of Nationalist soldiers occasionally exposed under the layers of Japanese soldiers.

Now was the time to take these soldiers home.

The soldiers under Yang Daren carried the bodies of their comrades on their backs, and also carried at least two guns, quickly running backwards.

The special company's convoy was two kilometers away, which was where Lin Fan had just ordered the convoy to retreat.

There was no other way: In this era, cars were a scarce commodity, entirely dependent on imports.

Lin Fan couldn't afford to lose them; he simply couldn't resupply them himself.

Therefore, he had to be careful.

No matter how hard the Oishi Battalion soldiers struggled, they couldn't avoid being slowly pushed back by the special column soldiers.

When Lin Fan saw the tanks in the almost-filled trenches, his eyes lit up.

But after carefully examining the dirt piled outside the tanks, he angrily shouted, "Kill!"

He stabbed through the Japanese soldier in front of him and then ordered, "Send a few people to disable these tanks again,

so that they cannot be repaired at all."

If there was enough time, Lin Fan would have been willing to dig up these tanks and repair them himself, or perhaps they could be used without any repairs at all.

But he saw that the trenches that could trap the tanks were now almost covered in dirt.

This showed how intense the Japanese artillery fire had been.

It also showed how determined the Japanese were to hold this position.

If he dug up the tanks here, the Japanese artillery fire would probably arrive immediately.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan ordered again, "Let the machine gun positions on both sides let some Japanese soldiers in.

Without the Japanese as cover, we'll be bombed."

Ji Wudi rolled her eyes speechlessly when she heard Lin Fan's order.

Intentionally letting Japanese soldiers into the position to cover themselves! She had never heard of that before.

Rolling her eyes didn't affect the speed at which she relayed the order.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto anxiously directed the machine guns and heavy machine guns under his command to fire at the defenders' machine gun positions.

He could see that the number of men in the Oishi Battalion on the front lines was decreasing.

If he and his men couldn't charge up quickly, the Nationalist army would take root on the position.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto watched as the vanguard of his force struggled to crawl forward on the ground.

Even so, they were still blocked by the machine guns from both sides.

Could the unit opposite them be the legendary Central Training Corps of the Nationalist army?

He had heard that their equipment was very strong; the machine gun firepower of this unit was stronger than his own.

There were also many mortars.

Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto looked back at the artillery shells that were constantly exploding in his unit.

This unit had too many artillery shells.

Fortunately, the machine guns and heavy machine guns in his unit were also firing, braving the defenders' bombardment.

The machine guns blocking the frontal charge suddenly went silent.

Nakanori Takuto was overjoyed and immediately stood up: "Charge!"

This time, he still shouted "Charge" as he had at the start.

He continued to stand and advance.

This time, the charge encountered no difficulties and smoothly caught up with the retreating Oishi Battalion.

Battalion Commander Oishi and Teru died heroically, and Deputy Battalion Commander Anno Kanta died heroically!

1st Company Commander Furyashi Shū took over command of the Oishi Battalion.

Learning from the lessons of the two battalion commanders, he stayed behind and didn't charge to the front.

He directed the officers and soldiers of the entire battalion to charge and fight the Nationalist army.

Just when there were only over a hundred men left in the entire battalion, Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto led his men to support them.

Company Commander Furyashi Shū was moved to tears: "Warriors! Our support has arrived."

The soldiers of the Nakanori Takuto Battalion immediately joined the fighting.

Company Commander Furyashi Shū watched as Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto charged forward, taking the lead.

He opened his mouth, but finally didn't dare to say anything.

He knew that if he asked Battalion Commander Nakanori Takuto to stay behind and command at this time, he would definitely be hit by an angry bullet fired by the battalion commander.

Company Commander Furyashi Shū muttered silently, "I must persevere! Keep persevering."