Lin Fan directed the nineteen mortars, bombing the Japanese machine gun positions and the Type 92 infantry gun positions.

Now, even the ordinary infantrymen could fire forward without any concern.

The Japanese soldiers who had been yelling and charging just moments ago no longer bothered to fire at the Second Battalion soldiers on the front line.

These Japanese soldiers were either dodging shells or searching for shell craters.

They wanted to find a shell crater and hide inside.

According to probability, the chance of two shells landing in the same crater was almost zero.

And the shell craters were natural individual foxholes.

These charging Japanese soldiers were so busy with this that they completely abandoned attacking the Second Battalion soldiers in front of them.

This gave the two hundred or so soldiers of the Second Battalion the best opportunity.

If one shot didn't kill a Japanese soldier, they would fire a few more.

At this point, it felt almost like target practice on the training ground.

The difference was that targets didn't fight back, which was the biggest difference between the training ground and the battlefield.

Now those Japanese soldiers were fighting back, which was the biggest similarity between the battlefield and the training ground.

The three minutes of bliss seemed to pass in the blink of an eye for the Second Battalion.

But for Taihe Hui's brigade, those three minutes felt like an eternity.

Ogura Yu felt this way.

Just a month ago, he was a sophomore at Kyoto University.

He was studying linguistics.

His research was on the language of the country he stood on.

After all, the empire's everything, including its bloodline, was inherited from the country beneath their feet.

So Ogura Yu's study of linguistics was actually a study of the history of this country.

Last month, the empire was facing a shortage of troops.

Ogura Yu, who was sweating on the Kyoto University campus, heard the conscription advertisement broadcast over the school's loudspeakers.

He immediately thought: "It is better to travel ten thousand miles than to read ten thousand books."

So he signed up for the army.

He wasn't the only one who signed up; many other students did as well.

And it wasn't just male students; there were also many female students.

Unfortunately, those beautiful female students left the campus even earlier than the male students.

It was said that there was a severe shortage of university girls at the front.

Therefore, those female students came to this country by plane.

Ogura Yu received seven days of training in the empire's homeland. These training programs were simple and familiar.

These students had been training since elementary school.

The current training was purely to familiarize everyone again.

After seven days of training, Ogura Yu was thrown into a ship and came here with the team.

When he landed in Hangzhou Bay, he was in a good mood to explain to his comrades on the left and right about their ancestors four hundred years ago.

How they, with only seventy-two people, landed here, and then burned, killed, plundered, and captured cities all the way to Nanjing.

Causing more than 4,000 casualties on this land, traversing thousands of miles, and lasting three months.

When Ogura Yu talked about this history, it greatly encouraged the Japanese soldiers who were marching hard in the mud.

Even the squadron leader, Sato Tetsu, heard his story.

He praised him greatly!

Ogura Yu very much wanted to correct the squadron leader: this is not a story, this is history, a real event that happened.

But the squadron leader was uncultured, and a story was all he needed.

Since landing, Ogura Yu had been marching with Sato Tetsu's squadron.

He didn't feel like he was at war at all.

During these days, Ogura Yu had been experiencing the artistic conception of Li Bai's "Xia Ke Xing" (Ode to the Swordsman).

He felt like he was a swordsman now: "Zhao guest's cap is woven with Hu silk, Wu hook is bright like frost and snow.

Silver saddle shines on a white horse, swift as a shooting star.

Kill one man in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles.

When the task is done, dust off your clothes and hide your name and body."

All of this was completely lost in the fierce artillery bombardment just now.

Ogura Yu was surrounded by fierce artillery fire, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

A fishy smell added more flavor to the smoke-filled battlefield.

Ogura Yu found that he wasn't the only one who had wet his pants.

Akiteru, one of the two in the same squad, had also peed his pants. He was the boldest person in the entire squad.

Usually, he was always at the front of the squad when doing anything.

He was also at the front of the charge today.

This discovery made Ogura Yu feel much better.

Then, in fear, Ogura Yu made a new discovery: he found that the brigade commander, Taihe Hui, was actually leading people to charge backward.

As a newcomer who had only joined the team for a month, he naturally had the awareness of a newcomer.

He immediately reversed his direction of advance and tried to charge backward, following the brigade commander, Taihe Hui.

Thanks to his youth and the fact that he had been a soccer player at school,

he charged much faster than ordinary soldiers.

Amid the artillery bombardment, he sprinted hard, just to rush in front of the brigade commander.

The newcomer's awareness made Ogura Yu understand that the brigade commander should not be at the very front when charging.

This dangerous position at the front should be for newcomers like himself.

Although Ogura Yu was afraid, he still sped up and surpassed the brigade commander, Taihe Hui.

The brigade commander, Taihe Hui, was momentarily angered, chasing after the deserters who had been blasted to pieces.

Now, seeing a soldier rushing past him, he couldn't let such a deserter go.

He shot Ogura Yu in the head without hesitation.

Ogura Yu's head was like a ripe watermelon, smashed open with a hammer.

Blood mixed with brain matter spurted out.

His body continued to rush forward for a few steps before stopping.

Captain Taihe Hui inadvertently turned his head and saw an astonishing scene: he didn't know when, but a large group of soldiers was following him.

They were all following his actions!

The extremely angry brigade commander, Taihe Hui, fired repeatedly.

Killing three and wounding four.

Like Ogura Yu, these soldiers didn't know why until their deaths.

Fortunately, at this time, the artillery fire finally stopped.

The angry roar of the brigade commander, Taihe Hui, was heard by the soldiers who were trying to stay away from their brigade commander: "Attack!

Attack for me!"

The eyes of these soldiers were innocent, and their expressions were bewildered.

These soldiers couldn't understand: brigade commander, you are running backward, and you want us to charge in the other direction.

Is this really appropriate?

Taihe Hui stopped at this time and finally realized the stupid thing he had done.

Penny wise, pound foolish!

Penny wise, pound foolish!

He should have let those deserters escape back; they would have faced a military court.

He didn't need to enforce the law at this time.

Now, to make up for it, brigade commander Taihe Hui turned around with difficulty in the confused gazes of hundreds of soldiers.

He waved the gun in his hand again: "Charge!"

He roared with all his might.

He tried his best.

It was just that the soldiers' movements of turning around were a little sluggish.

The pace of the charge forward was a little heavy.

Now they were at least two hundred meters away from the soldiers charging in the front.

Those soldiers who had been bathed in artillery fire and had luckily rushed out of the artillery bombardment.

Were being greeted by the rain of bullets fired by the Second Battalion soldiers.

Now that neither side had artillery support, and the attacking Japanese even lacked machine gun support.

The Second Battalion's machine guns kept firing, and those Japanese soldiers who had bravely charged finally succumbed.

They lay prostrate on the ground, trying to slowly crawl forward, using grenades to blow up the bunkers.

To be precise: to blow up the people inside the bunkers.

In the evening, the efforts of these Japanese soldiers seemed very pale and weak.

The Second Battalion commander directed several machine guns in the bunkers to continue suppressing the Japanese with firepower.

He himself rushed out of the bunkers and ordered loudly: "Everyone: prepare to charge!"

At this time, he had already seen hundreds of people rushing towards his line from the not-so-bright rear in the evening.

These people could not be the enemy; they were coming to support him.

The arrival of support at this time gave Zhang Jingwu even more confidence.

He was the first to stand up: "Brothers! Follow me!"

He was the first to rush out of the trenches.

More than two hundred "gan jun" (soldiers) stood up, jumped out of the trenches, and charged towards the Japanese soldiers who were crawling in front of them.

Those prostrate Japanese soldiers saw the defending soldiers suddenly launching a counter-charge.

They stood up in a panic; bayonet fighting could only be done standing.

Bayonet fighting while kneeling or squatting?

Didn't exist.

Just as the Second Battalion soldiers rushed out of the trenches, the soldiers of the Special Company and the artillery company directly under the division also rushed up.

A full five hundred or so defending soldiers were like five hundred or so fierce tigers.

Charging towards the battered Japanese soldiers in front.

At this time, squadron leader Sato Tetsu, who was far away from the battlefield, could no longer see the situation on the battlefield through his binoculars.

Night was falling!

The first wave of the bayonet fight in front of the Second Battalion's position was also coming to an end.

When the brigade commander, Taihe Hui, led the team back.

He saw the defending soldiers rushing out of the trenches while still on the way.

It was the same old trick!

Did they like bayonet fighting so much?

No matter how unfavorable the situation on the front line was, he had to finish the road he had chosen.

Brigade commander Taihe Hui urged the soldiers to charge faster and faster.

The soldiers who had charged up in the first wave could no longer hold on.

These soldiers, who had charged two hundred meters, were already out of breath before they even reached the battlefield.

Brigade commander Taihe Hui could finally relax a little.

The team he commanded, which had been tossing and turning, had finally caught up with the fighting in front.

Another fresh force joined the battle.

Now the strength of the two sides was balanced.

Although the soldiers under Taihe Hui had suffered heavy casualties in the artillery bombardment just now.

But the base number under him was so large, more than a thousand Japanese soldiers, even if half of them died, there were still more than six hundred left.

The Second Battalion, which was defending this line, had only two hundred or so, less than three hundred soldiers.

Lin Fan's Special Company had one hundred and seventy people, and Hua Yuande's artillery company had one hundred and thirty people.

Together, it was almost six hundred people.

Six hundred against six hundred, the numbers were still similar.

It was just that the morale of the two sides was completely different.

The defending soldiers were obviously in high spirits; they had witnessed the scene of the Japanese soldiers being blown to pieces.

Every soldier had a kind of frenzy in their hearts, a heroic ambition to kill all the Japanese soldiers in front of them.

The Japanese soldiers under Taihe Hui had long been half-hearted.

If it wasn't for the fact that brigade commander Taihe Hui's gun was ruthless against his own people.

These soldiers would have dispersed long ago.

Under such circumstances, the bayonet fight between the two sides had just begun.

Brigade commander Taihe Hui knew: it was over!

His soldiers, when they encountered the defending soldiers like fierce tigers descending the mountain, melted silently like ice cubes encountering hot water.

The assassination techniques that these soldiers had trained in peacetime were not even used to one-tenth of their potential.

Hua Yuande and the more than one hundred and thirty artillerymen under him had never fought a contact battle.

Let alone a bayonet fight.

If it hadn't been for Lin Fan and his Special Company, who had carried guns together and fired cannons together.

Hua Yuande would not have followed them to fight a bayonet fight.

There was no way around it; the artillery bombardments in the afternoon had changed his attitude towards Lin Fan from learning to admiration.

Lin Fan's team was charging, and he had to charge along with them no matter what.

If the Special Company was going to fight a bayonet fight, the artillery company would only follow them in a bayonet fight.

When the chest of the first Japanese soldier was stabbed by his bayonet.

The splashed blood smeared his hand.

Hua Yuande suddenly liked this kind of battle.

Feeling the blood on his hand still hot, his heart was also excited and hot.

He couldn't help but learn from the soldiers of the Special Company, shouting "Kill!" with every thrust of his bayonet.

This feeling was wonderful.

Brigade commander Taihe Hui, although he was not charging at the front, could also see the situation of the entire battlefield.

He saw his soldiers rapidly decreasing.

Rapidly decreasing!

This was a battle doomed to failure!

He had already made a judgment in his heart.

His mood was complicated; he wanted to die gloriously here.

But he also wanted to save his useful body, waiting for a comeback in the future.

Thinking about the scenery when he made a comeback!

Brigade commander Taihe Hui made another difficult decision: he turned around again and sprinted quickly to the rear.

There was only the first time and countless times for one person to run away.

The same was true for a team.

The Japanese soldiers who were charging at the forefront had to deal with the bayonets coming from the front and could not be distracted.

Those Japanese soldiers in the second and third echelons, who had not yet directly contacted the defending soldiers.

Had been paying attention to their brigade commander; there was a kind of anticipation in the eyes of these soldiers.

Anticipating the brigade commander's difficult decision!

When Taihe Hui turned around, agile soldiers immediately turned around with him.

When brigade commander Taihe Hui started to move, more soldiers behind him ran backwards in sync with him.

In this bayonet fight, the Second Battalion soldiers had charged out of their positions, chasing all the way to three hundred meters in front of the positions.

Only then did they return to their bunkers, collecting weapons and ammunition along the way.

This was a great victory.

Today was a great victory.

The Japanese would never reveal what Lin Fan and the others had done the night before.

Therefore, the officers and soldiers of the 128th Division would never know what had happened that night.

But what happened today was seen by everyone.

They now admired this small team that had run all the way from Jiangyin to the ground.

Especially the soldiers of the First and Second Battalions of the 763rd Regiment.

They had personally seen how the shells exploded with eyes in the middle of the Japanese army.

They had also personally witnessed how their shells blew up the Japanese machine gun positions with one shot.

These scenes had become the topic of discussion among the soldiers.

They had never thought that artillery was so powerful.

Especially the soldiers of the Second Battalion, they had not expected that the division commander's beloved, the brothers of the artillery company, were just as fierce when assassinating as they were.

Weren't they artillerymen? When did they start fighting bayonet fights like infantrymen?

This night was another peaceful night.

The soldiers of the Special Company returned to their camp. This time, Gu Jiaqi, the division commander of the 228th Division, personally asked his logistics officer to send half a pig to the Special Company.

At this time, this pork was more practical for the soldiers of the Special Company than any kind of commendation.

At the request of all the soldiers in the company, Lin Fan personally took charge of cooking braised pork to satisfy the cravings of the entire company.

This had become a habit: whenever there was good food, the soldiers of the Special Company would think of the company commander's cooking skills.

After eating a good meal, the soldiers of the Special Company began their daily literacy class again.

These soldiers who were attending the class did not notice Li Xian, the deputy company commander in the classroom.

Every time, he would talk a little about how every family had land, everyone had something to do, and everyone was equal.

When he said this a few days ago, the soldiers of the Special Company didn't feel anything.

Today was different: today they all saw how Company Commander Hua Yuande lectured the artillery company soldiers under him.

They immediately felt that equality between officers and soldiers seemed to be a good thing.

At least, like Company Commander Lin Fan, the Special Company had been established for almost twenty days, and he had not beaten a single soldier.

No comparison, no harm!

With the comparison, the soldiers of the Special Company suddenly felt that they were too happy.

Their enthusiasm for learning was even greater.

Lin Fan silently watched Li Xian explain the red ideology to these soldiers step by step, guiding them on a correct path.

He smiled with satisfaction. Niu Dongxing and the forty backbones were now on fire with the veterans of the Special Company.

Everyone had fought the defense battle together and marched together, and their relationship had long been unbreakable.

These backbones also talked about the careers they had done before coming to the Special Company from time to time in private.

How they were going to fight the local tyrants and evil gentry, distribute the land, and establish red bases.

Whenever they said this, there would always be a large group of people around, listening with relish.

The spring breeze turns into rain, silently moistening things!

Although the Special Company had fought for a day, Lin Fan still added physical training classes to everyone after the literacy class.

Without comparison, you can't see the difference.

Today, the soldiers of the Special Company fought together with the artillerymen of the division directly under the division and transferred positions together.

Although the techniques and skills of the soldiers of the artillery company directly under the 128th Division were indeed a little worse.

But these artillery company soldiers were also working hard to learn.