February 4, 1938 at 2:48 am.

The Japanese positions were all destroyed, and Hu Bagui's cavalry appeared again. As the Japanese army continued to fight, the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties and failed, and the defeat was decided.

Colonel Tagusawa Hachiro desperately pulled out his samurai sword and faced the soldiers rushing from all directions. Behind him, there were less than ten people.

"Put down your weapons, surrender and don't kill!"

"Baga Road!"

"I'm about to die, and I'm still cursing!" The sound of gun bolts tugging sounded around me, and hundreds of black muzzles pointed at Takami Hachiro and others.

"Don't move, this is a Japanese colonel. Haha, we are lucky. We captured a Japanese colonel alive!" A battalion commander suddenly discovered the military rank on the shoulder of Hachiro Takami and hurriedly shouted.

"Who of you speaks Japanese?"

Everyone looked at each other. Everyone was born in miserable origins. Even if they were literate, they had never learned Japanese dialect and they all lowered their heads.

"Don't anyone speak Japanese?" the battalion commander asked in distress.

"Battery Commander, what are you talking nonsense to them? Just catch the person and tie him back."

"Yes, ****, I'll kill you after killing so many of us..." The excited soldier rushed forward and was about to shoot.

"Kill him, kill him..."

The crowd became excited. Many of them had been in the prisoner camp. They saw their compatriots being killed by the Japanese with their own eyes, and their hearts were deeper than Jianghai.

"Whatever you do, what you do, what you yell, don't you have to clean the battlefield?"

"Appointment of the group!" Cheng Gang separated everyone and walked in.

"Colonel, regiment captain?" Cheng Gang was a little surprised. The commander of this Japanese army was actually a Japanese colonel. If he became a Japanese colonel, he would at least be the regiment captain.

It was a bit surprising that such a big fish was actually inserted in this battle.

"Name. Position?" Cheng Gang walked to Hachiro Takami and asked calmly in Japanese.

"How can the gentry class speak Japanese?"

"Tsk, you don't know. Our group came from Yasha. Everyone in Yasha can speak Japanese. This is called knowing oneself and knowing the enemy. Do you understand?"

"Awesome, so awesome..."

"Of course, the word "dai" in the Detuanzu will probably be removed soon..."

"Tanakami Hachiro. Captain of the 34th Infantry Regiment, 29th Brigade of the 3rd Division of the Imperial Japanese Army, with the rank of Colonel, who is your priest?" Taanakami Hachiro held a samurai sword in his hand and looked at Cheng Gang nervously.

"Cheng Gang, Lieutenant-Colin Commander of the 37th Brigade of the Newly-organized National Revolutionary Army!"

"..." Takami Hachiro was slightly stunned. It was obvious that he had never heard of this army number in his information, let alone the man Cheng Gang.

"I forgot to tell you that I am just a acting regiment commander, not formal yet." Cheng Gang added, "Can you put down your weapons and surrender?"

"No, the soldiers of my Great Japanese Empire will not surrender." Takami Hachiro roared, "Only the Yamato warriors who died in battle, no cowards who surrendered!"

"Since that's the case, there's nothing to say." Cheng Gang came over and knew it was the result. If the other party was not a Japanese colonel, he wouldn't bother to talk nonsense.

"This is a colonel, you can catch it back. That's a great achievement, and you can live as much as a dead one."

"It's worth a lot of money." Cheng Gang cursed, "If these deadly tough elements are caught, they will not only waste food. They also have to beware of the Japanese's rescue. They will kill them all."

"Yes, yes, what you said makes sense."

"If you want to die, die quickly, why are you standing there?"

"Don't your army execute us?"

"Execute you. Is bullets worth money? Do you don't need to kill people?" Cheng Gang sneered, "Hurry up and solve it yourself. Didn't you say that only Yamato warriors who died in battle and no cowards who surrendered? We Chinese are the most human. Since you all want to die generously, if we stop them, wouldn't we disrespect you?"

"Ah!" Tian Gu Hachiro roared at Cheng Gang, then his eyes were red, he grabbed the hilt of the knife, turned around, and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Colonel..."

"I'm still a little brave." Cheng Gang felt a little sorry for his enemy. Although he was an enemy, he still had to admire him. If he had been a military officer, he might not be able to do it.

Arida Hachiro was a role model, and the remaining Japanese soldiers either shot themselves or ended their lives with a knife, and none of them chose to surrender.

The scene was a bit shocking and terrifying!

A terrible nation, a terrible army!

"I saw that this is the Japanese soldiers. They don't even want their lives to enslave and invade other countries. Don't you think such a nation is scary?" Cheng Gang said.

It’s so scary. The ancients said, “You will be killed and benevolent, but why are these people doing this? For the distorted beliefs and the so-called Bushido spirit?

"We don't want to enslave and invade others, but others don't want to invade and enslave us. Therefore, justice will surely defeat evil. No matter how powerful or terrible they are, they will fail!"

"Sweep the battlefield and bury this Hachiro Takami alone. Just bury it here. Apart from the spoils, don't move his personal clothes." Cheng Gang ordered.

Victory!

Caotou Mountain was boiling, and shouts were everywhere.

The Caotoushan Victory can be regarded as the first time that the frontal battlefield has been wiped out by all Japanese troops since the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, and no one missed the net, creating no.1 in the history of the Anti-Japanese War.

Of course, the most dazzling thing in the middle is the huge effectiveness generated by the first joint combat of the infantry and artillery cavalry.

The timing is good, the commander is good, and the soldiers are good at fighting.

"Okay, okay, very good, count the casualties, add the fourth regiment to stay and clean the battlefield, and the rest of the troops quickly return to the Taiping Gate!" Leng Feng was very happy when he received a call from Xie Jiyuan. Although it was a little later than the scheduled time, he finally completely ate the Japanese army.

The National Saving Master Command was filled with joy. This was the hardest and most beautiful battle that the National Saving Master had fought since the war started, and it also proved itself to the world that the National Saving Master was a unit that could fight tough battles, and it also showed the confidence and strength of the National Saving Master.

At the same time, the division headquarters of the Japanese Third Division was in a bleak state. Ten minutes ago, a farewell message signed by Colonel Hachiro Tagumi was sent to Lieutenant General Fujita.

This means that the troops given to him by Hachiro Takami have reached the verge of life and death.

It's only six hours passed, how could this happen? It's an elite Japanese infantry brigade, which is also equipped with such a powerful and aggressive force. In field battles, you can get one to ten, so how can you lose?

Fujita Jin was red in his eyes and was extremely frustrated. He could not accept such a failure anyway.

"Where is the Cavalry Federation, where has the Cavalry Federation been?"

"Xingshan Zhongzuo reported that they had passed through Yaohua Gate and were moving rapidly towards the fork in the road!" The adjutant reported uneasy.

"Bastard, waste..." Fujita kicked the coal ball stove with water in front of him to the ground.

"Secretary Commander, don't be angry, the most important thing now is how to remedy it." Chief of Staff Tian Yuanlixiong hurriedly persuaded. It would be useless to get angry at this time.

"How to remedy it, can it be remedy?"

"As long as we can take down the Taiping Gate, the Chinese army can only take a detour back to the city, which will give us less than two hours." Tian Yuanlixiong said, "In these two hours, we can put all our strength into the city and attack the defense line of the Chinese army. If we can break through the defense of the Chinese army in one fell swoop, that is the best. Even if we can't do it, we can still occupy a large area of ​​the city. What do you think?"

"Yes, this is a solution. If the Ninth Division cooperates together, they may be able to fight to the end. Hurry up and send a telegram to General Shintoki Hata immediately and tell him our thoughts. Ask him to order the Ninth Division to cooperate and act together!" Fujita Jin seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and quickly ordered it.

"Hay, I will send a telegram to the Commander."

After a series of defeats, Shinroku Hata doubted whether the combat effectiveness of the Imperial Army had become poor. After receiving a telegram from Fujita, he suddenly became hesitant.

Now it seems that Fujita Jin has made a little desperate. If he cannot achieve his goal, tens of thousands of soldiers from the two master regiments will be deeply trapped in the quagmire of Nanjing.

In just two days, the two master teams lost more than 12,000 people. The death toll accounted for more than half. As for the other party, from the battlefield, the number of people was far lower than that of one party.

There has never been a strange phenomenon since the war between China and Japan started. The war losses of the Chinese army are actually lower than those of the Japanese side, and it is still so low, which is simply unreasonable.

"Agree with Fujita's request and order the 9th Division to cooperate with his actions." After careful consideration, Hata Shunrok still agreed to Fujita's desperate approach.

After all, the three-day deadline given by the base camp will be the third day tomorrow. If you can't take Nanjing, everyone will be in trouble.'

"Hey, hey, Deputy Commander Leng, the Japanese army was as crazy as they attacked Taiping Gate. We could hardly bear it..."

"If you can't hold it, you have to push it. At least give me another two hours!" Leng Feng hung up the phone in anger.

"Wei Quan, call a platoon and follow me to Taiping Gate!" Leng Feng grabbed a coat, carried his own sniper rifle, and ordered.

"Leng Feng, stop!" Qiu Qingquan called Leng Feng.

"Master, at this time, I have to go to the frontline. I am worried that Lao Ju can't stop it. Once Taiping Gate, Lao Xie and the others will have to take a detour back to the city, which will delay at least four hours." Leng Feng said.

"You are the commander, not an ordinary soldier. If you go, what if there is a mistake?" Qiu Qingquan asked.

"I know that my position is not at the forefront, but at this time, only our commander can give the officers and soldiers the greatest courage and encouragement." Leng Feng was not a hot-headed moment.

"But what should you do with your safety?" Qiu Qingquan also knew that Leng Feng's words were not bad.

"My safety is not a problem. Besides, I am taking a guard platoon. I have been in my own defense zone all the way." Leng Feng said, "You don't know my skills. The Japanese cannot kill me."

"Don't show off when encountering problems. Your safety is more important than a Taiping Sect. At worst, we will retreat to Jiangbei now. This is not embarrassing." Qiu Qingquan knew that he couldn't stop him, and he might not be able to compare with Leng Feng.

Leng Feng is the spiritual symbol of the capital's national rescue. When he went, his encouragement to the officers and soldiers was absolutely extraordinary.

(To be continued.)
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