Chapter 33 They don't know--

Every charge on the battlefield killed many people. Charge is the most powerful weapon for soldiers. It is greater than artillery aircraft and any modern weapon. The more fierce the battle is, the more decisive the charge is.

The officers and soldiers wearing lye-soaked protective masks kept charging. When they charged in the trenches shrouded in yellow-green smoke, they kept clearing the road ahead with submachine guns. The charge that might have caused many people to lose their lives turned into a one-sided massacre.

At the moment when a figure flashed out of the smoke in front of him, Zhao Puzhi straightened the bayonet and stabbed the bayonet into the enemy's chest with a non-standard sudden stab. On the ground of yellow-green smoke, thousands of navy blue bodies were struggling there, and their mouths were shouting words that the soldiers could not understand.

There is no need for mercy on the battlefield. When the first wave of assault troops crossed the second line of defense of the Japanese army and approached Fushun, the soldiers of the successor troops, wearing wet masks on their faces, harvested their lives with bayonets in the smoke.

"Zi..."

The sound of all the meat being pierced echoed over the battlefield with the screams of the soldiers. Perhaps at this time, killing those soldiers who struggled on the ground and gasped, but still had a dark face, was a manifestation of the pity of the soldiers.

On the ground, there were not only the corpses of Japanese soldiers, but also the corpses of some hares that were killed by poison gas. Some hares jumped up and jumped, but fell on the ground without jumping out a few steps.

After stabbing the bayonet into the body of a Japanese soldier again, Zhao Puzhi, who felt a little sore in his arms, sat in the Japanese army's trench and gasped heavily. The mask soaked in lye made it a little difficult for him to breathe. At this time, the poison gas in the trench had faded a lot. He looked at the muddy trenches under his feet and in the trenches. The mud water turned red and black, and even the soil turned red and black.

"This is stained with blood!"

Zhao Puzhi said to himself, "Ban commander, how many Japanese soldiers have you stabbed..."

How many Japanese soldiers have you stabbed? Ten? Twenty? ? At this time, Zhao Puzhi realized a problem. He didn't remember how many Japanese soldiers he had killed at all, just like his father killed pigs. Several pig killers could remember how many pigs he had killed. When this idea came up in his mind, Zhao Puzhi was happy.

Kill the pig... Look at the bodies of the Japanese soldiers on the ground, and then look up at the bayonet of the gun. The blood formed a red blood scar on the body of the bayonet, and there was a crack on the blood scar. How many people's blood is this blood?

"I found a joint wing command post over there, and many people are lively there!"

The shouts not far away made Zhao Puzhi and several war people run there. They stood outside the door of the underground bunker and looked in. The area of the command post was not large, only the size of a room, but in that room, there were several officers who had been squeezed. In addition to collecting military maps and various documents, those soldiers The officials are rummaging through the boxes and looking for something.

"Here and there!"

Suddenly, there was a surprise shout in the bunker. A soldier turned out a black wooden stick from under the bed. One end of the stick was wrapped in white cloth, and on the wooden stick, there was also a string of purple spikes. The spikes were not long, and a string of cut spikes were turned out under the bed.

Taking the stick from the soldier's hand, the officer looked at it carefully and shouted softly.

"No flag crown! Keep looking!"

After a while, a golden flag was found in the pocket of a dead Japanese soldier. "Brothers, do you know what this is?"

The officer put the crown of the ** royal flag back on the flagpole, raised it and asked loudly. The soldiers looked at a loss.

"This is the wing flag given by the Japanese emperor. We have captured the wing flag of the 43rd wing of the Japanese army!"

The officers who walked out of the command post shouted loudly. The soldiers around him were stunned at first. The flag realized what it was. As soldiers, they knew very well the important surname of the flag. Whether it was the restoration army in the past or the guards after the establishment of the empire, the flag was a great one in the army. It is important to select one of the best second lieutenant officers in the regiment as the flag bearer, and set up a special flag guard platoon to protect it. The capture of a Japanese flag meant that the 43rd Wing of the Japanese Army was completely annihilated by them.

"Brothers, now the 43rd Wing no longer exists!"

Gunshots and excited shouts sounded on the battlefield. The excited soldiers shouted and fired guns in the air. These troops from the northwest tasted the taste of national victory for the first time, which was much sweeter than any victory.

When the officers and soldiers of the 31st Division seized a military flag, the 28th Division continued to launch a fierce attack on the Japanese army, which had completely lost its resistance. With the order was issued, the cavalry division, which had been waiting for a long time, immediately attacked the army in depth. Their goal was Fushun.

The cavalry in the first division shouted "Forward!" Hit Fushun City and annich the Yalu River Army!" At the time of the slogan, outside a village only eight kilometers away from the first line of defense of the Japanese army, there was a little sadness on the faces of Shigeo Irashima, the commander of the 11th Division in the forest, and Hikaru Tsuchiya, the chief of staff.

Lost! The defeat was very tragic. The strong brigade of the four countries completely lost its two defense lines in just ten minutes, and even did not rush to counterattack. The defense line was easily disintegrated under the attack of poison gas.

"Marugame United and Tokushima United have not been able to get in touch, and it is not known whether their military flag has been destroyed!"

When Yoshio Shirakawa reported the news of the 12th and 43rd squads, Shigeo Samura and Tsuchiyamura looked at each other. They both knew that they could no longer drag it off, so they walked towards the wing flag guard that had been lined up a few meters away.

Tengcun went to the captain of the flag guard and stroked the 44th and 22nd flags in the hands of the captain with white gloves. After the two regimental flags were the first line of defense were conquered, the two wing captains ordered the flag guard to ride a horse and send the flag to the division headquarters. They didn't even have enough time to hold the burning ceremony. .

Putting down the military flag tassel in his hand, the mackerel island sighed heavily, "Mr. Tsuchiya, have you reported to the commander of Kawamura that the army of the 12th and 43rd joints is unknown?"

"Yes, your Excellency, division commander!"

Shigeo Onijima nodded. He had sent a reserve team to counterattack the assault force of the Chinese army, and the time was still in a hurry.

"Let's start! Major Yoshida!"

"Yes! "Your Excellency!"

Major Yoshida, who held the flag, then turned around and stood under the guard of the flag bearer. He walked to the high platform made of ammunition boxes a few meters away and walked to Shigeo Sabashima, Tsuchiya Muramitsu and all the officers and soldiers present to salute the military flag. After the military salute lasted for three seconds, he said "the salute" with Shigeo Samurashima.

The ** imperial flag crown of General Yoshida's flag holding the flag was taken down, and then the military flag was taken down the salute platform. The general's flag was given to the commander of the division with both hands. Shigeo of the military flag, who took over, only felt that the military flag in his hand was heavy.

"All newly formed infantry and cavalry regiments of the army must be awarded the military flag by the emperor as the core of the unity of the army. The spirit of the military flag is incomparable!"

The military flag was personally awarded by the emperor, but today he became the first commander in the Imperial Army to carry out the flag burning ceremony. With a solemn expression, he held the military flag with a trace of sad and respectful hands to put it in the burning Taihong before he stepped back three steps and pulled out his finger under the command knife and stood down. He was for himself. Confession of incompetence.

A few seconds later, Shigeo Samejima, who put down his hand, stepped forward and put the flags of the two coalitions on the burning platform. After paying tribute again, Shigeo Samejima clenched his fists and raised his arms at the same time.

"Emperor's class!"

"Emperor's class!"

After the soldiers in the line up shouted "Long live the Emperor" with the commander of the division, Shigeo Samurashima just lit the burning platform and watched the military flag turn into ashes with the fire.

After the burning ceremony, Shigeo Sashima handed over two ** imperial flag crowns to Chief of Staff Tsuchiya Murahikari.

"Please, please bring back the flag crown seat belt!"

"Please rest assured, Master!"

After the two bowed to each other, Tsuchiya Murakami jumped on the war horse and ran towards Fushun under the escort of the escort, while Shigeo of the mackerel island pulled out the command knife and looked at the officers and soldiers who participated in the burning ceremony.

"Now, it's time to be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor! I hope that you will serve the country with the heart of nine deaths, fight loyally and bravely, and wash the shame of burning the military flag with our blood!"

"Hi!"

Most of the soldiers who participated in the burning ceremony were the logistics of the division. They did not have weapons. At this time, the only thing they had was courage. Although they were also afraid of the yellow and deadly smoke, these burning shame made them almost brave. With the division commander, they went to the Chinese army together. The assault force launched a counterattack.

Zhao Sheng, exhausted, looked at the hellish battlefield in front of him. He stepped on the soft blood mud under his legs. Just a few minutes ago, he saw his heroism, more than 3,000 soldiers, most of whom launched a counterattack against them like crazy. Most of them did not The weapon, the sudden counterattack, almost caught Zhao Sheng and others off guard and almost withdrew one or two hundred meters. Finally, under the strafing of the machine gun, those who fell down.

But at this time, he stepped on the middle of these corpses and watched his comrades-in-arms end the lives of those wounded soldiers with bayonets. Stepping on the scarlet blood, Zhao Sheng lowered his head and walked to a blown tree not far away. He was so tired that he could not walk. He sat down under the tree, leaned his back against the tree, and looked at the one not far away. The Japanese officer kneeling there with a saber was a general. His navy blue military uniform was stained black by blood. He knelt there like a sculpture.

"These are me!"

There was a voice behind Zhao Sheng. He turned his head and looked. Somehow, the regimental commander also sat beside him. The regimental commander took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Zhao Sheng. He ordered another one himself. Zhao Sheng took a cigarette, and then took the regimental commander's words and said.

"Do they not know that their bodies can't stop bullets?"

(to be continued)