Chapter 492: Just in Time

As both sides kept falling, only Battalion Commander Zhang remained of the Northeast Army, while two Japanese Army soldiers remained.

Battalion Commander Zhang used the broadsword in his hand to hack down five little devils in a row, and his military uniform was also dyed red by the blood of the Japanese Army.

Now, everyone's gaze had fallen upon Battalion Commander Zhang and the two Japanese Army soldiers!

Battalion Commander Zhang picked up a Type 38 Rifle to support his body and recover his strength, but his eyes were constantly observing the situation of the two little devils in secret.

The two little devils looked at each other, then both moved at the same time and ran toward Battalion Commander Zhang.

Seeing the weary look on Battalion Commander Zhang's face, they felt that now was a good opportunity to attack; the two of them yelled and waved the Type 38 Rifles in their hands to stab at Battalion Commander Zhang's body!

He shouted, "I don't want to die, I want to go home... I want to go home..."

The Japanese Army soldiers who had gone prone quickly got up, and everyone ran forward rapidly; taking advantage of this gap, Battalion Commander Zhang quickly fired all the bullets in the Type 38 Rifle.

"Boom— boom—"

"Da-da-da!! —"

Battalion Commander Zhang immediately returned the salute: "9th War Zone, 91st Division of the directly subordinate troops of the War Zone, Zhang Yunfei!"

Battalion Commander Zhang waved his hand: "It's nothing!"

The retreating little devil, looking at this man before him who was like a fierce tiger, and then looking at his companion who had fallen to the ground and was no longer breathing, actually felt a bit of fear in his heart.

After looking, Battalion Commander Zhang took his rifle and continued walking toward the trench, and the Japanese Army did not fire at Battalion Commander Zhang either.

A battalion commander came before Battalion Commander Zhang, "I am Li Jie of the New 144th Division, 22nd Group Army, Second Route Army of the Sichuan Army, ordered to reinforce the Biandanshan Position."

Songdao Hao threw away the Type 38 Rifle in his hand and ran toward the ranks; seeing this scene, a look of great surprise appeared on Battalion Commander Zhang's face.

Soon, Battalion Commander Zhang heard a roar coming from the rear, "Brothers, charge for me, reinforce the 91st Division of the Northeast Army!"

Battalion Commander Zhang arrived at the front-line position and quietly took a look outside, only to see a squad of the Japanese Army, in combat formation, constantly moving forward.

A chill suddenly rose from the soles of Songdao Hao's feet and rushed into his internal organs; his legs trembled constantly, and Songdao Hao suddenly thought of his companion calling for his mother before he died.

When Battalion Commander Zhang turned his head, he happened to see the Japanese Army officer put away his gun and shout something; although he did not know what the little devil was shouting, based on his understanding of the Japanese Army.

At the same time the gunshot rang out, dozens of devil soldiers went prone simultaneously; the series of gunshots the Japanese Army expected did not come.

The sound of breaking air came; this was the sound of artillery fire. Battalion Commander Zhang was very familiar with artillery sounds; these were the 82mm mortars and 60mm mortars of the Republic of China Army.

Only hearing a "Crack!" sound, a huge gash was slashed into this little devil's neck by Battalion Commander Zhang; the little devil immediately dropped the Type 38 Rifle in his hand and covered the wound on his neck with both hands.

Battalion Commander Zhang was very clear about the marksmanship of the little devils—they hit whatever they aimed at; he looked back and saw the Japanese Army soldier who had just been bayonet fighting with him fall headlong.

After Tang saluted Battalion Commander Zhang, he also took out a Hand Grenade, and the remaining wounded soldiers also took out Hand Grenades and Explosives.

The vanguard troops of the Sichuan Army soon arrived at the front-line position; Light and Heavy Machine Gun Firepower Points were set up, and Crossfire swept across the Japanese Army.

Battalion Commander Zhang looked back and discovered a large number of Sichuan Army soldiers wearing gray uniforms and M35 Steel Helmets rushing up!

Leading the charge of the Sichuan Army were ten Czech Light Machine Guns, followed closely by rows of Submachine Guns!

Bursts of explosions rang out, and the charging troops of the Japanese Army were soon suppressed by the artillery fire of the Republic of China Army; in this round of shelling, about a hundred little devils fell.

Added to the fallen Japanese Army, Battalion Commander Zhang speculated that it must have been words like coward, weakling, or unworthy of being an Imperial Warrior.

Seeing that Battalion Commander Zhang was covered in blood, Tang felt a bit anxious.

"Lao Zhang, are you alright!?"

The fear of death continued to spread in his heart!

Suddenly, a series of sharp whistling sounds came from the sky!

"Whew-whew-whew!! —"

"This blood is all the devils', I don't have a single injury."

One of the little devils stabbed at Battalion Commander Zhang's chest; Battalion Commander Zhang performed a pivot, shifted his center of gravity to his right foot, leaned his body, and dodged the Japanese Army's thrust toward his chest.

Machine Gun firepower and Submachine Gun firepower began to sweep toward the retreating Japanese Army, and the little devils fell into pools of blood one after another.

Seeing the Japanese Army retreat, Battalion Commander Zhang exhaled a breath of turbid air; reinforcements had come, it must be reinforcements!

"Run faster, charge up and kill the devils for me!"

At first, seeing this little devil shout, Battalion Commander Zhang thought he was preparing to attack and got ready for combat; he did not expect this devil soldier to actually throw away the rifle in his hand and run.

The vanguard of the Japanese Army was less than one hundred meters from the front-line position; Battalion Commander Zhang took out the Type 38 Rifle in his hand and aimed at a devil soldier.

Just in this flash of lightning, Battalion Commander Zhang swung the broadsword in his hand and hacked at the little devil's neck.

After speaking, Battalion Commander Zhang checked the bullets in his rifle, counted them, and there were five bullets left; Battalion Commander Zhang picked up the rifle: "Tang, I'm going to the front first."

"The devils are probably about to come up!"

He threw away the rifle and took out the broadsword again; Battalion Commander Zhang took a deep breath, just as he was preparing to get up and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the Japanese Army.

The intense artillery fire made the charging Japanese Army dare not continue the attack; they began to retreat one after another and ran down the mountain.

Returning to the trench, Battalion Commander Zhang came to Tang's side.

"In this life, we couldn't have a good, hearty drink; in the next life, we must drink to our heart's content."

The leading Japanese Army squad leader's eyes rolled, and he soon understood; he shouted: "Charge!"

It was just a pity that the wound was large, and the little devil could not cover it at all; his figure swayed, and he could no longer stand, followed by a "Boom" as he fell.

Battalion Commander Zhang picked up two Type 38 Rifles and began to walk toward the trench; suddenly, a gunshot rang out!

Battalion Commander Zhang's eyes trembled; he carefully looked at his own body, checking for wounds, and discovered there were no wounds, nor was there any place that hurt!

"This little devil's marksmanship is quite accurate, how did he miss?"

However, Battalion Commander Zhang could not understand; he saw the fallen devil's body twitch violently a few times before it stopped moving; Battalion Commander Zhang immediately turned around and kicked the little devil behind him.

"Battalion Commander Li, hello!"

"Hey... little devil!" Battalion Commander Zhang called out to the devil soldier in front of him who was trembling all over.

A whip kick swept across the little devil's waist; the huge force made the little devil in front of him retreat several steps violently before he could unload the force from his body.

"There is only one person left on the Republic of China Army's position!"

Songdao Hao came to his senses and saw this Republic of China officer looking at him like a tiger watching its prey; in his eyes, a thick killing intent was revealed.

The one who fired the shot was a Japanese Army officer, and in his hands, he held a Type 38 Rifle!

"Battalion Commander Zhang, hello!"

After the little devil fell to the ground, blood bubbles kept emerging from his mouth, and "puchi... puchi..." sounds rang out incessantly; he was shouting something in Japanese with the little strength he had left in his mouth.

"Bang! Bang!" With a sound, a little devil fell to the ground!

"Battalion Commander Zhang, you have worked hard; we arrived late!"

Zhang Yunfei gripped Li Jie's hand: "You didn't arrive late, you came at just the right time... just the right time..."

(End of this chapter)