strictlysupreme Chapter 394 Intertwined
Chapter 394 Intertwined
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and shouts of killing intertwined and echoed throughout the night sky.
Li Yunlong held a Type 92 heavy machine gun, hid behind a large rock, and fired wildly at the charging Japanese troops.
"Damn it, come on! I can't kill you!" Li Yunlong cursed while shooting.
"Commander, there are too many Japanese devils. We can't hold on any longer!" At this time, a soldier ran over and reported.
"Don't be afraid! I'm not dead yet. If anyone dares to take a step back, I'll kill him!" Li Yunlong roared, "Hit them hard, and kill all these bastards until you use up your last bullet!"
"Yes!" The soldiers roared in unison, and the weapons in their hands spewed out even more fierce firepower.
However, the Japanese offensive was so fierce that although the soldiers of the independent regiment were brave and tenacious, they were outnumbered and gradually could not hold on.
"Captain, the Japs are coming!" a soldier shouted anxiously.
"Damn it, let's fight them!" Li Yunlong picked up a big knife and roared, "Kill them..."
At this moment, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard, followed by a familiar voice: "Lao Li, stop fighting, retreat quickly!"
Li Yunlong turned around and saw Kong Jie, along with the soldiers from the Second Battalion and the Special Forces Company, rushing out of the brick kiln factory, protecting Zhao Gang.
"Old Kong, why are you out? How is the political commissar?" Li Yunlong asked.
"Political Commissar is fine, let's retreat first, and I'll cover you here!" Kong Jie said.
"Okay!" Li Yunlong nodded. He knew that now was not the time to hesitate, so he immediately gave the order, "First Battalion, Third Battalion, cover the retreat!"
"Da da da......"
Kong Jie led the soldiers of the Second Battalion and the Special Forces Company to form a firepower network to cover the retreat of Li Yunlong, Zhao Gang and others.
"Old Kong, you kid, be careful!" Li Yunlong shouted loudly while retreating.
"Don't worry, Lao Li, I won't die!" Kong Jie laughed, and the machine gun in his hand spewed out angry flames.
However, at this moment, an accident happened...
The sudden gunshot made Kong Jie and Li Yunlong's faces change. They looked at each other and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.
"It seems that the Japs' reinforcements have arrived!" Li Yunlong spat and cursed, "These sons of bitches have sharper noses than dogs!"
"Brother Yunlong, you take your men to stop the Japanese reinforcements first, and I will take a company to rescue the political commissar first!" Kong Jie acted promptly and gave a decisive order.
"Captain, let me go and stop the Japanese. The task of rescuing the political commissar is left to you!" Li Yunlong was anxious. He didn't want to miss the opportunity to kill the Japanese.
"Shut up, kid! Follow my orders!" Kong Jie glared at Li Yunlong, and Li Yunlong had to shut up.
"Follow me!" Kong Jie waved his hand and led a group of soldiers to rush in the direction Zhang Ling pointed.
"Second Battalion, Third Battalion, follow me!" Li Yunlong did not hesitate and led the soldiers of the two battalions to rush towards the direction where the gunshots came from.
Zhang Ling was escorted by two soldiers and followed behind Kong Jie. He looked at this group of passionate soldiers and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.
He knew that these people were true heroes who would sacrifice their lives without hesitation for their country and nation.
And he, an ordinary person from later generations, actually had the opportunity to fight alongside these heroes, which made him feel extremely honored and proud.
On the eastern outskirts of Ping'an County, outside an abandoned brick kiln factory, a squad of Japanese soldiers was on high alert.
The squad leader, Lieutenant Ichiro Yamamoto, stood at the door of the brick kiln factory, holding a samurai sword, and watched the movements around him vigilantly.
"Report to the second lieutenant, no trace of the Chinese army was found!" A Japanese soldier ran up to Ichiro Yamamoto, stood at attention and saluted and reported.
"Baka! The Chinese army is cunning and cunning. We must be on guard against them!" Yamamoto Ichiro cursed and asked, "How are the prisoners?"
"Report to the lieutenant, the prisoners have been detained in the brick kiln factory and are under special guard!"
"Yoshi!" Yamamoto Ichiro nodded and said, "The Chinese army will definitely come to rescue their political commissar. We will wait for them here and give them a head-on blow!"
"Hay!" the Japanese soldiers responded in unison.
As the night deepened, the area around the brick kiln factory was completely silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects making the surrounding atmosphere even more eerie.
Kong Jie led a group of soldiers and sneaked to the outskirts of the brick kiln factory under the cover of night.
"First row, second row, encircle from both sides, third row follow me to attack from the front! Remember, we must fight quickly and rescue the political commissar!" Kong Jie ordered in a low voice.
"Yes!" the soldiers answered in a low voice.
A group of exhibitors dispersed and moved silently towards the brick kiln factory like a group of ghosts.
Zhang Ling was escorted by two soldiers, following behind Kong Jie. Although he had no professional military training, he knew that this was not the time to talk, so he could only try to lighten his steps to avoid making any noise.
The wall of the brick kiln factory was not high. Kong Jie took the lead in climbing up the wall. With the faint moonlight, he saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers patrolling in the yard.
"Prepare the grenades!" Kong Jie ordered in a low voice.
Several soldiers took grenades from their waists, pulled the fuses, and waited for Kong Jie's order.
"Throw!"
With Kong Jie's order, several grenades flew into the yard in an arc and exploded among the Japanese crowd.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A series of violent explosions broke the tranquility of the night, and the brick kiln factory suddenly became chaotic.
"kill!"
Kong Jie took the lead, jumped down from the courtyard wall with a group of soldiers, and rushed into the brick kiln factory.
"Da da da!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Intensive gunfire and explosions filled the night sky, and the brick kiln factory suddenly turned into a hell on earth.
Zhang Ling was stunned by the scene before him. He had never seen such a tragic battle scene.
The soldiers were fearless and brave, and fought bravely. Even when they were seriously injured, they still gritted their teeth and continued to fight.
Although the Japanese were well-armed and equipped, they were defeated step by step under the heroic attacks of the Eighth Route Army soldiers.
"Baga! The Chinese army is coming, shoot!"
Ichiro Yamamoto was awakened from his sleep and heard gunshots outside. He immediately realized what had happened.
He hurriedly grabbed his samurai sword and rushed out of the room, only to see his soldiers lying in a pool of blood one by one.
"Baga! You losers, hold on!" Ichiro Yamamoto brandished his samurai sword and yelled hysterically.
However, his shouts were soon drowned out by the sounds of gunfire and explosions.
Kong Jie led a group of soldiers and quickly reached the center of the brick kiln factory.
"political commissar!"
Kong Jie saw Zhao Gang who was imprisoned in the brick kiln factory at a glance.
Zhao Gang was also awakened by the gunshots outside. When he saw Kong Jie and Yilian Zhanshi, he was immediately excited.
"Lao Kong!"
"Commissar, we're here to rescue you!"
Kong Jie rushed to Zhao Gang and cut the ropes that tied him with a knife.
"Good boy, I knew you would come to save me!" Zhao Gang patted Kong Jie on the shoulder and said.
"Political Commissar, let's get out of here first!"
Kong Jie was supporting Zhao Gang and was about to leave when suddenly, Ichiro Yamamoto rushed out from the side and slashed at Zhao Gang with a knife.
"careful!"
Zhang Ling had been following Kong Jie. When he saw this scene, he was shocked. Without thinking, he rushed over and pushed Zhao Gang away.
"Pfft!"
The sharp samurai sword hit Zhang Ling's shoulder hard, and blood gushed out immediately.
"what!"
Zhang Ling let out a scream, fell to the ground, and covered his wound in pain.
"Little brother!"
Kong Jie and Zhao Gang were shocked when they saw this.
"Xiao Zhang!" Kong Jie roared, his eyes brimming with anger. The Mauser pistol in his hand sprayed out angry flames, smashing the remaining half of Yamamoto Ichiro's head into a rotten watermelon. Zhao Gang was also stunned by this sudden change. He never thought that this young man who was following behind him would rush to save him without hesitation.
"Xiao Zhang, how are you?" Zhao Gang hurriedly helped Zhang Ling up. He was pale, half of his body was stained with blood, and the wound on his shoulder was so deep that the bone was visible. It was a shocking sight.
"Political... Political Commissar, I'm fine..." Zhang Ling endured the severe pain and said with trembling lips, "Hurry, hurry up..."
"Leave? No one can leave today!" A fierce voice came from the gate of the brick kiln factory. A tall Japanese officer rushed in with a group of devil soldiers, holding guns.
"It's Yoshio Shinozuka!" Zhao Gang recognized the man at a glance and his face suddenly became solemn.
Yoshio Shinozuka, Lieutenant General of the Japanese North China Front Army, was known as the "Devil War God" and was a notorious ruthless character in the Japanese army. He was originally stationed in Taiyuan. When he heard that Ichiro Yamamoto's transport team was attacked by the Eighth Route Army, he immediately led his troops to support.
"Are you Kong Jie?" Shinozuka Yoshio stared at Kong Jie with a cold look, the command knife in his hand flashing with a cold light, "Yamamoto-kun is my old friend. You killed him, and I will make you pay with blood!"
"Stop talking nonsense, just fight if you want to!" Kong Jie was not afraid at all, he raised his gun and shot.
"Da da da!"
Intensive gunfire rang out and the brick kiln factory fell into chaos again.
"Old Kong, you take Xiao Zhang and go first, I'll cover you!" Zhao Gang knew that if he wanted to escape safely today, someone had to stay behind to cover them. However, he had a leg injury and could not move easily. Kong Jie was the leader of the independent regiment and could not let anything happen to him, so this important task had to fall on him.
"No, let's go together!" Kong Jie flatly refused.
"Old Kong, listen to me. I have a leg injury and can't run fast. You take Xiao Zhang with you. You still have a chance to break out!" Zhao Gang said, pushing Zhang Ling to Kong Jie. "Xiao Zhang, you are a good comrade. The life of the political commissar is in your hands. You must get out alive and drive the devils out of China!"
"Political Commissar..." Zhang Ling looked at Zhao Gang's determined eyes and felt deeply moved. He knew that it was useless for him to say anything now and he could only fight to the death to protect Zhao Gang and let him break out.