Bright Sword: Flesh and Blood Military Industrial Base

Chapter 31 I've struck it rich

Yang Zheng charged down the hillside like a tiger, followed by the soldiers of the fire support platoon, each one as fierce as a wolf, with bloodshot eyes, as if they wanted to devour people.

Or rather, the Japanese devils, in their eyes at this moment, were delicious prey.

"Pfft..."

With a swift swing of his broadsword, Yang Zheng cleaved a Japanese soldier blocking his path, leaving him bleeding profusely. He then kicked the soldier to the ground before stepping over him without hesitation.

The fallen Japanese soldiers naturally had their lives ended by the soldiers behind them.

At this moment, Ikeuchi Hide was in utter despair. Looking at the almost one-sided situation after the Eighth Route Army's fresh troops joined in, he understood that the situation was beyond saving.

But it's impossible to get him to accept his fate, and there might still be a chance for things to turn around.

Before setting off, he ordered troops to be deployed from two strongholds, including Xiaowangzhuang. They must have heard the commotion there. If they hold out for a while, things will surely change.

But almost as soon as he had this thought, he suddenly heard the faint sound of gunfire in the distance.

"Baka!!"

Ikeuchi Hideyuki cursed angrily. He knew very well that these gunshots were definitely from troops that the Eighth Route Army had arranged in advance to block reinforcements.

The good news is that the gunfire wasn't too intense, which means that the Eighth Route Army's blocking force wasn't too large, and Fukuhara and his men might be able to break through this obstacle soon.

Unable to resist this hope, she shouted, "Everyone hold the line! Reinforcements are on their way!"

His words gave the Japanese soldiers hope and helped restore their morale.

Nobody wants to die, so the only thing we can do now is to hold on until reinforcements arrive.

This brought a little more trouble to the Eighth Company, but it was only trouble.

Currently, the ratio of their troop strength is six to four, with the Eighth Route Army having about 60 men, while the Japanese only have about 40 left.

In this extremely short period of time, nearly 40 Japanese soldiers had died, while the Eighth Company also suffered 20 casualties.

However, this ratio kept changing. The Eighth Company, with its large number of men, and with the veterans and Japanese soldiers at the same level in bayonet fighting, became the sharp blade that broke the deadlock with Luo Dashan and his eight big sword squads.

A large, gleaming sword, and eight men, like eight sharp blades, led the soldiers in relentless breakthroughs and cuts down the stubborn Japanese soldiers.

Beside Yang Zheng were Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan, who were the sharpest spearheads. All the Japanese soldiers who dared to stand in their way fell at their feet, becoming stepping stones for their advancement.

Soon, Yang Zheng spotted a Japanese officer holding a sword. He narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the officer's shoulder insignia, realizing that this man was the highest-ranking commander of the Japanese unit.

"Kill him! Leave this bastard to me!" Yang Zheng pointed his broadsword and charged straight at Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan without waiting for their reply.

Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan exchanged a glance and tacitly took turns flanking Ikeuchi Ishii, facing off against the other Japanese soldiers around Ikeuchi Ishii.

Yang Zheng pounced like a cheetah, his broadsword flashing with a bright, cold light as he cleaved straight at Chi Neijing Xiu's face.

Despite his surprise, Ikeuchi Hideki remained calm, gripping his military knife tightly with both hands and meeting the attack in a standard stabbing and parrying stance.

"Clang—!" The metal clashed, sparks flew.

Ikeuchi Hideki was strong enough to barely hold on, but his feet involuntarily took a half step back.

Yang Zheng's momentum was not yet exhausted. With a flick of his wrist, the blade slid down along the opponent's blade, changing from a slash to a sweep, aiming straight for the abdomen inside the pool.

He was horrified and retreated quickly, parrying with his saber, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Before he could catch his breath, Yang Zheng stepped forward, his broadsword drawing a fierce arc as it slashed down from above with the force of a thunderbolt!

Ikeuchi Hide gritted his teeth and raised his sword to parry. With a "crack," the steel-forged officer's sword broke open, and the force of the impact caused his hand to split open, almost causing him to drop the sword.

Yang Zheng, having gained the upper hand, pressed his advantage. Taking advantage of their wide-open defenses, he swept across with a blade as swift as lightning!

With a muffled "thud," the blade grazed the neck.

Ikeuchi Ikeuchi's eyes widened as his head separated from his body, hot blood spurting more than ten feet from his cavity.

The head, wearing an officer's cap, rolled several times on the ground, covered in dust, frozen in its final horror and resentment.

"The Japanese captain is dead, and they are leaderless. Kill them all, don't let them escape!" Yang Zheng shouted loudly, raising his broadsword after only one glance.

"The Japanese commander is dead!"

"The company commander killed the Japanese captain, we can't fall behind, kill!!"

"Kill them all! Kill them all!"

The soldiers' morale soared, and with the thought that they could not hold their company commander back, they fought as if they didn't care about their lives, ignoring the Japanese bayonets and wanting to kill them.

For a moment, the Japanese soldiers panicked. Their survival instinct made them instinctively retreat to block, but how could they be as fast as the soldiers who were fighting to the death?

"Pfft..."

The sounds of bayonets piercing flesh and broadswords chopping bones were incessant, and the agonizing screams of the Japanese soldiers echoed in the air.

The advantage snowballed and expanded rapidly. In less than ten minutes, only a few Japanese soldiers were left, fleeing in despair, their weapons long since discarded.

Just as Zhao Dahu was about to lead his men in pursuit, Yang Zheng stopped him.

"Don't chase. We have a more important task. Immediately arrange for people to rescue the wounded! Luo Dashan, your support platoon, return immediately with firepower. We'll support the third platoon."

"yes!"

"yes!"

Zhao Dahu and Luo Dashan quickly issued orders, which were urgent but orderly.

The soldiers of the first and second platoons quickly helped the wounded comrade to the side and provided emergency first aid.

Meanwhile, the fire support platoon quickly returned to the hillside, grabbed their light machine guns and grenade launchers, and immediately rushed back.

At this moment, Yang Zheng's attention was drawn to a Type 92 heavy machine gun.

A Japanese soldier's corpse lay on the heavy machine gun, with faint flames burning on the remaining clothing of the body.

But the heavy machine gun doesn't seem to be broken?

Yang Zheng kicked the Japanese soldier's corpse aside, then squatted down and carefully examined it. A look of sudden wealth appeared on his face.

"That damn Yu Dahai, I didn't expect him to be so accurate, he didn't blow up my heavy machine gun!" Yang Zheng laughed, overjoyed.

You see, when the battle started, he saw grenades landing next to the heavy machine gun, and in his mind, he had already sentenced the heavy machine gun to death.

Unexpectedly, things turned out alright, and the problem wasn't serious. Overjoyed, I couldn't help but swear.

Yu Dahai and his three companions, carrying four grenade launchers, were about to rush over to tell Yang Zheng the good news, but they stopped in their tracks upon hearing these words.

"Company Commander...it was your order!" Yu Dahai said, sounding somewhat aggrieved.

"Uh..." Yang Zheng turned his head awkwardly, but then his face hardened. "What's wrong with the orders I gave? I told you to kill the Japanese, not blow up the heavy machine gun. Go back and give me extra training!"

"Yes……"