bookcurios Chapter 720: The Entire Army Was Annihilated and a Heavy Blow
Chapter 720: The Entire Army Was Annihilated and a Heavy Blow
On this battlefield shrouded in smoke and flames, the Chinese army was chasing the defeated Fuso soldiers like cheetahs. Their steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to announce the approach of victory. The Fuso soldiers who were being hunted were terrified and fled in all directions, but no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the fate of being surrounded and suppressed.
In this game of chasing and killing, some Fuso soldiers finally realized the despair. They gave up the idea of escaping, their legs went soft, they knelt on the ground, raised their hands high, and uttered begging words, hoping to get forgiveness from the Chinese army.
However, the cruelty of the battlefield far exceeded their imagination. Facing these surrenderers, the Chinese soldiers did not hesitate or show any mercy. They swung their swords coldly, and the sharp blades cut through the air, making a sharp whistle, followed by the sound of heavy flesh falling to the ground, announcing the disappearance of another life. This scene was repeated over and over again.
On the other hand, after witnessing the tragic plight of their companions, some Fuso soldiers were filled with anger and despair. They knew that there was no hope of escape, and they did not want to be captured and humiliated, so they chose another more extreme way - to die together with the enemy.
These soldiers shouted the slogan "Be loyal to the Emperor" with a determined light in their eyes. They tightly grasped the grenades in their hands, which were their last weapons and glory. With a loud "bang", the grenades exploded around them, and the strong shock wave instantly tore the surrounding space into pieces.
Fire, smoke and blood intertwined to form a shocking picture. In this moment of life and death, these Fuso soldiers tried to seek a little comfort and dignity in despair at the cost of their own lives.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in this extreme emotion, and the air was filled with thick blood and despair.
Wei Hu, the battle-hardened division commander, rushed to the front line like a tiger descending from a mountain. His figure was particularly eye-catching on the battlefield filled with smoke. His eyes were like torches, staring at the panicking Fuso soldiers in front of him. They were obviously caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, fell to the ground, and frantically tried to change bullets, preparing for their final struggle.
"Little devils, your doom has come!" Wei Hu growled, his voice full of unquestionable majesty and murderous intent. He held the devil-headed broadsword that had seen countless battles tightly in both hands, the blade gleaming with cold light, as if it could reflect the fear in the enemy's heart.
In a few breaths, Wei Hu had already strode towards the Fuso soldiers. They looked up and saw a dark shadow looming over them, their eyes full of despair and fear. Wei Hu did not hesitate at all, the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand turned into a silver lightning, cutting through the air cleanly and neatly, accompanied by a few crisp metal collision sounds, and the lives of the Fuso soldiers were harvested in an instant. Their bodies fell down weakly, and the last light in their eyes went out.
This scene seemed to inject infinite strength into the soldiers of the 101st Division. Seeing this, their morale instantly reached the extreme, shouting and charging one after another, as if they wanted to vent their long-suppressed anger and hatred at this moment. They followed Wei Hu's footsteps and rushed towards the enemy like a tide, vowing to completely wipe out these invaders who had committed countless crimes on Chinese soil.
At this moment, a Fuso soldier knelt down in the chaos. He was in tattered clothes, his face was bloody, and his eyes were full of pleading and despair. He cried out in Japanese with tears in his eyes: "Surrender! I surrender! Please don't kill me!" His voice sounded particularly miserable and helpless on the battlefield.
However, war is cruel, and the joy of victory and the pleasure of revenge make many soldiers completely forget sympathy and mercy. They continue to charge forward, as if to pour all their anger and hatred on this land.
They had no reason to ask for forgiveness on behalf of the Chinese people who had been harmed by the Japanese devils. At this moment, in their eyes, these Japanese devils were prey, beasts, and demons that were bound to be sent to hell.
In just one hour, this fierce battle finally came to an end. On the battlefield, except for the occasional small-scale fleeing soldiers who fled in panic under the cover of smoke and artillery fire, most of the Fuso soldiers had fallen forever on this land, their lives frozen at this moment, becoming victims of this cruel war.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick layer of gunpowder smoke, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood, as if even breathing had become heavy and difficult. On the ground, there were ruins and scattered weapons and equipment everywhere, lying there quietly, silently telling of the cruelty of the battle. What was even more shocking was that the bodies that had lost their lives, lying on their backs or prone, in different postures, all showed the pain and despair brought by the war.
Blood, the most striking color on the battlefield, has gathered into small rivers, winding through every inch of land. They are either bright red, like a newly blooming rose, or deep black, the color of blood mixed with soil.
Wei Hu, the brave division commander, was standing at a corner of the battlefield, gazing at the blood-stained land. His uniform had long been soaked in sweat and blood, turning bright red, as if it was a testimony of his bloody battle with the soldiers.
But his eyes were still full of murderous intent, without the slightest sign of fatigue or retreat. He knew that although they had paid a certain price in this battle, they had successfully defeated the two infantry regiments of the Fuso Zentsu Division, leaving almost only one tenth of these two troops alive.
In this battle, even the two colonel-level commanders could not escape the punishment of fate. They eventually turned into a pile of yellow earth and were buried forever on this battlefield. The threats and injuries they brought seemed so insignificant in front of the heroic Chinese army.
Liu Ershun stood in front of the makeshift command post, his brows furrowed, his eyes piercing through the smoke, as if he could see through every corner of the battlefield. His voice was deep and powerful, revealing an unquestionable majesty: "Pass on my order, notify Division Commander Wei Hu immediately, and ask him to stop the pursuit!"
Upon hearing this, the communicator beside him immediately straightened up, quickly recorded the instructions, then turned and ran to the signalman to convey Liu Ershun's order as quickly as possible.
"This Wei Hu is such a fool!" Liu Ershun cursed in a low voice, but his tone could not hide his concern and worry. "He is the head of a division and shoulders the responsibility of commanding the entire division. How can he always rush to the front like a reckless man? What if something goes wrong?"
Liu Ershun continued to issue orders: "At the same time, notify all troops to stop the pursuit immediately, start cleaning the battlefield, collect weapons and ammunition, and clear the debris and obstacles on the battlefield. Remember, every detail cannot be missed, we must be prepared for the subsequent battles."
Then, he turned to the adjutant in charge of logistics and medical care and ordered in a deep voice: "In the medical camp, immediately organize personnel to treat the wounded. As long as our soldiers are still alive, we must do our best to treat them. Tell the medical staff that time is life. If they delay for one more second, more lives may be lost."
Upon hearing this, the adjutant immediately nodded in agreement, then turned around and walked away quickly to carry out this urgent and important task.