Age of Conquest Reborn

Chapter 147 The flower that should not wither

The artillery shells overturned the Japanese positions, with smoke billowing, dust flying, and shrapnel flying. The Japanese defensive positions were shrouded in a whirlwind of death. The Japanese were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They could only ask for blessings and hope that the shells would not fall on them.

on the head.

This was completely an asymmetrical fire strike. The few artillery pieces the Japanese had had had just fired one shell, and the artillerymen of the Blood Hand Regiment captured the target. Dozens of shells followed and flew over. When the smoke cleared, they were captured.

The artillery pieces that had been blown into parts and the broken limbs of the Japanese artillerymen were helplessly scattered on the newly sprouted grass.

The Manchurian soldiers on the first line of defense received unexpected care. The artillery shells all landed on the Japanese positions behind them. There was not a single one on their bodies. They watched the groups of artillery shells whistling and flying overhead.

, the faces of these national soldiers were pale, and the guns in their hands had been thrown far away, as if they were holding a red-hot iron rod.

I kept saying, "I don't want to fight the old man across from me at all. I don't have a guy in my hand. It's all the little Japanese who forced me to come here!"

The artillery fire extended, and the troops began to charge. The officers of the Capital Division of Manchukuo, who were determined to work for the Japanese, still resisted. Under the orders of the division commander, they stuck their heads out of the trenches and held the weapons in their hands.

If a man is looking for death, he can't stop him, and he doesn't even look at what will happen to the Japanese behind him. How many of them can still stand? Before these die-hard traitors could open fire, sparse gunshots and bullets rang out in the charging ranks.

Accurately hitting the foreheads of these guys, the flying Tianling Cap brought white brain matter, stimulating the fragile nerves of these soldiers.

The commander of the Capital Division was a big man. The rank mark on his shoulder meant that he received special care. Two bullets hit his big head almost at the same time. The brains of a pseudo-officer next to him were splashed all over his face. The boy screamed strangely.

Yelling, the pistol was thrown far away, his eyes turned white, he was frightened to death, but he dodged a bullet that went straight to his head and fell completely dead.

This is the masterpiece of the snipers who cover the charge of the soldiers from behind. Their task is to shoot down all enemies who dare to resist when the troops charge.

The remaining national soldiers were shaking like chaff, holding their heads in their hands, digging their buttocks, and kneeling on the ground. This was no joke. Did you see that these officials were bluffing just now? That's it.

In the blink of an eye, everyone's head turned into a rotten watermelon.

The soldiers didn't even look at them. They passed by them like a gust of wind. There were special departments behind them to deal with them. Thousands of people were in the same posture, which was also a spectacle!

There were very few Japs still alive on the battlefield, and their performance was not much better than that of the national soldiers. But before they died, they remembered that they were the Imperial Army of Japan, and even showed some Bushido spirit with all their teeth and claws. To them, the soldiers could not

You're not welcome, a "snap" shot left a hole in his forehead, and a "snap" of the bayonet gave him a chill in his heart.

Stepping on the corpses of the Japanese, the soldiers rushed into Xinjing, the so-called capital of Manchukuo, and fell into the hands of the Bloody Hands in less than three hours.

As Tang Qiuli expected, the resistance in the urban area was extremely weak. All the regular Japs had been eliminated in the positions outside Xinjing. Only scattered Japanese and puppet armed personnel remained in the urban area, and they were quickly eliminated by the troops.

, each unit pounced on different targets according to the combat plan, but the armed Japanese expatriates caused trouble for the troops.

Tang Qiuli's direct guard and cavalry detachment were responsible for dealing with the airport in Xinjing. They encountered some trouble on the way to attack the target.

A group of armed expatriates, both men and women, behind the roadblocks set up on the street, relying on temporary fortifications built with sandbags, launched a surprise attack on the advancing troops. Unprepared, the cavalry rushed in front.

The detachment suffered casualties for the first time. More than ten soldiers fell from their horses.

The troops quickly concealed themselves. This ragtag group was the opponent of the soldiers. With a burst of light and heavy machine guns, submachine guns and grenades, the temporary sandbag fortifications were blown down. These armed foreigners were all wiped out. According to the rules of the Bloody Hands, if you do not resist, there will be no

In addition to confiscation of all property of Japanese expatriates who have weapons, their lives will not be taken.

But these guys were looking for death, so there was nothing they could do about it. Liu Chun was so angry that his eyes were red. During the peripheral battle, the troops did not suffer any casualties. It was a good thing. They were plotted by these Japanese trash. It was suffocating.

Tang Qiuli stepped forward to comfort Liu Chun, but before he could speak, bullets were suddenly fired from a house next to him, screaming and flying past his face, irritating the hair on his body to explode, and Battle beside him quickly blocked it.

In front of him, another bullet hit Barter's shoulder.

The bright red blood dyed his clothes red. Battle's body swayed, and more than a dozen guards quickly formed a human wall in front of Tang Qiuli and Battle. Then, the submachine guns in their hands sprayed out a heavy rain of bullets, attacking the soldiers.

The windows of the house were smashed and sawdust flew everywhere.

After the gunfire stopped, the soldiers of the direct guard rushed into the house angrily. Their deputy captain was injured, and the soldiers were aroused to a furious rage.

Unexpectedly, two young Japanese women who were only slightly injured were escorted out of the house by the soldiers. The two Japanese women struggled desperately and kept kicking and beating the people beside them.

The soldiers' slender eyes glowed like a she-wolf, and they kept cursing in their mouths. Two 38-guns were held in the hands of the soldiers.

Tang Qiuli frowned. Of course he could understand what they were cursing. The soldiers who knew Japanese also understood and they all turned their searching eyes to the commander.

To be honest, if there were two Japanese men, just by injuring the deputy captain, the soldiers of the guard would have killed them long ago. However, these are two young Japanese women, not bad looking, wearing student uniforms.

He is only ten years old.

Tang Qiuli let out a long sigh. He hated the Japanese. All the soldiers of the Blood Hands hated these invaders who invaded their homes and slaughtered their relatives. However, after all, we are not Japanese devils like beasts.

Tang Qiuli called the health worker Xiao Xie. She was a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. She was in a well-fitting military uniform, slender, wearing a belt and two short braids. She was clean and neat, with a pair of bright big eyes.

She has a full smile, and her happy singing can be heard whenever we camp. Because she works hard, is responsible, and has excellent medical skills, she is deeply loved by the soldiers of the direct guard, who treat her as their little sister.

The hygienist started working quickly. Tang Qiuli turned around and handed over the task to Liu Chun. Just after saying a few words, he exclaimed and turned around. The scene in front of him shocked him.

The young health worker was lying in a pool of blood, with a short knife stuck in his chest. His bright eyes were dimmed. Two Japanese women, one with blood on his hands, the other was still holding the health worker tightly.

neck, the two of them laughed wildly, with a kind of perverted madness.

When the health worker was bandaging their wounds, the injured area was on the woman's sensitive area. The soldiers all turned their backs to them. At this moment, a Japanese woman suddenly pulled out a short knife and stabbed the health worker fiercely.

chest, another Japanese woman strangled her neck at the same time.

A life as bright and sunny as a flower was cruelly taken away by a crazy Japanese woman, and she was treating the pain of the devil who took her life. In her kind heart, she could not believe this fact.

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Shanhu kicked the two crazy Japanese women to the ground with one kick. The soldiers were stunned by this sudden turn of events. The cute little sister did not fall on the battlefield, but was rescued by the Japanese woman she wanted to treat.

He was brutally killed, and immediately, the anger erupted like a volcano, and the sound of the gun being pulled was heard.

Tang Qiuli's heart was full of bitterness. He could not understand the true thoughts of that beastly nation because he could not bear it for a moment. A young soldier fell to the hands of two Japanese madmen and spent the same time. He remembered that he had just been sent to the direct guard.

When I was young, every time I met myself, I smiled brightly and saluted myself very formally.

Xiaoling also likes her very much and treats her as her own sister. However, now Tang Qiuli doesn't want to think about it anymore, turns around and leaves, leaving these two dehumanized lunatics to the soldiers, they don't deserve to enjoy life.

right.

When we arrived at the airport, two planes had just taken off. There were still more than twenty Japanese fighter jets and bombers on the airport. The plaster marks on their wings were glaringly red. The cavalry detachment had already killed all the Japanese pilots.

He ordered all these planes to be blown up, and then he came to the Pseudo-Imperial Palace. The place was in a mess. You can imagine the embarrassment of the so-called emperor when he fled in a hurry. They should be on those two planes.

There is only one step away from almost capturing the emperor alive. If that happens, the history of Northeast China and even the whole of China may have to be rewritten. The pace of history will go in a different direction at a certain turning point. It seems that history is history.

No one can change easily, Tang Qiuli shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The soldiers of the special detachment were searching everywhere for the remaining puppet Manchukuo personnel. Tang Qiuli called the captains Fu Qiang and Fu Gang, who were leading the team, and told them that everything here, anything valuable, should be taken away, especially

They are cultural relics and famous people's calligraphy and paintings. They must be packaged carefully to make sure there are no mistakes. These are all national treasures.

If we don't take these things away, they will be snatched by the marauding little devils. After counting, I must be personally present during the packaging. Then, the special detachment will send a squadron of troops to send them back immediately.

Base, Tang Qiuli told the two brothers very seriously.

Finally, he came to the radio station. This is where the puppet Manchukuo's "Voice of Manchuria" radio station is located. A brigade of the third detachment has completely controlled this place. All the equipment is kept intact, and even several announcers were arrested on the spot.

captive.

Tang Qiuli asked them to turn on the broadcasting equipment. The announcers looked at the young man with surprise. From the extent of the soldiers' respect for the young man, they guessed that this young man was not simple.

Tang Qiuli asked a female announcer to start broadcasting according to the script he wrote.

"The Voice of Manchuria Radio Station is now broadcasting. Below is the message to the citizens and the Japanese aggressors from the commander of the Anti-Japanese Blood Hand Regiment, Blood Hand Qiuli."