Chapter 363: Nanhua Sword Team (Fifth update, please subscribe)
In the early morning, many places in Buenos Aires were burning with raging fires. Some of the fires were caused by artillery bombardment, but more of them were set by hooligans in Buenos Aires. In the chaos, these people turned into robbers, robbing shops and rich people in the city.
Although the South China Army fought all the way to the edge of the city, the Argentines' resistance was still extremely tenacious. Compared with the fighting outside the city, the street fighting was more brutal and the casualties were greater.
In order to occupy Buenos Aires as soon as possible, under the order of the headquarters, the Independent 1st and 2nd Mixed Brigades were sent to the battlefield. The Independent 1st and 2nd Mixed Brigades were the "foreign legion" of Nanhua. The officers were Chinese, and the soldiers were all unemployed samurai and ronin recruited from Japan.
During the Chilean security operation, the predecessor of the Independent Mixed Brigade, the Security Battalion, played an extremely important role in suppressing the uprising. They were the elite of the South China Security Bureau. After the Chilean security operation ended, the twelve Security Battalions were reorganized into two independent mixed brigades.
Now, they were once again used as the spearhead of the assault and thrown into the battlefield.
As in the past, once these foreign soldiers entered the battlefield, they showed extremely strong fighting power. Although there were barricades ahead, the soldiers of the second squadron where Tian Zhong was still crawling forward, and under the cover of the street buildings, they continued to approach the Argentine barricades.
“Boom boom…”
The continuous machine gun fire made it impossible for them to raise their heads. Some soldiers were killed on the spot.
"Machine gun! Watch out!"
As the squadron leader shouted, Tian Zhong crouched down on the street and aimed at the enemy behind the barricade. When he pulled the trigger, he shot the man in the head. They lay down on the corners of the street or behind the corpses, aiming at the enemy with guns and shooting.
"Damn it, how did he get beaten into this state!"
After discovering that the troops' attack was blocked, Li Zhi frowned.
"Zuo Teng, go tell Zhao Ming, twenty, not fifteen minutes, he has fifteen minutes to break through the Argentine defense!"
"yes!"
After the order was issued, Zhao Ming, who was commanding his troops to suppress the enemy, shouted to the rear at his subordinates who were shooting at the enemy on the street.
"Grenade launcher, fire a few shots!"
After hearing the order, the grenadiers in the distance immediately fired several shots at the rear of the barricade. Amid the continuous explosions, Zhao Ming turned his head and shouted loudly at his subordinates.
"Brothers, honor!"
This is a "tradition" they have developed in Chile. What is the so-called honor? It is to move forward bravely and kill the enemy bravely! And to risk one's life!
Once the officers issued this slogan, everyone knew what they had to do, which was to sacrifice their lives and serve the country for the rest of their lives!
"Courage—Kill!"
When the squadron leader shouted out two words, Tian Zhong, like everyone else, uttered three words from his throat. He was originally lying on the side of the street and suddenly jumped up like a spring. Everyone did the same, because they knew that this was the moment to be loyal to their lord.
"Long live!"
Waves of terrible shouts burst out from their mouths. Some of them held bayonets, some brandished samurai swords, rushed out of the hidden corners, jumped over the corpses and obstacles on the ground, and rushed towards the hail of bullets without hesitation.
“Boom… Boom…”
The sound of machine guns rang out, and the 11mm machine gun bullets easily tore their bodies into pieces, raising clouds of blood mist in the air, but they still shouted and rushed towards the enemy camp. At this moment, they all seemed to be fearless warriors.
"Well... you are worthy of being my corps athlete!"
Although the soldiers were shot and fell one after another as soon as they charged, Li Zhi still couldn't help but praise the courage of the Corps' athletes.
When in Chile, the foreign legionnaires impressed the Chilean people with their courage and sacrifice, and the same is true now.
Finally, amidst the roar of thunder and waves, the second squadron led by Zhao Ming broke through the Argentine barricades. As soon as Wu Jing, who was at the front, stepped onto the barricade, he chopped at the head of the Argentine in front of him.
With a flick of the knife, the enemy's head fell to the ground, and blood flew more than a foot high.
"kill……"
After killing the enemy with one blow, Takei and others directly swung their samurai swords and chopped them over. Coming from samurai families, they had practiced swordsmanship since childhood. In such close combat, the samurai swords in their hands were like the scythe of the god of death, easily cutting off the arms and necks of the Argentine soldiers.
"kill……"
As he shouted, he swung his samurai sword at the Argentine's head. The sharp blade split the man's shoulder. As the man screamed, blood splashed all over Takei's face. His face was covered in blood. But he didn't even wipe it off. He just yelled and killed another Argentine.
Compared with bayonets or rifles, the Argentines were frightened by this group of enemies covered in blood and holding long knives. This group of people were like demons, waving long knives and slashing in the crowd. With a few moves of the knives, either arms were chopped off or heads were chopped off, and even people were chopped in half.
"Devils! They are just a bunch of devils..."
Whether they were soldiers from other provinces or the temporarily recruited civil defense team, they had never seen such a cruel scene. As they screamed in fear and fled backwards, the hand-to-hand combat turned into a pursuit. The soldiers standing on the barricades aimed their rifles at the fleeing people and fired shot after shot, while Takei and others held knives and chased after them together with their comrades with bayonets.
Now we must attack at all costs.
"honor!"
As soon as the team leader shouted, Takei, who was chasing, roared loudly.
"Courage... Kill!"
Just as he was striding over to catch up with an Argentine soldier and was about to draw his sword, he felt a bullet hit him. The bullet shot from the front hit his shoulder, penetrated his body and flew out.
Takei fell to the ground with his back facing up, holding a knife. Tian Zhong, who was charging, rushed over and dragged him behind the barricade. While stopping his bleeding, he shouted "medic".
Takei's face changed as he looked in great pain. His lips began to tremble, blood gushed out of his mouth, and his whole body twitched in pain.
"Jiro, Jiro, don't die! Wait until we reach Buenos Aires before you die! Wait until we reach..."
Takei's moaning became a little weaker, and the troops were advancing amid the smoke.
"Hey, Jiro, look, the troops are advancing. We will soon reach the river and capture this place..."
Takei's eyes were unfocused, and a few words came out of his mouth, which was gurgling with blood.
“Please…”
What did he ask for?
Tian Zhong didn't know that he was holding Takei, who had already lost his breath, in his arms. At this moment, he heard footsteps. It was the captain.
Walking to Tian Zhong's side, looking at Takei in his arms, Li Zhi pursed his lips silently, then said.
"What's his name!"
"Report to the commander, his name is Takei...his name is Takei!"
When he stood up to answer his superior's question, Tian Zhong realized that Jiro's name was Takei, with his last name Take and his given name Takei.
"Well, Takei, you are indeed a samurai!"
Li Zhi saluted the corpse on the ground with a serious expression. Although his voice was not loud, his face showed admiration.
"Nanhua is grateful for your sacrifice..."
(End of this chapter)
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