"Hit!"
Chen Xingmin stood up and pointed the rifle in his hand at the Japanese infantry behind him and repeatedly pulled the trigger.
The Czech light machine gun behind the broken wall on the right also fired.
The bullets cut like sickles towards the Japanese soldiers exposed in the open space.
The Japanese army obviously did not expect that this paralyzed position would still have such fierce firepower.
"Azhong, blasting tube!"
Chen Xingmin shouted, grabbed a blasting tube, and rushed out under the cover of gunpowder smoke.
His movements were extremely fast, like a vigorous cheetah.
This is a skill he developed at the Xiguan Martial Arts School when he was young.
He avoided the blind spot of the tank's machine gun and slid his whole body into the crater on the ground.
The tank with broken tracks was still turning its turret wildly.
Chen Xingmin rushed to the back of the tank and stuffed the blasting tube into the gap between the track and the driving wheel.
Pull the fire, roll, jump into the ditch.
"Boom!"
Fire shot into the sky.
The first tank was also disabled.
The remaining Japanese infantry lost cover and fell to the ground under intensive machine gun fire.
"Kill!"
Chen Xingmin's face was covered with blood. He stood up from the ditch and raised his shell gun.
The Cantonese soldiers in the trenches were greatly boosted in morale when they saw how brave the company commander was.
"Hold on hard!"
A group of people rushed out with bayonets in hand.
Fighting in close combat, blood splattered.
Chen Xingmin shot and killed a Japanese second lieutenant who was wielding a command knife.
He felt the adrenaline pumping like crazy.
This is the first victory.
But he knew this was just the beginning.
