roccoschili Chapter 236 Qiu the Madman's Charge: Revenge for the Nanjing Family, Slaughter Them All
Chapter 236 Qiu the Madman's Charge: Revenge for the Nanjing Family, Slaughter Them All
The Japanese soldiers in Quanhepu Town who had participated in the Nanjing Massacre were his first target for revenge.
On the outskirts of the town, Japanese soldiers who had just rushed into the defensive positions soon felt a violent tremor from the ground.
The tremors grew closer and stronger, as if a giant beast was rushing toward them from the darkness.
"Light...flare!!! Release the flares now!!!"
The Japanese forward commander, watching the approaching shadowy figure, screamed in terror.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!!!!"
Two flares shot into the night sky, their trails of flame instantly dispelling the dense darkness ahead.
By the light of the flares, the Japanese soldiers finally saw the hideous faces of those steel behemoths.
And the Blue Sky with a White Sun flag, fluttering in the wind, was dancing wildly in the night as the tank sped along.
Before they could react, Qiu Qingquan had already personally operated a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, aimed it at the Japanese positions ahead, and decisively pulled the trigger.
"Da da da da!!!!"
A dense hail of bullets rained down on the Japanese fortifications.
"Kill you all! Kill every single one of you beasts!!!"
He roared furiously as he gripped the trigger tightly, his fingers turning white from the force.
During the continuous firing, Qiu Qingquan's mind kept replaying the horrific scenes in Nanjing.
The faces of the innocent civilians who were slaughtered, the women who were violated, and the infants who were impaled on bayonets flashed before his eyes in despair and misery.
Fellow citizens of Nanjing, I, Qiu Qingquan, have come to avenge you!
He roared inwardly, the muzzle of the machine gun glowing red from the continuous firing.
The tanks roared as they broke through the Japanese army's rudimentary defensive positions. The cannons roared, and the tracks, like the claws of a giant beast, crushed the Japanese positions.
The Japanese soldiers in the trenches didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into mincemeat by tanks weighing over ten tons.
Lacking anti-tank artillery, the Japanese soldiers could only carry explosive packs and rush out of their bunkers like madmen.
They wanted to use their flesh and blood to stop these high-speed tanks and armored vehicles.
But the so-called Bushido spirit does not make them invulnerable to swords and spears.
As soon as they rushed out of the trench, they were torn to pieces by a dense barrage of machine gun fire from the vehicle.
Even if a few people managed to reach the tank and detonate the explosives, they would not be able to cause any real damage to the tank's thick armor.
After the explosion, the tank continued to roar forward, leaving behind only pools of blurred flesh and blood on the ground.
The Japanese soldiers on the front lines felt an unprecedented fear.
After suffering extremely heavy casualties, their psychological defenses completely collapsed, and they began to drop their weapons and flee in a frenzy.
But Qiu Qingquan's tank team had no intention of letting them go.
Tanks and armored vehicles roared to life, continuing their pursuit at full speed.
Those fleeing Japanese soldiers became speed bumps as they were crushed by the tracks and wheels of the train.
Soldiers were constantly being knocked down and crushed by tanks, their blood staining the ground beneath their feet.
"Kill them all! Kill them all!!!"
Qiu Qingquan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared and pulled the trigger, showing no sign of stopping even though the muzzle was already red-hot.
He operated the machine gun, blasting every Japanese soldier in his line of sight, whether they were still moving or already motionless, to pieces with bullets.
He wanted these executioners to pay the most terrible price for the compatriots who died in Nanjing.
In the command post in Quanhepu Town, Saito Honto never expected that the outer troops would collapse so quickly.
Before he could even deploy his reserves to the front lines, he saw enemy tanks and armored vehicles roaring into the town.
The tanks rampaged through the town, unleashing a one-sided massacre on the fleeing Japanese soldiers.
Large numbers of Nationalist infantry followed the tanks into the town, like a flood bursting its banks, sweeping away the remaining Japanese troops with an unstoppable force.
"Damn it! Why are these guys attacking so fast?!"
"Where on earth did this tank unit come from?!"
Saito Hontomo stared at the approaching tanks outside the window, uttering hysterical shouts, veins bulging on his forehead.
The brigade staff officer standing nearby turned pale and rushed over, shouting in a tearful voice.
"Captain! Let's retreat! We really can't hold on any longer!"
"If we don't retreat now, we're all going to die here!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a machine gun bullet flew in and blew his head off.
"Bang!!!!"
After a muffled thud, red and white brain matter and blood splattered all over Saito Honto's face.
He instinctively shrank his neck and looked to the side. The staff officer who had just been talking to him had his head blown to pieces.
Only a headless corpse remained, standing there upright. After swaying for a moment, it fell straight down.
Upon seeing this, Saito Honto's hair stood on end, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his military uniform.
The next moment, the roar of the tanks was right next to our ears, shaking the whole room.
Saito Hontomo instinctively turned his head, about to shout an order for the troops to retreat.
But what he saw was a Vickers tank, rushing straight toward the command post at an extremely high speed.
The tank's machine gun, its barrel already glowing red, was aimed directly at him, and then unleashed a vengeful barrage of fire.
"Da da da!!!!"
"Pfft pfft!!!!"
The dense barrage of bullets, like the claws of a ferocious beast, instantly tore Saito Hontomo's body to shreds.
This executioner, whose hands were stained with the blood of civilians in Nanjing, fell into a pool of blood before he could even let out a complete scream.
Qiu Qingquan controlled the machine gun, riddling Saito Honto's body with holes, but still showed no sign of stopping.
He pushed the control lever, and the tank sped forward, its tracks crushing the executioner's corpse.
"puff!!!!"
That was the sound of blood and internal organs bursting out of the body after being crushed by a heavy object, which was particularly jarring amidst the roar of the engine.
The Saito Battalion, which once wreaked havoc in Nanjing, is being reduced to dust bit by bit under the relentless assault of Qiu Qingquan's tank convoy.
The Japanese troops in Quanhepu Town were completely scattered and wiped out in less than half an hour.
Qiu Qingquan did not order his troops to relentlessly pursue the fleeing soldiers; he simply ordered them to clear out the remaining enemy forces before immediately regrouping.
He wiped the blood splattered on his face and turned his gaze to Fenshuiting Township to the west.
There was still an entire regiment of Japanese soldiers there, and even more executioners with their hands stained with blood.