It was not until the Japanese infantry broke into the defensive positions of the National Army, and in order to avoid accidentally injuring their own people, more than a dozen Zero fighters that dived and scattered their wings and disappeared into the sky.

From beginning to end, the national army did not take a plane.

On the other hand, the national army was lying all over the ground!

It must be admitted that the quality of the Japanese pilot has really reached a certain level!

Although the Japanese Air Force's Zero Fighter had flew away, the Japanese infantry had also broken into the national army's defensive positions.

Without having time to breathe, Yang Zheng led the last twenty remaining soldiers to fight with the Japanese.

The only thing that is thankful is that due to the guaranteed food and the training level has also been up to the Sichuan Army at this time, it is no longer the beggar unit that just left Sichuan for the Anti-Japanese War.

The long-term adequate food has greatly improved the Sichuan Army's physique.

The long-term assassination training also improved the Sichuan Army's level of stinging.

Therefore, in hand-to-hand combat, these Sichuan soldiers were not at all inferior, and even had a slight advantage. Although there were at least forty Japanese soldiers breaking into the position, almost twice that of the Sichuan Army!

"Bao!" Yang Zheng raised his hand and shot him, exploding the face of a Japanese devil Cao Cao on the opposite side.

The cold murderous intent suddenly attacked from behind, and Yang Zheng turned sideways without hesitation.

Almost as Yang Zheng turned sideways, a saber stabbed almost stabbed his armpit.

The one who sneaked him from behind was a lieutenant of the Japanese. He stabbed him with a knife and the Japanese lieutenant immediately retracted his feet and took a defensive posture. This was a cautious and cunning Japanese.

But Yang Zheng was too lazy to fight with him any bayonets, and raised his hand and shot him again.

A blood flower immediately bloomed in the face of the Japanese lieutenant and fell straight backwards.

Until he fell to the ground, the Japanese lieutenant was depressed and thought, Bagayalu, the lowly Chinese! Shameless!

He fired three shots in a row and shot three Japanese in a row. When Yang Zheng was about to fire the fourth shot, his right wrist suddenly numbed and the Bolangning pistol immediately landed on the ground.

I looked at it quickly, but a Japanese man succeeded in a sneak attack and smashed his wrist with a gun.

The bone should not be hurt this time, but it hurts a lot, and Yang Zheng's tears flowed out.

But the Japanese would not hold back because he suffered a pain. After succeeding in the sneak attack, they swung the gun again and smashed Yang Zheng's face.

The Japanese used all their strength at this moment. If they hit it, they would probably be able to smash their heads.

At the critical moment of life and death, Yang Zheng lowered his body, and the 38-large cover almost brushed over his head.

While shorting, Yang Zheng had already used his left hand to slap the bayonet at his waist, and then took a step and stabbed the Japanese fiercely into the vital heart.

The Japanese could not dodge and were at the center.

With a puff sound, the Japanese immediately collapsed to the ground.

Yang Zheng drew his knife in his hand, and suddenly got a kick behind his back, and then he staggered and fell to the ground.

Then a short and strong Japanese man jumped high and smashed his body as a weapon toward Yang Zheng.

As life and death broke out, Yang Zheng turned his wrist in a concealed manner and placed the bayonet on his abdomen. The Japanese caught him off guard. While pounced on Yang Zheng, his abdomen was also pierced by a bayonet.

Speaking of being foolish, Yang Zheng is a hundred streets away from the Japanese!

"Fight with me, you're still tender!" Yang Zheng couldn't move his right hand, so he could only use his left hand to push the Japanese on his body away.

At this time, there was no one standing on the position, including himself, all of whom had already lie down, and there was no sound, and the entire position was silent as if it was dead.

Yang Zheng stood up shakingly and looked around, but he still couldn't see a living person.

Both the Japanese and the brothers inside had fallen down without any sound.

"Is there still alive? I'm so fucking a squeak." Yang Zheng wailed, with a clear crying voice.

Although he was already a captain company commander, Yang Zheng was less than 20 years old after all. Strictly speaking, he was just a big child. At this moment, he felt unprecedented loneliness.

"The fourth brother?"

"Big cat?"

"Two fools?"

"Xizi?"

"Old smoke gun?"

There were shouts and no one responded.

The entire position was as quiet as if it was dead.

Yang Zheng struggled to turn his comrades over again, and found that he had lost all his breath.

In fact, there is no need to find their breath, because even the bayonet left on them can't survive.

"Dingling..." The phone in the command post suddenly rang, and Yang Zheng stumbled back to the command post.

As soon as the phone was answered, the voice of the commander Li Yueshen came from the other end: "I am Li Yueshen, how is the 9th Company?"

"Master!" Yang Zheng cried out with a wow cry and screamed, "All are dead. Master, our 9th Company is dead, all are dead, all are dead, howl, dead!"

"Barring, what does it mean to be dead?" Li Yueshen, "Aren't you still alive?"

"There is only me who is left with me," said Yang Zheng, "There is only me who is left with me," the 9th Company."

"As long as there is one person there, the 9th Company is there, as long as you have a breath, the position must be there!" Li Yueshen's voice was erratic and cold, "Yang Zheng, please listen to me, this is also the original words of the General Office! All the troops of the 133rd Division must be nailed to the position like nails. Even if there is only one person left, even if there is only one breath, you must not take a step back. You have to fight the Japanese to the end. Have you heard?"

"Yes, I heard it!" Yang Zheng repeated miserably, "If you want to nail to the position like a nail, even if there is only one person left, even if there is only one breath, you must not take a step back! You must fight the Japanese to the end!"

"That's it, I will send reinforcements to your 9th Company, but you must withstand it before the reinforcements arrive!" Li Yueshen hung up the phone after he said.

Yang Zheng hung up the phone barely and picked up the gun.

At this time, the Japanese army began to prepare for artillery fire again.

Amid the screams, rows of shells fell down overwhelmingly.

But this time, Yang Zheng was too lazy to hide anymore. He put his rifle at his feet and sat down next to one wall of the trench, then took out a pack of cigarettes and camel cards from his pocket.

This is a pack of good cigarettes. Yang Zheng is reluctant to smoke, but today he just tore it opens.

After tearing it apart, I first scattered a circle at the empty trench, which was for the brothers.

It was not until the last one that Yang Zheng put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a match.

The Japanese prepared artillery fire this time was very short and it ended in less than five minutes.

Yang Zheng just finished smoking a cigarette, stepped on the cigarette butt at the bottom of his feet, and then stood up with his rifle.

Looking up again, I saw that the black Japanese had already pressed up again, but this time there were no tanks. It seemed that the Japanese Japanese were not many tanks.
Chapter completed!