Chapter 302 Crazy hand-to-hand combat (3) [for the white elephant 2/3]
Using the explosive egg fighting method that he had long been accustomed to, Bai Xiang was not even the least bit surprised after killing an opponent so cleanly.
Damn it! There are so many unlucky guys who have their balls blown off by her.
Guo Jia has all kinds of skins and areas. He is the oldest for such a devil.
Therefore, with such calmness, her right hand grabbed the bayonet stabbed by another Japanese soldier, but the Japanese soldier was obviously imitated, or was frightened by what happened to his colleagues.
At the first moment, this guy seemed to have been burned on his hand. He panicked and let go of the rifle in his hand, and retreated wildly behind him.
It's a pity that the white elephant, which only took a small step forward, was still able to reach the opponent with its long hands.
In the blink of an eye, he picked up a rifle with his left hand and threw it at him.
In the next second, the gun butt, which was made of two pieces of walnut wood but was still extremely hard, hit the head of the unlucky devil.
It was like a big hammer hitting a watermelon.
He directly smashed the opponent's Tianling Cap, which was not wearing a helmet and was only wearing a cloth hat, into a pulp. The white and red mixed liquid splashed everywhere on the spot.
In the following time, Yangma, who was holding two rifles in his hands, relied on his long hands to pound away at a group of dwarf-like devils like a whack-a-mole.
This was the case until a Japanese lieutenant wielding a samurai sword appeared.
Although this devil is relatively short, his steps are very nimble. He has obviously been practiced and has something in his hand. He just hid from the white elephant's several punches and rushed in with a knife.
Even under the white elephant's hasty dodge, a long knife wound was cut on the lower abdomen.
At this moment, the injured White Elephant became extremely angry. She finally let go of the pair of rifles in her hands, drew the knife with her backhand, and then chopped it off with one blow.
The Japanese lieutenant's katana was split into two halves along with the man.
The next moment, the guy wielding a big knife and slashing wildly looked like a she-wolf charging into the herd of sheep. It was an extremely ferocious one.
Shi Polu, who was trying his best to protect her back, had now used up all his bullets during the siege.
On such a battlefield, there was no time for him to reload his bullets calmly; soon after, Shi Polu brandished his bayonet and started fighting with a lame Japs.
Tell the truth! Don’t be afraid of being embarrassed by speaking out.
Every time he faced the shining bayonet and the sharp blade dangled in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb...
"Fuck, my old waist, my Bolinggai, mine~"
Playing with his waist, hunched back, and holding a bayonet-mounted Sanba Gaigai in his hand, he followed the crowd in front of him with some stumbling, and rushed towards the group. Because it was several times the size of this side, it looked like
There are quite a few rogue devils.
In such a process of making excuses, such a middle-aged man couldn't help but curse.
On the one hand, this is a way to resolve the strong tension in my heart when I am about to face the Japanese bayonet.
After all, when Hu Biao intensified training for newcomers like them, they faced sharp objects and stabbed their bodies.
That kind of instinctive fear made many rookies still feel strongly uncomfortable.
In addition, in the modern world, isn’t there a rather helpless saying: ‘When people reach middle age, they have no choice but to soak wolfberry in a thermos cup’.
Compared with other people of the same age who were born in the 1970s, this middle-aged man who has been exercising for a long time and has broken the gong of winter swimming actually has very good physical fitness.
Even compared to some fat nerds, it is still much better.
But once you reach such an embarrassing age, your physical fitness gradually deteriorates, and there is nothing you can do about it. You are really not as good as those strong young people like Qingshan and Feng.
No! After two consecutive days of fighting, the total rest time for these people did not add up to a few hours.
If you work so hard without taking a break, even the donkeys of the production team can't bear it.
Therefore, at this time, such a middle-aged man felt that his waist was about to break, and his knees were shaking badly.
It feels like it's a lot more strenuous than paying the public rations for one night in a row.
Therefore, the current appearance of an old comrade like Po Luo is not a sign of fishing, but that he is really unable to run.
Just like that, when most of the other people in his team started fighting with their opponents, Poluo finally joined the battle group.
In the first moment, he leaned towards the lonely mad dog.
Together with Mad Dog and a Fruit Army soldier, the three of them first formed a temporary fighting group to protect each other's backs.
Then, Po Luo waited for his first opponent, a complete Japanese rookie.
That's right, he is a rookie among the Japanese. To be precise, this guy should still be a child. He looks like a hoe of only fifteen years old.
Because Shan Cai is so thin, he even looks smaller than Wang Fu. No! He should be a little smaller than Zhao Shanhe.
After putting on a military uniform, he looked very baggy and had a childish look on his face.
Regarding this point, it can be regarded as a failure for veteran military fans, but I don't feel any surprise at all.
Because at such an age, the Japanese are like a python that has swallowed an elephant. The territory is too large for them to digest.
Before the Wuhan Campaign in 1939, it was said that military service was still a voluntary military service system.
But after 1939, due to the chronic shortage of military strength, it was already a mandatory military service system in the country.
With the limited manpower of the island country, by volunteering, by this time in 1944, even many underage children had filled in.
Of course, after years of education.
For such a little devil who eats steamed buns with human blood, the veterans of the PLA will not be so incapable of taking action.
Even the obsession in his heart that he must complete the mission and go back alive to see his family made him burst out with all the ferocity in his heart.
After he took a deep breath, his battle began.
Using the assassination techniques I learned in the PLA, I stabbed out the bayonet with a lunge and a sudden roar from my mouth.
Perhaps it was because in this cry, all the complex emotions in my heart burst out, and I used too much force, so that the face was twisted ferociously.
Then, something happened that left him quite speechless.
That little Japs kid was so frightened that he immediately collapsed on the ground without saying a word, even his eyes were red.
Damn it! After seeing such a scene, let Po Luo feel a little helpless.
This reminded him of when his eldest daughter was in high school, a boy who secretly wrote a love letter to his daughter was blocked by him at the school gate.
It was almost the same then as it is now, that boy had the same behavior as if he was about to cry.
"What a sin, this is still a child." Po Luo let out a long sigh in his heart.
He stepped forward and shot the half-sized bastard of this Japanese devil, giving him a heart-wrenching blow. This allowed the other party to be able to kill him more simply.
As for why we should just let it go and let it survive.
"I also want to live, and I also want to go home." This was the truest thought in Poluo's heart when he kicked the little Jaap on the chest and pulled out the bloody bayonet.