Gradually, the sun that had set in the sky was no longer as dazzling as before.
The battle in the air also turned into a thrilling dogfight between a smoking Mustang fighter and the last remaining intact Type-1 fighter on the Japanese side.
I believe that soon, such an air battle will have a real result.
It's just that at this point, the people fighting each other on the ground no longer have the time and energy to care about what the air battle in the sky will look like.
Because someone would die in battle almost every second. On the battlefield with stumps and broken arms flying everywhere, the two sides fighting like wild beasts quickly became anxious.
In such a state, both sides were completely stunned and had no tactics left.
What team tactics of three people, what hand-to-hand combat skills of mutual cooperation and support? All of the above are gone.
Now there is only one thing on their minds, to kill the opponent in front of them at all costs and means.
"Ah~" was heard, a scream filled with painful emotions.
In an unspeakable severe pain, Hanzi opened his mouth wide and screamed crazily.
The reason for this is not that he was stabbed in the body by a Japanese bayonet during the battle with the Japanese; in fact, he was very lucky a few seconds before the goods arrived.
In other words, as soon as the war started, this guy found a relatively thin Japs like a thief.
A Japs who looked like they had just joined the army and were not very effective in combat were recruiting new recruits.
Then, the two of them were fighting with the Japanese holding a bayonet and Kanji holding an engineering shovel. They were fighting each other on the ground.
He raised his fists, helmets, and other hard objects that could be touched in his hand, and greeted the opponent.
Not to mention, such a skinny looking guy is still very strong.
In other words, Hanzi, a socially successful person who grew up in a peaceful environment, completely did not expect the huge potential that a person can unleash under the pressure of life and death.
In this kind of fighting, Chinese characters are quite difficult to write.
However, thanks to the healthy body that Kanji has maintained and exercised through various serious and informal hobbies all year round, as well as the adequate nutrition in the modern plane, he is at least one head taller than the opponent.
The struggle lasted for almost a minute, with you pressing me down and me pressing you down.
Kanji, a middle-aged man with better physical strength, gradually gained the upper hand in the fight; he could clearly feel the Japs, and he was beating his head with his helmet flying off, but the force of his fists was not as strong as before.
Got it.
But there is another possibility in this matter.
That's his poor head, which is a little numb now after taking too many punches.
Of course, the Japanese he was fighting with was not feeling well now. A Type 98 steel helmet that Hanzi grabbed in his hand hit his face, which was already a bloody mess.
I believe that in the next few days, as long as he does this seven or eight times, this grandson's head will be cracked open and smashed like a walnut.
As if feeling the huge danger of being crushed to death, the Japanese soldier threw the Chinese character riding on him to the ground with a full-out struggle.
Just like in the previous scuffle, Hanzi's waist exerted force before he planned to turn over and continue to suppress the Japs.
Without any warning, he burst into an earth-shattering scream.
That's because the devil bit him on the inner thigh, which is the most delicate piece of tender meat; when this spot was bitten, it hurt Kanji so much.
Being bitten here was the result of Kanji unconsciously moving his body during the previous struggle.
Otherwise, the place where he was bitten would not be on the inner thigh.
But some more sensitive and deadly places.
Under such severe pain, Hanzi seemed to be going crazy. He wielded his blood-stained steel helmet and smashed the thin Japs head with all his strength.
So much so that it hit my thigh a few times, causing a burst of pain on my thigh bone and I couldn't care less about it.
Once, twice, three times, and finally on the tenth time, the Japs finally let go of their mouth that was biting the Chinese character's thigh.
At this time, Hanzi, who was covered in cold sweat, stopped holding the helmet in his hand.
Then I heard the Japs in front of me, who was already on his deathbed, say: "."
When he heard this, Hanzi became extremely angry, because he could just understand this sentence, which in the language of the Oppa family meant sparing one's life.
In an inexplicable rage, the guy pounced forward again, and continued to smash the helmet in his hand crazily.
This situation will stop completely until the white slurry is everywhere on your head, face, neck, and body.
By the way! Is there anything else that the Chinese gentlemen hate more than the Japanese?
Those traitors and traitors, those bastards who have forgotten their ancestors and their own blood, and the pitiful and hateful servants in the surrounding colonies.
When I saw the face in front of me, I couldn't see it at all in the mess; only when I entered the frenzied Chinese characters did I gradually wake up.
But at this moment, he found that he didn't have any strength at all.
My hands and feet were so weak that I couldn't continue fighting.
Then, the guy was riding on the dead Japs a long time ago, and with his blood-red eyes because his skull was broken and the blood flowed to his eyes, he began to look around at the situation on the battlefield.
Perhaps it was because of the bloody redness in front of his eyes that it seemed to him that the battlefield at this moment was particularly tragic.
Their attack commanders, Hu Biao and Hu Yingzuo, had already released the Wolverine bone blades between their hands.
However, in front of the crowd of natives, the bone blade should have been somewhat disguised so as not to frighten the opponents.
Hu Biao's two arms were wildly waving, and his whole body was surrounded by dense claws. As long as he encountered the devil with this pair of bone claws, his body would be torn apart.
Therefore, in Hanzi's sight, Hu Biao looked as if he had been fished out of blood, with his whole body flushed red.
Even on the shoulder, there was still such a terrifying half-section of intestines and a small half-liver hanging. As Hu Biao continued to swing around, the scene was indescribably scary.
I just don't know how much of the blood on his body came from the Japs, and how much came from the commander Hu Biao himself.
About 10 meters away from Hu Biao, Xu Feng, a guy who is said to have the blood of a berserker, must have entered the state of madness now.
That's because there was a chopped bayonet stuck in this guy's chest, back, and thigh.
Damn it! Just looking at these wounds, they seem to hurt.
But under such serious injuries, this thing is just a left leg with a bayonet inserted, and it is dragged around when moving.
The huge ax in his hand, including the handle, was covered in thick blood.
Every time he slashed, he could chop off body parts such as hands, feet, and heads of the Japanese who were either fat, thin, short, or short.
In fact, it was cut into two pieces.
Under the current hand-to-hand combat, the berserker who became berserk did not know pain and was not afraid of casualties. He was as terrifying as a human-shaped battlefield meat grinder.
The faces of the dozen or so Japs currently surrounding Xu Feng were filled with fear.
That is to say, a Japanese lieutenant, waving his command sword and yelling wildly, otherwise these Japanese soldiers must have fled in panic.
At the same time, in such a process, there is no such thing as just eating meat and not getting beaten.
While Xu Feng kept killing the Japs, he also kept getting more wounds on his body, because this guy was always attacking and attacking again, with no thought of dodge at all.
It's a strategy that uses one's own injuries in exchange for the opponent's life.
While he was taking a few glances at the Chinese characters, Xu Feng received another shot from the butt of a gun on his head.
After shaking his head, Xu Feng seemed to have no impact at all, and with his backhand, he slashed open the Japs who had hurt him from his shoulders to his waist.