Chapter 305 Crazy hand-to-hand combat (six) [for the white elephant 3/3]
Qingshan, a retired PLA noncommissioned officer who often walks with Fat Paper, has no time to save his good friend now.
Even his experience was even more miserable than that of Fat Paper; the main reason was that at some point, the corner of his mouth was opened by a Japanese bayonet.
Because the wound on that one was so big that even one side of his gums was completely exposed.
For a moment, the Chinese characters seemed so terrifying.
But even so, the sharp sword in Qingshan's hand was still slashing wildly at a Japanese man whose legs had been chopped off and fell to the ground.
From the perspective of Kanji, Qingshan is not a bad-mouthed person.
Among all the team members, the one who suffered the worst was the mixing plant worker who was only seven or eight meters away from him in the ashtray.
In the previous battle, a stray bullet took away two ounces of flesh under his arm.
Although the person will not die, it is equivalent to temporarily losing an arm.
But for such a disabled person, when Hu Biao took the lead in rushing out of the trench, Qingshan hesitated for a moment, and finally roared out.
Cursing and taking care of him, I followed him with a grenade in my hand.
Xu used the cast iron end to crack the devil's skull.
After all, he is just a worker in a mixing plant, without any military experience or relevant training. All military knowledge comes from the Internet and movies and TV series.
Isn't there a scene like this in many movies and TV dramas? A little soldier holds a grenade in his hand and hits the devil on the head.
Therefore, Ashtray, who can only use one arm, decided to use this fighting method.
As for the consequences of trying this?
A few minutes later, the ashtray, which had been stabbed countless times in the chest, was now lying upright on the edge of a crater, having long since lost its vitality.
The grenade covered in blood at one end of the cast-iron part was still in his hand at this point.
Even at this point, the cover at the bottom of the grenade has been unscrewed, exposing one of the fire locks.
But at this point, the ashtray that has lost all its life can no longer be opened.
Even though his mouth was wide open, he was only thirty or forty centimeters away from the fuse of this thing.
Therefore, at this moment, the Chinese characters can be clearly seen, and the eyes of Ashtray are full of unwillingness, which means that he cannot even close his eyes after death.
Seeing the Chinese characters in this scene, I felt inexplicably sad.
Looking at the circle of Chinese characters, among the soldiers of the Guo Army, the only one who stood out was Hu Biao's little follower Zhao Shanhe.
Although he now has an obvious pool of blood on his left shoulder, he was obviously injured in the previous battle.
However, at this moment, the rifle with a bayonet in his hand was used like a big gun, and the moves were still not out of shape at all.
Next to him, the three Japanese soldiers who were picked to death were the glorious results of his victory.
Even the Japs Sergeant who was currently fighting with him had a look of nervousness and panic on his face, as if he knew that if he continued to fight like this, he wouldn't be able to survive for long.
As for the other soldiers of the Fruit Army, after several minutes of fierce fighting, only a dozen or so of them were left standing.
Most of these survivors are veterans who look a little careless at first glance.
The other recruits are now lying on the ground with no idea of their life or death, lying together with the corpses of some Japanese soldiers, and their limbs are entangled and indistinguishable from each other...
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Although the content I saw above through the observation of Chinese characters is written a lot, I don’t know how many people are scolding the author for being too watery with so many words.
But in reality, the total time added up is only a little over a minute.
With this little time, I was able to regain my composure a little bit.
Feeling that his arms had gained a little more strength, Kanji picked up a 38-meter rifle that he didn't know who had dropped it, and loaded a bullet with a 'click~' sound.
Hold the gun, aim, fire, and kill a Japanese soldier more than ten steps away.
Then, he wounded another Japanese soldier in the same manner. When he tried to load the gun for the third time, he found that there was no bullet in the barrel.
It happened that at this time, a Japanese captain who had just hacked to death a Guo army soldier with a samurai sword discovered such an unsophisticated thing as Chinese characters.
Suddenly, holding the bloody command knife in his hand, he rushed towards the Chinese characters.
Facing his opponent, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, he was about to chop down the Japanese captain with a single blow.
At this moment, Hanzi, who was still riding on the Japanese corpse, had no time to stand up because his legs had little strength.
Under the stimulation of death, the adrenaline in Hanzi secreted crazily, finally stimulating the last remaining strength in the body.
With all this strength, he used the bayonet in his hand as a spear and threw it at the Japanese captain.
Facing the sharp bayonet flying towards him, the Japanese captain immediately blocked it with his sword.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hanzi suddenly kicked off his legs, stood up and rushed forward, throwing such a Japanese captain to the ground.
So, another fight began.
And once again, the Chinese characters relied on their size to suppress the Japanese under him.
It was just when one of his left hands was tightly squeezing the Japanese's neck, and the other right hand was pulling at his side, intending to hit rocks, helmets and other hard objects to kill such an opponent.
A sharp bayonet pierced his back, miraculously avoiding the ribs on his chest, and a sharp point emerged from his chest.
Kanji, who knew he was doomed, did something that made him feel crazy at this moment.
He showed his snow-white teeth because he insisted on brushing them morning and night all year round, and bit down on the captain's Adam's apple.
I used all my strength, including the last bit of strength inspired by severe pain.
Then, he could feel a wet sole stepping hard on his back, then pulled out the bayonet and thrust it in again.
Once, twice, three times, it was the third time.
The Chinese character, whose face was turned upward, was already in his final moments.
"What the heck! Isn't this kind of day of participating in the world of missions too exciting?" A senior executive of a certain city's power company thought in his heart when he took his last breath.
Even at this moment, this guy was still biting an Adam's apple that had been forcibly bitten off.
And the owner of such an Adam's apple looked helplessly at a soldier under his command who was covering his wound with a military cap, but he couldn't even say a word.
Because every time he moved his mouth, a burst of blood appeared on the bleeding neck wound.
With such an injury, even the gods couldn't save him these days...
Hit, hit, Hu Biao clearly felt the bursts of severe pain in his body caused by the constant injuries on his body.
There were also comrades who were injured or screamed before dying, which were strongly stimulated.
He knew that he was about to suffer from the sequelae of that or something.
But at such a time, if he had an attack, he would have an attack. Hu Biao, who had already shown his true fire, felt that as long as he could kill all the devils in front of him, he would be willing to give everything he had.
So under the observation of others, Hu Biao's body increased by three points.
Then he started fighting in a state that was not inferior to that of the berserker Xufeng after becoming berserk.
In this situation, until he instinctively found an opponent like Matsuyama Keisuke, it was considered that the top commanders of both sides had a battle of kings.
It is said that Matsuyama Keisuke, who came from a samurai family, wielded his ancestral samurai sword.
After letting out a huge howl, he pounced on such an opponent covered in blood.