After a few clouds of flames and smoke, the Japs bared their teeth and howled and howled. The Japs' ferocious faces and rampant momentum made many of the brothers responsible for the attack feel weak in their legs and stomachs. They were really scared. Qin Shou was not much better, with all his teeth still there.
Shiver.
But those dead brothers and their bloody faces kept lingering in his mind. They all died in the hands of the Japs. He kept shouting for revenge. Now that the Japs were close, what if he turned around and ran away?
Are you worthy of your dead brothers?
Seeing the Japs rushing out of the smoke with bayonets drawn, his eyes suddenly turned red. His hatred for the Japs overpowered the fear in his heart, and he stood up with a roar: "Brothers! Follow me and kill the Japs!!"
Qin Shou rushed forward with his bayonet in hand. At this moment, he completely forgot about fear and fear. He only had one belief in his heart, which was revenge. As the saying goes, a soldier will be brave. Qin Shou rushed out without his life, which immediately made the remaining brothers' blood rush to their brains.
He shouted and rushed out without hesitation.
More than 20 Chinese soldiers with sallow faces and thin muscles bravely charged against several times the number of Japanese soldiers. A look of surprise flashed on the face of Japanese Major Takako. He had not seen such brave Chinese soldiers for a long time since the great defeat of the Chinese army.
, but so what, he immediately shouted coldly: "Kill them all!"
Not to mention the more than 20 Chinese soldiers here, if he hadn't been worried that the battle would attract more Chinese troops to encircle and suppress them, Yingxiao would have even wanted to turn around and kill Yang Ling and his group. However, in order to carry out his mission,
We must get out of the battle as soon as possible. The embarrassment today will be restored a hundred times in the future!
The first one to rush towards Qin Shou was a Japanese soldier with an ugly scar on his face. He did not yell at the other Japanese soldiers. Instead, he held a bayonet and rushed towards Qin Shou without saying a word, like a dangerous enemy.
Like a wild animal pounces on its prey, it is bound to win.
This was an old devil. Seeing the calmness and calmness of this scarred devil, Qin Shou secretly cried out in his heart, Damn, how could he be so unlucky? But he couldn't think about it anymore, the scarred devil was no longer close to him.
Ten steps away, he was there in an instant, and he could even see the ugly scar on the Japanese soldier's cold face, which was particularly ferocious.
Damn it, fight! Now it is impossible to retreat. When we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win. We can only fight to the death, maybe we can still fight for a way out. Qin Shou roared to embolden himself, and instead of retreating, he advanced to face this scarred devil.
Kill him.
A disdainful sneer flashed across Scar's ugly face, and the bayonet in his hand pierced Qin Shou's heart cleanly. For veterans like them, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, there was no need to fight on the battlefield.
No matter what fancy moves are needed, the most ruthless and deadly way is to take action.
Qin Shou knew that he was no match for this old devil, but he was not afraid and rushed forward without hesitation. Just when the sharp bayonet was about to pierce into his heart, he suddenly turned to one side and the bayonet made a pop.
He stabbed him in the lower ribs at an angle.
Enduring the severe pain coming from his lower ribs, Qin Shou suddenly raised the low-hanging bayonet in his hand, and the blade was pointed directly at the Japs' throat. The Japs Scar, who was originally confident of winning, changed his face wildly, because he used too much force and could no longer hold his feet.
Watching in horror that he was getting closer and closer to the rising bayonet, he wanted to escape, but the force of inertia made him bump into it involuntarily.
Poof!
The sharp bayonet pierced the Japanese's throat without any hindrance, and the bloody arrows sprayed out all over Qin Shou's face. Qin Shou tried his best to be stabbed in exchange for the Japanese's neck, but he pierced a hole in the Japanese's neck.
I wanted to scream in pain, but when I opened my mouth, blood was pouring out of my mouth, and I couldn't say a word.
Qin Shou pulled out the bloody bayonet. The Japs fell to the ground with a plop, twitched twice and stopped moving. Qin Shou leaned against a small tree, breathing heavily. If he had stepped sideways and slowed down, the Japs' bayonets would have been gone.
It penetrated into his own heart first, and it was really thrilling, but he won and fought to the death of the Japanese.
He reached out and touched his lower ribs where the Japs had stabbed him. It was already sticky and wet, and his clothes were soaked with the blood. He didn't bother to bandage the wound, and stood upright against the tree trunk, with the bayonet raised, because there were a few more
A devil rushed towards him.
"Kill the Japs!" Before the Japs who rushed towards Qin Shou could reach him, they were thrown to the ground by several brothers who rushed out from behind. They knew that they were no match for the Japs and relied on their lives.
The idea of fighting one's life, if one can fight to the death, one will count.
Seeing that the Japs rushing towards him were blocked, Qin Shou felt a little weak because of the bleeding from his lower ribs. He slid to the ground along the tree trunk, panting heavily and pulled the gun bolt to aim at the Japs rushing towards him in the distance.
, he shot and knocked over two of them. There was a click and there was no bullet in the gun.
He dug into his bloody pocket, but it was empty. He threw away the gun in his hand angrily, crawled next to the dead Scar Japs and took out two grenades.
"Little Japs, come and kill grandpa!" Qin Shou roared with a long mouth, unscrewing the bottom cover and pulling the string. The smoking grenade frightened the Japs who rushed towards Qin Shou and hurriedly turned around and ran away.
Japanese Major Takako used a bayonet to stab several holes in the body of a National Revolutionary Army soldier who was hugging his thigh. The soldier had lost his combat effectiveness and was dying, but the hands that hugged him were like iron pliers.
Let go and let Yingxiao shine brightly.
Boom! Fire and smoke filled the air. The grenade thrown by Qin Shou blew up several Japanese soldiers who could not escape. Ying Xiao was also knocked to the ground. His back was covered in blood, and at least four or five pieces of iron were embedded in it.
His face was scratched by thorns, and his face was covered in blood.
The devil Yingxiao's ears were ringing and he was a little dizzy. He stood up unsteadily and saw Qin Shou sitting against a tree trunk not far away, shouting happily. He remembered that it was this bastard who threw the grenade. He
I took a step forward and wanted to kill him, this hateful Chinese.
"Sir, let's go!" Yingxiao hadn't even taken two steps when he heard his subordinates running out to stop him, dragging him into the woods.
Yingxiao wanted to scold loudly, but when he heard the roar of mountains and tsunamis coming from behind, he turned around and saw that countless Chinese people wearing mottled clothes were rushing over with various weapons. Those who were killed by them
The beaten Chinese soldiers were also charging.
Yingxiao saw that the elite soldiers under his command were being submerged by the wave, and were chopped to the ground by the angry Chinese. He heard the screams of his men, and saw the blood being shed wantonly.
Death, his heart felt like a knife, damn it!
"Chase! We can't let the Japanese escape!" Someone saw Yingxiao and the others heading into the forest, holding machetes and screaming and started chasing.
"Sir, run! I'll stop the Chinese!" The lieutenant who was dragging him away pushed Yingxiao, then turned around and faced him with a bayonet. Yingxiao followed the gentle slope and rolled into the bushes full of thorns.
He raised his eyes and saw that the remaining lieutenant had also been chopped down, and his bloody head rolled down the gentle slope. Looking at the lieutenant's staring eyes, the canthus of Yingxiao's eyes was completely split.
The shouts of killing in the forest became weaker, and the voices of Chinese people were everywhere. More and more guerrillas and brothers from the guerrilla camp began to search for the remaining enemies around the forest. The injured Yingxiao endured the severe pain and climbed out of the thorns.
Like a lost dog, he ran away into the distance without looking back.