Wang Huzhu and other veterans who have survived countless vicious battles and bloody battles are particularly fierce. They know very well in their hearts that war is extremely cruel.
In such hand-to-hand combat with red bayonets, there is no room for negligence or mercy, because if you are stunned for just a second, the enemy's bayonet will pierce your body, and all you will lose is your life.
Therefore, if you want to survive in such a hand-to-hand combat with flesh and blood flying, you must compete with others in terms of ruthlessness and ferocity, and compete with who can be faster by just a second. There is no room for hesitation, and even if you are injured, you will not die.
These veterans were all so ferocious and terrifying that they would just thrust their bayonets straight into the enemy's chest and smash the enemy's internal organs, leaving the enemy with no chance to get up and fight.
There was the sound of bones breaking, the bayonet squeaking into flesh, a brother smashed the butt of his gun, and forcefully dented the Japanese's head. This was a blood-soaked battlefield, tragic and cruel.
In just one breath, countless people on both sides fell into a pool of blood, unable to get up again, and more people were falling.
"Bagaya road!"
"Kill Gaigai!"
Seeing the small battlefield in front of him was filled with blood and howling, the Japanese Lieutenant Commander Ono Ichiro's eyes were split open, and he roared like an angry beast.
In full view of the public, their charge troops were attacked. Seeing the soldiers who kept falling, they wanted to shoot and kill all the Chinese officers and soldiers.
But Wang Huzi and the others were extremely shrewd and frightening. They had already fought with more than a hundred Japanese soldiers and strangled them. The Japanese soldiers a few hundred meters away wanted to shoot, but they found that if they fired, they would hit their own people. They screamed in anger.
More than 300 brothers who looked like wolves and tigers were fighting together with more than 100 Japanese soldiers. The Japanese soldiers were waiting for support in small groups back to back. However, Wang Huzi and the others did not give the Japanese soldiers such a chance. They thrust like crazy and tried to give them all even if they were injured.
Stab into death.
Hundreds more Japs rushed over to support, roaring, their eyes red with anger and glowing like beasts. They were a new force.
"Hold them off!"
Yang Ling and the others also took advantage of the situation and rushed down the mountain ridge. Countless simple Molotov cocktails were thrown in the direction of the Japanese. Gasoline was sprayed in the sky, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground were ignited. The flames jumped up, thick smoke billowed, and the fire quickly spread.
spread.
Many Japanese soldiers who rushed quickly were hit by Molotov cocktails, and immediately turned into blazing living beings, wailing and rolling on the ground. Their howls were like killing pigs, which made people feel heart-stopping.
The roasted stench dispersed along with the thick smoke. The Japanese who were rushing towards us were temporarily forced back by the ferocious fire. Many of the Japanese were on fire and fought hard, making them look very embarrassed.
"Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"
This simple Molotov cocktail could only stop the Japs for a moment. The Japs were soon able to rush through the fire. Yang Ling roared, and the brothers rushed towards the remaining Japs and stabbed them to death.
Other brothers hurriedly picked up the guns, bullets, and grenades on the ground, and then ran towards the mountain ridge position in a panic with these stolen weapons and ammunition.
The entire hand-to-hand combat lasted less than five minutes. Except for a few Japs hiding on the edge, most of the Japs turned into twitching and bleeding corpses on the ground, and the blood that emerged was still warm.
The brothers who had fought a brief hand-to-hand battle did not dare to stay longer. They carried the injured brothers on their backs and carried the sacrificed ones, and ran back to their own positions in a rolling and crawling manner.
But those Molotov cocktails only temporarily delayed the reinforcements of the Japs, and hundreds of beast-like Japs roared over and swept over them.
"beat!'
"Push them back!"
The weapons that Wang Huzi and the others obtained through hand-to-hand combat were still stained with minced meat and sticky blood. They didn't bother to clean them now, so they just took them in their hands and used them.
"Da da da - da da da -"
The light machine gun with a crooked handle mounted on the soil began to spit out tongues of fire, and a string of bullets swept towards the Japanese. The angry Japanese were immediately knocked down in large pieces.
The brothers who picked up the Japanese 38 rifles also pulled the bolts one after another, aimed and fired, and the bullets flew out, knocking the Japanese to the ground one by one.
"Puff puff!"
"Well!"
'Ah!'
The angry Japanese soldiers responded in kind, and stopped one after another to grab and shoot. After firing one shot, they stepped on the corpses and rushed forward.
The gunshots intensified and bullets flew in all directions. Yang Ling and the others managed to stabilize their position with the help of the captured Japanese weapons.
Bloody grenades were thrown out one by one and fell into the charging Japanese group. Blood and flesh flew everywhere immediately, and heart-rending screams could be heard from the drifting gunpowder smoke.
"Haha, little devil, come on!"
Wang Huzi and the others pressed sticky, blood-stained bullets into the barrels of their guns, and then aimed and fired. Many Japanese soldiers' heads burst with bright blood, and then they fell to the ground.
The enemy's bullets also flew in random directions, and many brothers who came forward were hit. Blood mist filled the air. The medical soldiers dragged the wailing brothers to the back of the mountain ridge and rescued them nervously.
The casualties were rising sharply. The little devil, stimulated by the blood, looked like he was going crazy and charged towards Yang Ling and the others regardless of the casualties.
Yang Ling and the others only picked up two machine guns, but they were quickly suppressed by the Japanese machine guns. Those sparse rifles could not stop the large number of Japanese soldiers.
The defense line on the left was broken through by more than a dozen Japanese soldiers. These Japanese soldiers rushed up with blood-red eyes and stabbed and killed many brothers. Several brothers were stabbed into pieces.
"Fuck you!" When the blacksmith saw these fierce little devils, he turned his machine gun and fired a bunch of bullets at them, causing them to bleed all over and fall down one by one.
A few of the survivors who were still groaning and struggling on the ground were pushed to the ground by the rushing veterans and their necks were wiped one by one. The gap in the defense line was blocked.
"Throw out all the grenades!"
Seeing more and more Japs approaching, Yang Ling was sweating anxiously. These Japs were desperate for their lives as soon as they came up, so they could only take one step at a time.
All the twenty or so grenades they had just recovered from the Japanese corpses flew out and exploded in front of the position. Blood mist and smoke flew into the air, and the mud covered their faces.
The smoke from the explosion enveloped them, and the ammunition they had just collected from the Japanese was gone in the blink of an eye. They had to grab their bayonets and stab them into the billowing smoke. The Japanese fell down one by one with wailing sounds.
Under the tenacious resistance of the brothers, the first wave of Japanese soldiers who rushed up were pushed back, leaving behind a large number of corpses and retreated to the same place. The brothers were almost paralyzed from exhaustion in the tense and rapid battle.
Although this battlefield lasted less than fifteen minutes in total, both sides suffered heavy casualties, and the Japanese were shocked by the combat power of the Chinese army that blocked them.
The Chinese troops they encountered in the past would never be able to withstand such a high-intensity attack. They only needed one charge to defeat the opponent, but this time they were forced back.
"Baga! Trash!" Ichiro Ono, whose face was livid with anger, slapped the captain who came back and cursed loudly.