Amid the smoke, there was a din, including the screams of the Japanese on the verge of death, the hoarse roars of the remaining soldiers, the violent impacts of stabbings, and sporadic gunshots, blood splattered, and people kept rolling to the ground.
In a messy depression, Yang Ling led eight remnants to engage in a fierce hand-to-hand battle with the Japanese. This was a fight that neither side was prepared for. Yang Ling originally wanted to lead the remnants to quietly bypass the Japanese camp.
However, he accidentally alerted the Japanese and had to strike first.
The Japs chased the defeated Chinese army for a whole day. They were tired and sleepy and did not expect to encounter a sudden attack. First, they were bombarded by grenades and couldn't distinguish the east, west, north and west, and then they were sprayed with dense machine gun bullets. The surviving Japs
When he reacted, Yang Ling had already led the remaining soldiers and rushed towards them with bayonets drawn.
These Japanese soldiers belong to the Third Division of the Japanese Army, one of the Class A divisions. They have strong combat effectiveness. Their companions suffered heavy losses in the two rounds of attacks. This did not make them timid, but instead aroused the ferocity in their bones. They were angry.
Shouting, he fought with the remaining soldiers with bayonets while shirtless.
Scarlet blood sprayed out without warning, and the sharp bayonets shone coldly and were stained with blood. The two sides fighting in the melee kept shouting and swung out their fists and bayonets with all their strength, hoping to kill each other.
At this moment, Yang Ling was like a cold killing machine. His thin body burst out with super fighting power. The bayonet in his hand was already dripping with blood. No fewer than five Japanese fell under his bayonet, either dead or wounded.
But there were too many Japs, with a team of more than fifty people. Although almost half of the Japs were knocked down by grenades and machine gun strikes, the remaining Japs still had an absolute numerical advantage. They had now recovered from the initial attack.
Zhong reacted and continued to join the battle group in the melee.
Yang Ling was injured. Although he was once the King of Soldiers, he was still an ordinary person who could die and be injured. His thin body no longer had the tyrannical power it once had.
The gray military uniform was ripped open with a crash, and the Japanese's cold bayonet cut a bloody groove in his arm. The blood seeped out. The pain in his arm was transmitted to the brain through the central nervous system, and Yang Ling couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
Yang Ling, who was in pain, glanced at his neck, a look of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced. At the same time, the bayonet in his hand plunged hard into the Japanese soldier's chest, stabbing him right through. The sharp tip of the knife was dripping with blood.
Jumped out from the devil's back.
The Japanese had a pained expression on his face, grinned and reached out to grab Yang Ling's neck. Yang Ling snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked him into the crater.
Lao Yanqiang felt that he was about to suffocate due to poor breathing. His wrinkled face turned purple because the Japanese were strangling his neck. His legs were kicking hard, not even leaving two holes in the dirt on the ground.
Groove, the devil riding on him was grinning ferociously, like a devil from hell, his hands tightly holding his neck like pliers.
Am I going to die? The old smoker is filled with despair. Although he usually likes to bully new recruits in the company and extort their money to exchange for drinks, he has never done anything harmful to the world. I thought he would follow
The troops coming to fight the national war is a matter of honoring the ancestors. I didn't expect that I would die first before I killed a Japanese. I was not willing to accept it.
The Japs were getting stronger and stronger, and Lao Yanqiang's kicks were getting weaker and weaker. Thinking that he was about to die, a look of relief flashed in Lao Yanqiang's eyes. He no longer had to run for his life day and night.
Now, I no longer have to worry about whether I have a good meal or not, and I can finally have a good sleep.
Yang Ling kicked over the Jaap who was riding on Lao Yanqiang, and stabbed him down: "Company Commander Zhou, are you okay?"
"Cough cough - cough cough," the old smoker coughed violently, opening his mouth wide and trying hard to breathe in the air, like a dehydrated fish, he had never felt that living was such a beautiful thing.
Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled Lao Yanqiang up from the ground: "Follow us." Then he rushed towards another Japanese who was pressing down the remaining soldiers and beating him.
The Japs had great stabbing skills and strong physical fitness. Facing close hand-to-hand combat, the remnants were no match for the Japs. The two sides struggled with each other, and almost all the remnants were at a disadvantage. Yang Ling became a firefighter.
On the battlefield, people are busy running for their lives.
Platoon leader Luo Dayong was now the only remnant soldier who did not need to worry about Yang Ling. The red-tasseled sword in his hand whirred, and half of the enemy's arm was cut off with one strike. The scene was dripping with blood and horrific to watch.
One of the Japanese tried to hug Luo Dayong and throw him to the ground. Not only did Luo Dayong fail to knock him down, but he became Luo Dayong's dead soul first.
The surviving Japs were like wounded beasts, fighting frantically with the remaining soldiers, smashing them with their fists, biting them with their teeth, and screaming in the dark. Yang Ling was shocked by the Japs' madness. If the two sides met head-on, Yang Ling would not hesitate.
It can be concluded that these remaining soldiers will definitely lose.
But the crazy Japanese were just trapped beasts on the verge of death. Although they fought bravely with the remaining soldiers, they could not escape the fate of destruction. After almost ten minutes of fighting, the last living Japanese was named
Er Lengzi's remnant soldiers were tied into blood gourds.
"I'll stab you to death! I'll stab you to death! I'll let you kill Goudan! I'll let you kill Goudan!" Er Lengzi's body was covered in scars, with hideous wounds exposed in his torn clothes. Blood was seeping out, and his eyes were red.
He kept stabbing the dead Japanese under him with his bayonet, roaring angrily.
Lao Yanqiang went up and kicked Erluozi away: "Youfeng, you motherfucker, stop it. The Japanese is already dead, absolutely dead."
Erluozi was kicked to the ground by Lao Yanqiang. Looking at the bloody Japs, he laughed crazily, and soon began to cry loudly, with tears and snot flowing from his nose, "Godan, I avenged you, I avenged you."
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The Japanese were completely wiped out and three remaining soldiers died in the battle. Yang Ling felt a little heavy, but he understood that war was like this, there was no mercy at all, and he had to have a strong heart if he wanted to survive.
Yang Ling sometimes even felt that he was not as good as the old smoker, facing the death of his companions without blinking an eye. Maybe he had seen too many dead people, and he was numb, Yang Ling guessed.
Yang Ling sat on the ground and tore off a piece of cloth to bandage the wound on his arm. Then he held a torch and rummaged through the messy battlefield for loot.
The Japs' commander, the second lieutenant, was killed in the first round of grenades thrown by Yang Ling, and his whole body was turned into coke. This is why the Japs' resistance was so messy and disorderly, and they were eventually eliminated by Yang Ling and the others.