It was a battlefield that seemed a little quiet compared to the hustle and bustle in the distance.
If the battle not far away with continuous artillery fire and loud gunshots is a passionate symphony, then the "Puff Puff Puff" sounds that sound from time to time on this battlefield are like a sad flute.
Six or seven staggering figures, holding spears, turned over every body on the battlefield one by one, found the target, raised the spears, and without hesitation dug in and pulled out again.
There was no resistance, only the painful pleading of the mother tongue, but it was all in vain. The charging Japanese soldiers watched with horror as one of their compatriots, who was probably not seriously injured, was stabbed with a knife and woke up from a coma.
Afterwards, he crawled forward desperately trying to escape his fate.
However, a thinned Chinese soldier behind him quickly caught up and chopped his neck with a knife. I wonder if that damned Chinese soldier had such cruel thoughts. Amidst the deafening wails of his compatriots, he actually
He was so crazy that he even chopped him with more than a dozen knives but still could not completely kill his compatriot.
For a moment, the pitiful howls of killing pigs made every Japanese soldier who heard them feel chills all over their bodies. No wonder the Chinese people they stabbed to death with more than a dozen knives screamed so miserably. It turned out that it really hurt!
The splattering blood kept spraying on Ji Yanxue's face, mixed with Ji Yanxue's bursting tears, and the black water mixed with blood on his smiling face made the scalp of the Japanese soldiers numb.
Crazy Chinese people.
Ji Yanxue, who committed a murder for the first time, did not feel sick for the first time. On the contrary, she felt a huge joy in her heart. She could finally tell Shi Xiaoshuan that she had killed a Japanese for him.
Shi Xiaoshuan, the name of the wounded soldier she had bandaged, was also the name of the soldier who blocked the bayonet with his chest for her. Similarly, it was also the name of the remnant soldier who told her a dream, that he wanted to kill one more Japanese for his cousin who was tortured by the Japanese army.
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Liu Lang, who was walking somewhat unsteadily, came over, patted Ji Yanxue's shoulder, and waved to Chi Dakui over there. The only six soldiers left, including Chi Dakui, who had finished cleaning the battlefield, came over.
"Sir, all the little devils have been killed, not a single one is left alive, brothers..." At this point, Chi Dakui choked up and couldn't speak anymore.
Big tears fell from the eyes of this rough Shaanxi man.
After this hand-to-hand battle, half of his brothers stayed here forever.
Following a loud noise hundreds of meters away behind him, Liu Lang's body stiffened slightly. Zhao Ergou's side was over.
But Liu Lang smiled and laughed.
He patted Chi Dakui on the shoulder, pointed at the longing figure of the Japanese soldier thirty meters away, and said: "Haha, Chi Dakui, you are such a crybaby. Brothers, you just took a step early. We will follow you soon. Chi Dakui,
Tell me, there are dozens of Japanese soldiers over there, are you afraid of fighting them?"
"Damn it, I like to fuck with little devils the most. If I'm afraid, I won't be a good man." Chi Dakui Tongling glared and said a jingle out of nowhere.
"Oh, shit, Captain Chi can also write poetry!" Liu Lang and several remaining soldiers burst into laughter, laughing at the thirty ghastly bayonets on the opposite side.
Ji Yanxue also smiled with her tiny silver teeth, stood beside Liu Lang, and continued to hold the bayonet tightly in her hand.
"Follow me and do their bitch." Liu Lang looked around at the seven people around him, his eyes full of pride.
With fifteen remnants, he fought a brutal hand-to-hand battle, and after killing more than thirty Japs, half of them survived. Liu Lang was proud of himself.
Pride is not just about winning.
Also, face death calmly.
Once again, facing the Japanese who far outnumbered their own, the eight men put into charge formation and began to accelerate gradually, but they seemed to be commanding thousands of troops. Their soaring momentum shocked the Japanese army.
After a fierce battle, the remaining few people dared to charge and took the lead.
Liu Lang was very tired. Killing eight Japanese soldiers in a row had consumed all his energy. If he could, he would like to lie down right now without even opening his eyelids. But he couldn't sleep. There were countless wounds all over his body.
The pain in his body reminded him that once he closed his eyes, he would probably never wake up again.
He couldn't sleep either. At this moment, he was not the strongest elite after seventy years, nor was he a descendant of a soldier who wanted to live to fight the Japanese. He was just a soldier now, a commander with seven soldiers.
He wants to take them to death and tell the Japanese what kind of equipment and tactics. We Chinese are afraid that if we go crazy, we can eat all the Japanese alive with one mouthful.
Already.
The rifle was too heavy, so Liu Lang simply threw away the spear and held the bayonet behind his back. In the eyes of the Japanese with wide eyes, he stabbed himself hard on his arm while running. There was no blood spurting, only flowing water.
, the falling blood drops were rolled up by the running wind into a thin blood line and fell behind Liu Lang.
Not only does it use severe pain to stimulate oneself to stay awake, but when the physical exertion reaches the limit, a large amount of bleeding can restore the physical strength in a short time, just like the ancients bleeding a galloping horse at the end of a sprint to increase the speed again, but this does not help.
Unlike overdrafting life, the final outcome is basically death!
The commander went crazy, and so did the soldiers. They all followed suit, screaming wildly and slashing their own flesh and blood, leaving little blood flying behind them.
Following closely behind Liu Lang, Chi Dakui began to accelerate. Even though his dry lungs were about to explode, he still ran with all his strength, even though the machine gun in his hand was almost only an iron pipe.
It is the souvenir left by smashing the heads of two Japanese soldiers in succession.
It turns out that the human skull is really hard.
Liu Dazhu was also accelerating. Even if he fell at the end of the team, he still limped and accelerated again, dragging his leg, which had a big hole opened by the bayonet and was still bleeding.
The faster the blood flows, the lighter the body may be.
The remnant soldiers, who were in ragged clothes and no better than beggars, took advantage of the severe pain to stimulate their charge, but the speed of the charge was somewhat ridiculous in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers who stood solemnly.
But no one laughed.
These are a group of soldiers seeking death.
"Baga, raise your gun." In the short roar of the squad leader, all the Japanese soldiers leveled the spears in their hands with solemn expressions.
Such enemies are real soldiers, and dying in battle is the highest respect given to them.
Gunshots rang out...
Rifles, machine guns, shell guns...many guns suddenly sounded on this silent and tragic battlefield.
At least half of the Japanese troops who were caught off guard spun to the ground.
"Come on!"
"Fight the devil!"
"Fuck you to death!"
Accompanying the gunshots were shouts and rapid footsteps.
When the remaining Japanese troops saw this situation, how could they compete with the seven or eight remnant soldiers? Dragging their spears and retreating quickly, if they didn't run away, hundreds of soldiers would sneak up from behind and make dumplings for them.
The first moment the gunfire rang out, Liu Lang yelled: "Lie down."
Then, his body, which weighed 100 kilograms, fell to the ground so hard that dust erupted from Mother Earth, and stars shot out of his eyes.
The officer is indeed a ruthless person. He is ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself! This was the last thought left in Liu Dazhu's head at the moment when he knocked himself unconscious. He even felt that he had it after being thrown to the ground by Chief Liu.
The vibration knocked him down.
"The guy next door to Mala is not rescuing people, he's killing people. He's such a bastard. I almost ended up dead." Before Liu Lang passed out, he touched his crotch, and then passed out while thinking about happiness.
The biggest advantage of the classic national curse is that it allows you to clearly distinguish whether you are an enemy or a friend. That thing is more useful than any password. Except for the Chinese, any other race has the ability to face the word "gan"
The many meanings of "have to be numb".
The entire battlefield was littered with corpses.
There was only a thin national soldier shaking the body of a fat Japanese sergeant with tears in his eyes.
This was the last battlefield they saw after 383 Chinese soldiers from the Chen Zhenxin Battalion of the 264th Brigade of the 88th Army rushed up with a broken leg.