The blood of the Anti-Japanese War stained the mountains and rivers

Although they were attacked by a surprise attack, the other party shouted and shouted about 20 people, but the devil soldiers were not afraid at all. They quickly installed their bayonets and rushed forward. They had almost arrogant confidence in their own strength.

"Kill!!"

The two groups of people collided violently in this wilderness, the sound of shouting and killing, the sound of fierce collision and the crisp sound of bayonets piercing flesh intertwined.

Holding the army with both hands, the old Wangtou swung the bayonet stabbing at his chest, kicked the devil soldier to the ground, and the saber ruthlessly pierced the devil soldier's heart, blood spattering.

The old soldier Monkey is thin and small, but he can survive on the battlefield of flesh and blood and has the ability to save his own life. He is facing the capable devil soldier, and he does not go head-to-head with the opponent at all. He slips and rolls to the opponent's feet.

He directly grabbed the ghost soldier's legs with both hands and pulled them hard. The ghost soldier staggered and fell down. Before the devil soldier could struggle, the bayonet had already penetrated the devil soldier's crotch, and the bayonet was pulled out with blood , Accompanied by the screams of Guizibing, although Guizibing is not dead, he has lost his fighting power.

The five veterans who followed Old Wangtou were not easy-going lamps. Although their methods were not visible, they all shot fiercely, because they knew that this was a cruel battlefield, and no matter how he killed people, the hero was alive.

But the young men who followed them were much worse. They were stabbed five or six times after just meeting the devil. , The young and strong are not opponents at all.

A bold young man rushed forward with a bayonet in his hand, but when he saw the ferocious expression of the oncoming devil soldier, he trembled in fright, his face was earthy and his feet were soft. into his chest.

Text Chapter 133 Death in Battle

"Ah!" Lu Zitao was rushing forward holding his Browning with a pale face and a guilty conscience. Suddenly there was a scream in front of him. Knocked to the ground, the bayonet stabbed into his stomach. ??

The gun in the injured Qing Zhuang's hand didn't know where he fell, and he tightly grasped the bayonet that had been pierced into his stomach with both hands, trying to pull it out, and blood gushed out from his mouth.

Guizibing had blue veins on his forehead, and he stabbed down hard with the bayonet. Seeing the bayonet sinking into the young belly, Lu Zitao's legs trembled, and he sat down on the ground in fright, forgetting himself. Still holding a Browning in his hand.

"Save...save me—" the young man before dying struggled and shouted to Lu Zitao who was sitting a few meters away. Every time he shouted, his open mouth turned blood red, and his gurgling words became ambiguous. clear.

Guizibing also looked up and saw Lu Zitao, who was sitting on the ground with Browning in his hand, his white teeth were grinning, and Lu Zitao was so frightened that his legs kicked on the dirt and he was about to shrink back.

"Ah!" Guizibing yelled, pulled out the bayonet from Qingzhuang's stomach and brought out a bloody arrow. Then he rushed towards Lu Zitao.

Guizibing had a ferocious face, full of blood, and rushed towards Lu Zitao like a ferocious monster. Lu Zitao yelled, he didn't even care about the pistol, and stood up in a hurry and was about to run back. What courage? At this moment, the face of hatred turned into a passing cloud, and fear occupied the brain, lingering.

The devil soldier jumped up and threw Lu Zitao to the ground. Lu Zitao fell to the ground hard, and then a person fell heavily on his body. When he looked up, it was the grinning devil soldier.

The ghost soldier was well-fed, strong and strong, and his strength was terrifying. Lu Zitao wanted to struggle, but he was a young master who was once powerless, so he was no match for the devil, and he was quickly crushed and unable to move.

Guizibing held Lu Zitao's throat tightly with his hands like iron pliers and pinched it down. Lu Zitao couldn't breathe well, yelled, his face was red and his neck was thick, and his whole face turned into a sauce purple. He struggled, kicking his legs hard , Two mud grooves were drawn on the ground, and his eyes gradually became blurred.

Seeing that he was about to be strangled to death by the devil, Lu Zitao suddenly felt his neck loosen, and a gust of water splashed all over his face, which was still hot.

"Fuck it, get up quickly! Lay down and wait to die!" Lu Zitao, who was lying on the ground, hadn't realized what was going on, when Old Wangtou yelled in his ears.

Lu Zitao opened his eyes, and found that the devil soldier on his body had turned into a headless corpse, with his head rumbled down next to him, and his body was also covered with blood. He had never seen such a terrifying scene before, smelling it The smell of blood, the five flavors in his heart were churning, and he vomited it out.

Looking at Lu Zitao who was lying down and vomiting, the old Wang cursed inwardly that he was useless, picked up the Browning and threw it over and kicked him: "If you can still breathe, get up and beat the devil!"

After finishing speaking, he took his devil saber and went straight to the next devil soldier. At this moment, dozens of people were fighting together, with smoke, dust and blood piled up, shouting and screaming.

Although the number of devil soldiers is small, they are better than the elite, and one enemy and three are no problem. On the other hand, on the old Wangtou's side, except for a few veterans who barely supported, the young and strong were beaten to death and stabbed to death. .

After all, the old soldier Monkey suffered from his weak stature, being pinned down by the devil soldier and unable to move. Fortunately, the old Wangtou stabbed the devil soldier from behind and knocked him over.

But this devil is like crazy, and he is even more fierce after being injured, just like those injured beasts, chasing a few young and strong by himself, so scared that the young and strong screamed, and the old king's head and nose were so angry Crooked, and yelled: "You have fire sticks in your hands! Hit back!"

The old king shouted and didn't notice a devil rushing over from behind. The bayonet pierced into his body with a puff. He felt cold. Under the pain, he swung his hand and slashed at him. One of the devil soldier's calf was cut off directly. , rolling on the ground holding the bloody half of his leg and screaming.

Old Wang grinned with a headache, panting heavily with his back against a corpse, but the air was mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood, which made his breathing extremely uncomfortable.

The wound was on his back. He touched it, and his hands were covered with blood. He didn't know how deep the incision was, but he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker.

A wounded devil found Lao Wangtou and wanted to fish in troubled waters to kill him. Lao Wangtou grabbed the saber and chopped off the devil soldier's leg.

He felt completely powerless at the moment. He was lying there watching the wounded devil crawling to catch the dropped gun. There was a bloodstain on the ground. He wanted to climb over to finish the devil, but he was powerless and could only watch the devil helplessly. further and further.

Although there were only a dozen devils, Old Wangtou and the others fought very hard. It was a small-scale melee, but it made them feel thrilled.

Old Wangtou was originally just a cooking squad leader of the Sichuan Army. He never thought that he would become the main force with a gun to fight the devils. Now that all the veterans are dead, he, the cooking squad leader, has become the main force and a veteran.

Lu Zitao was dripping with blood, but it wasn't his, but the devil soldier's. A wounded devil soldier was still crawling towards him. He was still frightened, and he held up Browning, which was covered in blood and mud, with trembling hands. With eyes closed, he pulled the trigger.

Bang bang bang - all eight bullets were fired in one breath, and the ghost soldier who crawled towards him had several blood holes on his head, lying there motionless.

Opening his eyes and seeing the bloody devil soldiers, and hearing the still screaming not far away, the fear in Lu Zitao's heart suddenly disappeared a lot. Platoon leader Wang was right, devils are also fleshy and will die.

After killing someone, Lu Zitao became more courageous, grabbed the gun that was covered in dust and blood, and couldn't bear to smash it on the head of a young and strong devil Bingshun, once, twice... ...It wasn't until the devil stopped yelling that he realized that the butt of the gun in his hand had been shattered.

Lu Zitao looked around, the scuffle was over, more than a dozen devil soldiers had all been knocked down to the ground at this moment, mixed with blood and mud, and the living people were all sitting on the ground panting like blood men.

"Platoon leader, platoon leader, are you okay?" The monkey's face was slashed by the devil's bayonet, and a bloody cut was turned out. At this moment, he ignored the pain and ran to the old Wang's head lying on the ground.

The old king was still holding the army he got from Yang Ling in his hand. He was covered in blood and was already extremely weak. He waved his hand weakly: "It's okay, but I was stabbed by the devil and it hurt a little." He was stabbed in the back, he was already numb, and he could still feel the pain there.

Seeing that the old Wangtou was still able to speak, the monkey felt relieved and went to the female health workers hiding not far away to rescue the wounded.

Most of the more than 20 young and strong male health workers died, and those who were alive were all bruised and swollen. Two of the five veterans who followed the old Wangtou survived, but they fought to the death of thirteen devil soldiers. a victory.

"Pack up your things and run quickly, the company commander and the others won't last long." Old Wang asked the monkey to lead the people to continue running to the northwest.

The monkey wanted to stretch out his hand to pull Lao Wangtou up, but Lao Wangtou waved his hand hastily: "You go first, I'll take a rest, the old bones are exhausted, and I will follow later."

"Let's go, let's go together," Hou Zibuyi, helped the old Wang's head and found a big puddle of blood dripping from the ground. After checking his back, he was stabbed with a bloody hole, and the blood was almost gone.

"Platoon leader, why didn't you tell us sooner that you were injured!" Seeing the hideous blood hole, the monkey's eyes turned red immediately, and he hurriedly called the health worker to come over to bandage him.

"Monkey, monkey, listen to me," the old king said while grabbing the monkey's arm firmly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave, so don't bother, you hold this devil knife , follow Company Commander Yang to beat devils well, remember, even if we Chinese die, we cannot be subjugated slaves..."

Touching the blood-stained devil's saber, the old Wangtou's tears flowed down the corner of his eyes. How many Sichuan Army brothers died under such a knife, and he avenged his dead brothers today. Thinking about it, he felt that his body was full of blood. I became weaker and weaker. After fighting and running all the way, I suddenly felt very sleepy. I really wanted to sleep peacefully, and my consciousness became more and more blurred.

"Hygienist! Hygienist!" The monkey's tears fell down like string beads, and he couldn't hear what the old Wangtou said, so he shouted into the distance with a choked voice, but the old Wangtou in his arms didn't finish speaking Already out of breath.

Lu Zitao and others rushed over, seeing that the old Wangtou was covered in blood and had no breath. Lu Zitao felt as if a stone was stuck in his throat. The old Wangtou saved his life just now, but at this moment it became cold. corpse.

Gunshots also sounded in the distance. It should be that Yang Ling and the others exchanged fire with the devil soldiers who were chasing after him. The monkey gently put the old king's head on the ground, stretched out his sleeves to wipe his red and swollen eyes, and then stood up.

"Let's go, the devil is about to catch up."

Main text Chapter 134 Escape in embarrassment

Yang Ling and the others quickly exchanged fire with the chasing devil troops. The devil soldiers' firepower was powerful, and the violent bullets set off a metal storm, smashing the weeds and trees along the trajectory into pieces all over the sky, and the bullets fell to the ground with a puff. The mud mist that set off a large canopy made Yang Ling and the others unable to lift their heads. ?

A sneer appeared on Lieutenant Takahashi's face. He could tell from the sound of the gunfire that the number of Chinese troops blocking them was small, so he didn't even bother to make a flank detour, and directly commanded a small group of devil soldiers to pull the skirmish line Charge forward.

Yang Dashu held the Type [-] light machine gun on his shoulder and kept pulling the trigger, shooting in a fan-like direction, but the bullets flew out and the ghost soldiers who were rushing forward lay down on the ground to hide. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and a machine gun couldn't hold down the advancing devils at all.

Yang Ling lay on the ground and pulled the gun mechanically, constantly pulling the trigger. Every time the gun fired, a devil soldier fell to the ground, but it was useless to hit one person accurately, the devil was getting closer and closer.

"Throw a grenade for cover! Withdraw!" Seeing that the devil had rushed over, Yang Ling didn't dare to fight, so he pulled out the only grenade left on his waist, pulled the rope, and smashed it out.