The last infantry platoon of the 17th Division held its position, and regarded itself as a firework that soared into the sky, showing the Japanese what it means to be unyielding.

Teru Kuroda raised his head, shaking his head, which had been almost shattered by the huge explosion, and looked into the blackened trench in the middle of the field, looking stunned.

The wounded Chinese soldiers and their remaining weapons were all reduced to ashes in the heat of the explosives explosion, and he could not find a trace of the Chinese soldiers except for the half of the trenches that had collapsed due to the explosion.

If it weren't for the existence of the trenches, he and his more than 40 people would probably have been blown into kites with cluster bombs by this group of Chinese, who have gone completely crazy.

If all the Chinese people are like this, will they really be able to completely conquer this ancient country? A trace of unspeakable fear flashed in Kuroda's heart.

It wasn't because when he turned around, he found that at least ten of his subordinates had been killed or injured by the huge blast, including the reporter sent by the divisional headquarters. What else would humans fear when they were not even afraid of death?

The scene of the Chinese soldiers smiling at death has become an indelible memory for more than 30 people of the 20th Division, the 77th Wing, the 2nd Infantry Brigade, the 4th Infantry Squadron, and the 3rd Infantry Squad.

But in any case, Jingcheng County has been lost. The 77th Wing of the Japanese Army killed more than 160 people in the battle, and finally captured the most important bridgehead in front of the Niangzi Pass Defense Area.

Japanese troops, swarming in.

The 80th Infantry Wing of the 40th Brigade, which had been waiting for the victory of the 77th Wing's attack, quickly sent an infantry brigade to attack Xuehua Mountain through Jingcheng County, and the artillery squadron of the Infantry Wing had 4 mountain guns, 4 infantry guns and 12 field artillery pieces of a field artillery brigade reinforced to them by the 20th Division followed up, plus 2 infantry guns equipped with the infantry brigade, a total of 22 cannons, and the momentum was violent. There is a tendency to take advantage of the victory to pursue and capture the position of Xuehua Mountain in one fell swoop.

The nobles of the 28th Cavalry Wing, who had already received the divisional order, set off with their whips after the 80th Infantry Wing arrived at the foot of Snow Blossom Mountain. Run along the highway to the Niangziguan area.

The sound of "booming" hooves like thunder could even be heard on the Xuehua Mountain position six miles away, but the Chinese officers and men on Xuehua Mountain, who had already entered the position and were waiting for it, could only cry out in vain. The rifles and machine guns in their hands could only hold the railway only a few hundred meters away from the front of Xuehua Mountain, and if they wanted to block the road, they could only use the 12 mountain guns of the divisional artillery battalion that were more precious than human lives.

However, in order to hold Snow Flower Mountain, the mountain artillery battalion could not advance any further. The firing range of the Jin mountain cannon is nearly one kilometer less than the firing range of the Japanese army's 41-type mountain artillery, and if it is damaged by the Japanese artillery raid, Xuehuashan can only be beaten passively, so it is a question whether it can last for a day.

Division Commander Zhao, the death order issued was that Xuehua Mountain must hold on for two days, even if the whole regiment is gone.

Under the bunker, in the field of vision of Zhang Shijun, commander of the 102nd Regiment of the 17th Division, a thousand devils of an infantry brigade had begun to establish improvised field positions outside the range of machine guns, and his face was full of solemnity.

Don't look at the Japanese army, there are only 1,200 people in an infantry brigade, which is twice as many as the 2,400 people under his command. However, Zhang Shijun, who had already clashed with the Japanese army several times on the battlefield in Hebei, knew very well that the Japanese were very worthy of him this time.

On the vast plains of Hebei, the 17th Division faced the most Japanese invaders, and it was only more than 3,000 people in an infantry wing, but the result was that they were defeated and retreated.

The overwhelming artillery fire made it impossible for the officers and soldiers on the plain to fight in an organized manner, and countless brave and fearless officers and soldiers disappeared into the artillery fire in the sky. Therefore, we can only retreat again and again, from Hebei to Shanxi.

It's just that, this time, he can't go back. It's not just that the division headquarters has already given a death order to hold out for two days, but

Behind them is Niangzi Pass, after Niangzi Pass is Shouyang, and after Shouyang is Taiyuan.

After Shanxi, where is it? Even Zhang Shijun, who went to a military school, couldn't tell himself an accurate answer.

The battle of Snowflake Mountain is about to break out.

The 28th Cavalry Wing is also advancing to reconnoiter the Niangzi Pass area according to the order of the 20th Division Kawagishi Bunzaburo. They will provide accurate deployment of enemy forces to the two infantry wings of the 39th Brigade that will follow.

At this moment, Liu Lang, who was 20 kilometers away from the Niangziguan area covered with war clouds, had already seen Yuan Yihonggang sitting cross-legged waiting for him in the open space nearly 300 meters from the top of the mountain.

Liu Lang held the short-handled military thorn that belonged to the brother who died in battle by Yuan Yihonggang on the pine trunk with his backhand, his face was expressionless, and he quietly looked at Yuan Yihonggang, who was wearing military pants and a white shirt, and slowly stood up.

A smile appeared on the corner of Yuan Yi Honggang's mouth, who was holding a cold and shining katana in one hand: "Liu Jun really believes in people, and he is really invited by Honggang alone, and Honggang admires it very much." ”

"If I were you, there wouldn't be so much nonsense. Do you think you'll grow after a few years in the military? In my opinion, it's still scum. Give me the place where the bones of my two men are buried, and only one of you and I will be separated from each other. Liu Lang's voice was unprecedentedly cold.

He could no longer suppress the surging killing intent in his chest.

Especially at the moment when I saw that this Japanese was even more pretending to be forced than four years ago. It's not impossible to pretend to be forced, but he can't tolerate people who pretend to be at the risk of his comrades' lives.

"Liu Jun is still so rude! If you want a position, of course, you can, but you have to have the ability to kill me first. Of course, I have to warn you, I'll write the location on my chest, and you don't let the blood obscure it. Yuan Yihonggang shook his head and sighed as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest, which was written in a row of small Japanese characters.

Yuan Yihonggang is despicable enough, use this hand to tell Liu Lang, don't hurt my vital point, and even, don't let me bleed in front of me, otherwise, no one will know where your brother's bones are buried.

Minamoto Yoshihiro has even determined that the last five-person team led by Miyamoto Kawa and the runner is finished. The independent regiment led by Liu Lang had an incomprehensible hatred for Japan. The brazen freezing death of more than 2,000 wounded soldiers of the Imperial Army is an example.

Liu Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, his feet were slightly wrong, and he rubbed his body straight up, and the distance of more than ten meters was in an instant.

If you can do it, don't force it, this is Liu Tuanzuo's habit. Yuan Yihonggang's so-called psychological blow is not even an itch in his boots for Liu Lang, whose mind is as good as steel.

Moreover, Liu Lang rushed to him, and the military thorn in his right hand stabbed at Yuan Yihonggang's chest, and the single knife went straight in, fierce and direct. It seems that he was not affected by the position that Yuan Yihong said just now that he wrote on his chest.

Of course, Liu Lang will not be restrained by this, the place where his brother's bones are buried is in the three northeastern provinces, as long as he counterattacks the northeast in the future, he can find it, if he is disturbed by Yuan Yihonggang's words and gives up attacking such a vital place as the chest, it is inevitable that there will be some deviations between shots. The battle of masters is only a fraction of a second, and any hesitation may cost you your life.

My life is gone, how can I welcome my brother home? Anyway, now it's the most important thing to do to beat this thing so that he can't recognize it.

It's so fast, this is the most direct feeling of the party Yuan Yihonggang. Liu Lang now is even more terrifying than four years ago.

There was amazement in his mind, but Yuan Yihonggang's hand was not slow, his wrist shook slightly, and a knife flower appeared, which slashed straight at Liu Lang's chest and abdomen. He didn't dodge or dodge, he met Liu Lang's military stab with his chest, and the knife in his hand slashed at the opponent.

It's not impossible to block Liu Lang's thunderous stab, but what about after blocking this stab? Liu Lang, who had already made a preemptive move, continued to make moves, and he continued to block? If there is not much difference in strength between the two, the attacker will naturally take advantage of it, and the defending side will naturally have a lot of difficulty.

Yuan Yihonggang, who has been in the army for more than two years and has been on the verge of life and death, did not choose to resist, but chose to move forward like Liu Lang, with a posture that you poke me to death, and I will kill you.

At this moment, what is stronger than four years is the courage to dare to face death, and he did not retreat at the last moment like four years ago.

Even though the wind stimulated by Liu Lang's sharp army had almost pierced his eyes, the knife in his hand still slashed steadily.

I'm afraid that even the most fantastical people would not have thought that two super masters would make a move, and one move would be to die with the enemy.

The training ground and the fighting ring are always different from the battlefield.

And here, it's the battlefield.

If no one changes their moves, the next moment, the two super masters will see life and death in one move, one will be pierced in the chest by the military thorn, and the other will be cut open by the sharp katana.

There were no injuries, only death.

No one can live.

Liu Lang's eyes were cold, if you look closely, there is really a layer of blood, like a blood-colored mist.

"Death" roared, swinging his left arm towards the blade, but his right arm was still stabbing forward.

It was as if his left arm was cast of steel and iron, blocking the shiny blade.

Obviously, that is impossible, and the final result will still be that the left arm will be cut in two, and the chest and abdomen with the middle door wide open will still be split.

But Yuan Yihonggang's face changed greatly.