When this tall devil was rolling out to escape the second attack of the three dogs, it was unfortunately blocked by several devil corpses in the narrow trench.

Sangou was not polite, he stepped up vertically, and at the same time pulled out the big knife behind his back, and stabbed it towards the devil's head, and the devil was terrified when he saw this.

The devil, who had nowhere to hide, reflexively raised his hands and wanted to block his head, only to hear a swish, and the devil's right hand was cut off by a sharp blade.

The nerve at the end of the devil's wrist quickly transmitted the sharp pain to the nerves in the brain, and the devil screamed in pain again, this time there was nowhere to escape, so he rolled in place.

The devil's left hand only grabbed the broken arm of his right hand, but the blood still inevitably sprayed out, splashing all over the three dogs, smelling the sweet smell of blood, the three dogs were like a vicious beast that smelled the smell of prey, and suddenly became inexplicably excited.

The big knife in his hand was raised again, and the big blade with blood droplets quickly slashed at the back of the devil who was rolling on the ground, only to hear a "bang", the devil's back was cut open, the skin and flesh bloomed instantly, and blood splashed everywhere.

This knife, although it has the power of thunder, but the devil's back is very thick, and it was not cut through at once, but the huge momentum also smashed the devil on the ground and gnawed.

The two knives didn't solve this devil, and the three dogs were a little annoyed, so they went up and stepped on the devil's head, and slashed down at the back of the devil's neck.

This time there was no pursuit of strength, but accuracy, this knife, finally the devil's entire head was removed cleanly, the devil's big head rolled away with the steel helmet, and the two blood pillars at the neck spurted blood outward.

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The hungry and tired devil defenders of Yangjiashan were strangled by the fierce Chinese army, and many devils were so hungry that they couldn't stand up, so they lay on the ground and shot.

Even in order to prevent the weapon from leaving him, he tied the rifle to his body with a strap, and at this time, he saw a large number of Chinese troops surging over like a tide, and it was too late to get up and untie the weapon.

Except for a very small number of devils who climbed and rolled down the mountain, escaped the hellish Yangjia Mountain, and fled towards the thundering drum Liu Village, most of the devils were killed by the Chinese soldiers in various ways.

There are also some devils who actually knelt down and begged for mercy and surrendered, which was very rare in the War of Resistance, especially in the early anti-Zhang war.

But the red-eyed Chinese soldiers, those daredevils, without exception, did not accept the surrender of the devils, and either chopped to death with a broadsword or stabbed to death with a bayonet.

Anyway, when I went back, the commander asked, and said that I couldn't see clearly at night, and I couldn't figure out whether the devil really surrendered or fake, in that case, everyone's nerves were highly tense, where would they distinguish the devil's behavior, and kill them first.

In fact, everyone knows that the front-line soldiers almost never want any devil prisoners, and it is dangerous, and some people have encountered devils who fake surrender and really sneak attack before.

Besides, the devil is a beast soldier, that is, the seriously wounded will knock a grenade to blow up the Chinese soldiers who clean up the battlefield, let alone those devils who are not injured.

The second is that they are afraid of trouble, who wants to take a devil prisoner, it will be too delayed, and the third is that they will be despised by other soldiers.

There are even soldiers who meet Japanese prisoners of war on the way, and they are just a rifle butt or a bayonet on the spot, regardless of whether the devil lives or dies, anyway, he wants to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Many prisoners of war can't reach their destination in this way, most of them are killed by Chinese soldiers passing by on the way, even if they don't die, they will be secretly killed by the escort, anyway, there are many excuses, just say that the devil wants to escape.

Therefore, especially between such a tense battle tonight, no one paid attention to the devils who surrendered, and either one shot or one knife solved the matter.

The second-line troops who cleaned up the battlefield, regardless of whether there were devils or wounded soldiers, took bayonets and poked at the corpses of each devil on the ground.

Even if you can't leave a living mouth, even if you kill all these beast soldiers, you can't snow the hatred of Nanjing.

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After beating Yangjia Mountain, the Yang family at the foot of the mountain immediately lost its powerful barrier, and the devils of Yang Jia fled towards the thundering drum Liu Village in Wanjialing.

And the devil at the tip of the tiger was also conquered by the 66th Army at this time, and the two devil deserters gathered together and fled for their lives together, and the Chinese army that gathered together in the two places also chased the devil around.

It should be the early morning of October 10, on this memorable day, on this day of the success of the Chinese revolution, thousands of soldiers are fighting to the death against the invading alien races, guarding the hard-won revolutionary achievements with their lives and blood.

In the Wanjialing area, the soldiers all over the mountains and fields celebrated the country with the blood of devils on their hands and the blood on their own bodies.

Sangou is now covered in blood again, as if his whole body hurts, and it seems that his whole body is not painful, as if he is numb, with the 305th Regiment death squad, which is also bloody, is raiding the thundering drum Liu Village in Wanjialing.

The first 200 dead soldiers, now most of them are scattered, and I don't know how many have survived, and now there are only about 50 people around Sangou.

At this moment, the entire Wanjialing area ushered in a climax, fighting everywhere, shouting and killing, and shouting everywhere: "Capture Songpu alive and annihilate all the devils!" ”

After a night of continuous high-intensity fighting, Sangou felt weak at this time, dizzy and wanted to vomit, and his hands and feet were shaking.

But under the slogans chanting all around, his heart became inexplicably excited, and with more than 50 bloody people behind him, he once again entered the Japanese position.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, the devil's position is getting smaller and smaller, the number of people is increasing, and the weapons and ammunition are becoming more and more sufficient.

Therefore, the death squad suffered more and more guns, and it should be three or four o'clock in the morning now, and Sangou didn't have time to look at his watch, just stared at the blood-red eyes and looked at the morning star.

The morning star on the eastern horizon is getting brighter and brighter, and it seems that this is the darkest time of dawn, and after this time, it will be the Double Tenth Festival.

This is also the time when the enemy is the most crazy, if the heavens want to make it perish, they must first let it go crazy, why face the enemy's madness, only they themselves are crazy.

Sangou did not care that his body was weak and his mind was dizzy, he forced himself to get excited, and with the last fifty dead brothers, he rushed to Yangjiashan and rushed to Thunder Drum Liu Village.

The Chinese army death squads around them also rushed over like a tide and entered here, making people feel an inexplicably huge and indescribable pleasure.

This kind of pleasure is similar to the inextricable pleasure of drug addiction, it is the pleasure of revenge, it is the pleasure of killing the enemy and serving the country, it is the pleasure of not complaining even if you die here.

A lifetime of life is only a few dozen or more hundred years at most, but it is enough to meet such a dazzling life event in the great era of ups and downs.