The strong smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils, even if they were still twenty or thirty meters apart.

There were human bodies scattered all over the ground, some camouflage uniforms and some khaki military uniforms, but in the field, there were still two groups of people confronting each other.

The camouflage uniforms of no more than twenty people were naturally soldiers of the separate regiment, who gathered back to back, with their blades facing outward. A group of Japanese troops, numbering more than a hundred, formed a circle and surrounded the soldiers of the independent regiment.

Looking at the audience, the only people who can still stand are these 100 or so living people.

This turned out to be the last survivor of the two companies of 300 people, Liu Lang suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

The pain made Liu Lang's face a little pale, more than 90% of the casualties! It was even worse than the death company that fought alone on the ancient mountain.

However, the pain is painful, but Liu Lang does not regret it.

As the old saying goes, once you succeed, you will be able to dry up all your bones, although this sentence is cruel, it is an indisputable fact.

Of course, Liu Lang is not a cold-blooded animal, let alone a bloodthirsty butcher, the 300 officers and soldiers of the two companies are all men with fathers and mothers, and Liu Lang is not willing to let them carry out the mortal combat mission unless it is a last resort, but if it is a matter of life and death for the whole nation, then Liu Lang will not hesitate to send them to the battlefield!

In the same way, if necessary, Liu Lang will not hesitate to let the more than 2,000 officers and soldiers of the whole regiment block the eye-catching, including himself.

Soldiers have their own duties as soldiers, since the day they put on this uniform, their lives no longer belong to themselves, for the sake of the country, for the nation, they are ready to sacrifice themselves at any time!

Although the battle of Luo Wenyu on the Great Wall has not yet risen to the height of the country and the nation, since the eyes of the whole country have focused on this battlefield with a radius of only ten miles, this battle is no longer a local battle, and even a battle can be named.

Liu Lang needs to use this battle to rebuild a spirit for the entire Chinese nation, and if he retreats, he will be humiliated, and if he does not retreat, he will be a hero. In order to wake up the sleeping Chinese dragon, Liu Lang decided to use the entire independent regiment to be the one who woke up the dragon.

With what shouting? Instead of shouting with their voices, the shouting of the students in the streets has proven to be cold and numb to shouting, so they can only use blood, their own blood and the blood of the enemy, and the red-stained rivers and mountains will sting the eyes of the people.

Say that you are afraid of death, you are really afraid of death, and there is no one in this world who is not afraid of death.

said that he is not afraid of death, and he is really not afraid of death, countless martyrs have proved that there is really something more precious than life in this world. For the sake of these precious things, how many revolutionary martyrs in the past time and space went forward one after another, shed their blood, and sacrificed their young lives? Liu Lang never thought he was a hero, and even after his death, he would never dare to call himself a hero, but he never denied that he was a patriotic and hot-blooded young man!

In the end, the blood of the Chinese is still not cold!

In order for the Chinese nation to stand on top of the world again, Liu Lang is willing to die without hesitation, and there is no complaint. Liu Lang also believes that the blood of the 300 officers and men of the Independent Regiment as a miracle soldier is still not cold, and for the sake of China and the survival of the nation, they will definitely die with anger, and they will never complain.

Just like now, they were trembling after hours of bloody fighting, not because of the hundreds of Japanese soldiers around them, nor because they were terrified by the impending death, but because they were extremely tired, and the extreme exhaustion had made them unable to control their muscles.

But even so, the military thorns in their hands and their bright eyes still tell everyone that they still have to fight, and they can still fight.

Of course, this is not the time to sigh.

At the moment when the flare was lit, Cheng Yuanshan was desperate.

Because the heavy artillery brigade was located around the Japanese position, the main force of the independent regiment was still defending at the Luo Wenyu Pass, which was more than ten miles away, even if they were brave, they would never be able to break through the heavy Japanese troops in just three hours.

The firing of seven or eight flares almost indicates that the enemy force is definitely more than two infantry squadrons, and it is possible to say that the task assigned by the regiment can no longer be completed?

At this time, there were no machine gun shooters and machine gun shooters to help them resist, and at the worst moment of the battle, the shooters who could not provide fire support to their comrades in the dark were like moths to the fire, throwing away their favorite machine guns and participating in white-knuckle combat with military spurs.

The eyes of the Chinese soldiers collectively became a little gloomy, they could die, but they could not fulfill the military order, they would die, they were unwilling.

On the other hand, on the Japanese side, the morale was boosted.

Like Cheng Yuanshan and other Chinese soldiers, although they couldn't see who was dozens of meters away, the Japanese soldiers in the heavy artillery brigade had already concluded that they were coming to help.

Finally, this group of beast-like Chinese can be killed, and there are still hundreds of Japanese troops collectively relieved in their hearts.

Especially Ishii Matsu, who was holding a snow-bright saber at the front of the encirclement, I really didn't know whether I wanted to cry or laugh at this moment.

I want to laugh because I can finally end this terrible battle, and I want to cry, because the beast-like Chinese are really terrible, and his nearly a thousand subordinates! In the last ten minutes of the battle, when he gathered together by the faint light of the starlight after the clouds cleared and the fog cleared, there were only a hundred people, and only a tenth was left.

Yes, only a tenth is left of the Chinese, and only a tenth of the Japanese are left, after this bloody dark white-bladed battle.

But it wasn't a draw.

It's just that what does it matter if it's a draw or not? In the end, it was he, Ishiimatsu, who persevered to the end.

Cheng Yuanshan's eyes only dimmed for no more than a second, and he looked sideways at the remaining officers and soldiers of less than twenty people around him, and roared angrily: "Brothers, can you still kill devils?" ”

"Yes." Ling Hong licked his dry lips and roared with his tongue open.

With a roar, he took a sharp step forward, so frightened that the Japanese invaders who were already beaming with the 38 bayonets in front of him took a step back.

"Haha, coward." Ling Hong let out a long laugh and glanced contemptuously at the retreating opponent, the fierce general's stab turned, slowly stabbing down his blood-stained face and pulling it down, blood beads rolling down his cheeks.

"It is a shame for my generation not to be able to complete the military order, then I, Ling Hong, will swear by the assassination of the face, and I will not meet the ancestor of the Ling family in front of me." Ling Hong's eyes bloomed with blood, and he said word by word.

The ghostly face in the light of the snowy flares and the unintelligible but ice-like language made the Japanese army couldn't help but take another step back.

"If you don't kill all the Japanese criminals, you won't meet your ancestors and ancestors in front of me." All the officers and soldiers of Cheng Yuanshan's department learned from Ling Hong, and while roaring loudly, they stabbed their faces with military stabs.

They are not only maintaining the dignity of the independent regiment, but also stimulating themselves with severe pain to overcome the irresistible exhaustion.

Because, their opponent is not only the 100 Japanese troops in front of them, but also the large number of Japanese troops who are about to rush into the battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Liu Lang did not give an order at all, but walked forward with a military spur in his hand.

The words "kill all the devils" thundered, and the Japanese soldiers dozens of meters away were sore in their eardrums.