The battle was even more brutal than Liu Dazhu had imagined.

Spring in the north darkened earlier than in the south, and when the sky was getting dark, the attacking and defending sides had been fighting fiercely for an hour, and that was the hour, and the trench in the No. 2 position, which had already lost its actual combat significance, had changed hands eight times.

There is no way to retreat, and if you retreat again, you can only retreat to the tunnel, and when you enter the tunnel, you can only be blocked in the tunnel by the swarming Japanese troops, and then be killed one by one.

Of course, the Japanese army cannot be said to be swarming, because there are not many of them left, and the three infantry squadrons that attacked Hawthorn Yukou are less than one squadron.

China and Japan are now like two exhausted beasts that have already fought, and it depends on who can hold on to their last breath and eat each other, thus gaining the right to survive.

Even the sky, which had gradually darkened, seemed to be unbearable to see this tragic scene, and the clouds made the sky of the coming night more and more gloomy, like a prelude to heavy rain.

At this moment, the Chinese and Japanese armies, who are sacrificing their lives, can still take care of seeing that it does not rain in the sky, let alone raining, even if it rains, they have to stab the knife in their hands into the enemy's stomach first.

This is already the eighth time that the Chinese and Japanese armies have collided head-on in just one hour, and the eighth white-knuckle stab has also been launched!

The Triangular Army Thorn finally showed the murderous nature of the black military industry of the Republic in the Battle of Luo Wenyu. Poked by a 38-style bayonet, as long as it is not critical, the soldiers of the Independent Regiment can often still carry the wound and continue to fight, but for the Japanese invaders, they are not so lucky, whether they are poked there, the large amount of blood loss caused by the wedge-shaped wound will make them a pale corpse in a short time.

The blood poured out by the Japanese invaders made the entire position even slippery and greasy, and the smell of gunpowder smoke could be smelled even by Major General Terube Tanibe, who was temporarily acting commander of the 11th Brigade a few miles down the mountain.

Tanibe, who was holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield from afar, turned pale, this was the most ferocious battle he had seen in his thirty years in the army, and there was no one.

In the chaos of the army, Liu Dazhu and a Japanese captain rolled and scuffled together.

This moment is not a romance, there is no concept of soldiers against generals and generals, Liu Dazhu just carried a rifle equipped with a three-edged military thorn and just a guy stabbed a little devil through it, and before he had time to pull out the three-sided military thorn, a snow-bright Japanese-style saber slashed at him on his head and face.

Liu Dazhu could only let go of the gun in his hand first and dodge the sharp Japanese saber, which could chop off his thick arm at once.

It was a Japanese captain, short but stout with a very sensitive body, and a few flashes of knives forced Liu Dazhu, who had lost his defensive weapon, to dodge as hard as he could. If it weren't for a wounded Chinese soldier who risked his life to block a knife for Liu Dazhu, Liu Dazhu would probably only be able to hate under the knife of the Japanese captain, and the wounded Chinese soldier with a bandage on his head was also cut open by the Japanese captain, and he was almost not split in half.

However, the hard shoulder blades also firmly clamped the sharp saber, and the figure of Liu Dazhu, whose eyes were instantly red, jumped up suddenly, forcing the Japanese captain to give up the saber in his hand and scuffle with Liu Dazhu's bare hands.

Now the Japanese captain is bad, very bad.

Liu Dazhu is not tall, but he is extremely strong, and even Chen Yunfa is very envious of his tendon flesh, and the unique hand-to-hand combat skills of the special forces of the future republic learned from Liu Lang are the strongest killing techniques in this era. For example, the Japanese captain in front of Liu Dazhu who had not had time to raise his hand.

Liu Dazhu rode the Japanese captain under his crotch with only one moment, and immediately pulled out the half of the 38-type bayonet inserted in the body of a soldier of an independent regiment on the side, and stabbed the Japanese captain viciously in the throat. Holding the bayonet tightly, the sharp blade had almost cut into Liu Dazhu's palm.

The Japanese captain hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold Liu Dazhu's wrist, and the expressions of the two suddenly became extremely hideous, and a cruel life-and-death wrestle began!

The Japanese captain is definitely a master, and the power that bursts out between life and death will be much beyond the usual. But Liu Dazhu, who had been stimulated by the death of the wounded soldier and his eyeballs were bloodshot, can now almost kill a cow.

After a brief stalemate, the dangling bayonet began to press down slowly.

Liu Dazhu's eyes widened angrily, and he tried his best to hold the bayonet and press down, and the bayonet finally stabbed the throat of the Japanese captain little by little, and the Japanese captain also tried his whole body to do his best, his whole face was already red because of excessive force, and his forehead was even more bruised, but he still couldn't stop the bayonet from falling.

Time passed slowly in a stalemate, and the bayonets were still slowly falling.

Finally, the bayonet still stabbed unstoppably on the throat of the Japanese captain, and the sharp tip of the knife cut through the skin of the throat little by little, and pierced into the throat little by little.

Pierced half an inch into the throat, the strength of the Japanese captain disappeared significantly.

Suddenly, the bayonet in Liu Dazhu's hand pierced the throat of the Japanese captain like a broken bamboo, and in the hissing and inhaling sound, the red blood foam continued to overflow from the open wound on the throat of the Japanese captain, from the round eyes of the Japanese captain, Liu Dazhu clearly saw a trace of fear, who said that Japanese devils are not afraid of death?

With the death of the Japanese captain, several Japanese soldiers who were stabbing with the soldiers of the Independent Regiment in the vicinity collapsed, and with a strange scream, they blocked the stab of the soldiers on the opposite side, who almost had no strength, and turned around and fled regardless of it. The escape of several Japanese soldiers quickly caused a chain reaction, and the hundreds of Japanese troops who voluntarily fled the battlefield heralded the end of this bloody and long white-knuckle battle.

No one pursued them, and after the Japanese army fled for more than 20 meters, almost all the soldiers who were still baring their teeth and puffing out their cheeks and the Japanese army's hard regrets just now were all sitting in the trenches and paralyzed.

In the battle just now, they had almost exhausted all their physical strength. Even Liu Dazhu, who had just stabbed the Japanese captain, leaned against the earthen wall of the trench and didn't even bother to move a finger.

As long as a Japanese army turns back, they will be surprised to find that the Chinese, who have just fought with them with a force of no more than 100 or so people, and even have the upper hand, are like weak chickens, which can be slaughtered at will.

However, they have already been killed, and even Gen Yoshijiro, the first fighting master of the 11th Brigade, has been killed like chickens, how dare they fight with such a terrifying Chinese?

In fact, the name of the first fighting master of the 11th Brigade is not the most important, if Liu Lang heard the surname Yuan, he must know the real main reason for the collapse of the Japanese invaders.

Except for the most honorable emperor of Japan, who has no surname, under which the Japanese have the four most honorable surnames, and Gen is one of them. However, this one is not enough to describe Genji's ox fork.

Until the Meiji Emperor, who regained power, most of the Japanese emperors existed as mascots, and one of the two major families in charge of the government was the Genji family, which branched off from the Japanese imperial family. Historians even believe that the history of Japan is the history of the Gen and Hei families taking turns to sit in the bank.

That's right, the dead Gen Yoshijiro is the second son of this generation of the Gen family, a great nobleman who sent the Kwantung Army to be gilded and is about to return to Japan to rise to the top.

However, he died in Luo Wenyu and was stabbed to death by Liu Dazhu with a half-cut bayonet.

Of course, Liu Dazhu didn't know that he had stabbed a Japanese super nobleman, in fact, even if he knew, it would be difficult for him to have any excitement.

Because, in the entire trench, there are never more than 60 people who can still breathe.

The 90 percent casualty rate can definitely make every commander feel painful.

They were so tired that the officers and men of the Independent Regiment, who didn't even want to move their fingers, didn't even think of leaving the trenches and returning to the tunnels to hide from the impending shelling by the Japanese invaders.

But miraculously, for the first time, the Japanese did not shell it, and after it was completely dark, they finally stopped their frantic attacks on all fronts.

There was a terrible silence between China and Japan.