It was a battlefield that was somewhat silent compared to the hustle and bustle in the distance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If the battle not far away is a passionate symphony of artillery fire and gunfire, then the sound of "puff puff" that sounds from time to time on this battlefield makes the roots of the teeth sour and cold, and the sound of weapons entering the flesh is like a poignant flute.

Six or seven staggering figures, holding spears, flipped each body on the battlefield one by one, found the target, raised the spear, and did not hesitate to prickle down and pull up.

There was no resistance, only the painful pleas of the mother tongue, but it was all useless, and the charging Japanese soldiers watched as one of their own compatriots might not be seriously injured, and after being stabbed from a coma, they crawled forward desperately trying to escape their doom.

But he was quickly caught up by a thin Shina soldier behind him, and slashed it on the neck, I don't know if it was the damned Shina man with what kind of tyrannical mind, in the earth-shattering wails of his compatriots, he was crazy and didn't completely kill his compatriots even after chopping a dozen knives.

For a while, the miserable howl of killing pigs made every Japanese soldier who heard it stand on end, no wonder the people who stabbed them to death with more than a dozen knives screamed so badly, it turned out that it was really painful!

The splashes of blood kept spraying on Ji Yanxue's face, mixed with Ji Yanxue's spurting tears, and the black water mixed with blood but smiling faces, which stimulated the Japanese army's collective scalp numb.

Crazy China.

Ji Yanxue, who killed someone for the first time, didn't feel disgusting for the first time, on the contrary, there was a huge joy in her heart, she could finally tell Shi Xiaoxuan that she had killed a devil for him.

Shi Xiaoshuan, the name of the wounded soldier she bandaged, and the name of the soldier who blocked the bayonet with her chest, and similarly, the name of the remnant soldier who told her that she dreamed of killing one more devil for her cousin who was tortured and killed by the Japanese army.

Some hobbled Liu Lang walked over, patted Ji Yanxue on the shoulder, and beckoned to Chi Dakui over there, and the only six remaining soldiers who had finished cleaning the battlefield, including Chi Dakui, came over.

"Report to the sir, the little devils have all been slaughtered, and there is not a single one left alive, brothers, 。。。。。" Speaking of this, Chi Dakui choked up and couldn't say any more.

Big tears fell from the eyes of this rough Shaanxi man.

In this white-knuckle battle, half of his brothers are here forever.

With a loud noise hundreds of meters behind him, Liu Lang's body stiffened slightly, Zhao Ergou's side, it's over.

But Liu Lang laughed, laughing.

patted Chi Dakui on the shoulder, pointed to the longing figure of the Japanese army thirty meters away, and said: "Haha, Chi Dakui, you cry a yarn, the brothers are just one step earlier, we will follow immediately." Chi Dakui, tell me, there are dozens of devil soldiers over there, are you afraid to do anything with them? ”

"On Donkey Ball Day, Lao Tzu likes to with little devils the most, and if you're afraid, you're not a hero." Chi Dakui's copper bell glared, and he said a smooth sentence coldly.

"Ouch,, Commander Chi can still write poems!" Liu Lang and several remnants of the soldiers all burst out laughing, laughing at the thirty bayonets on the opposite side.

Ji Yanxue also smiled with her tiny silver teeth, stood beside Liu Lang, and continued to hold the bayonet in her hand.

"Follow me and fuck them." Liu Lang looked around at the seven people around him, his eyes were full of pride.

With fifteen remnants, after a brutal white-knuckle battle, after overthrowing more than 30 devils, half of them could survive, Liu Lang was proud enough.

Pride is more than just victory.

Also, face death calmly.

Facing the devils who far exceeded their own side again, the eight people who began to gradually accelerate in a charging formation were as if they were in command of thousands of troops, and the momentum of the sky shocked the Japanese army.

After a battle, the few remaining people even dared to charge and dare to take the lead.

Liu Lang was very tired, killing eight devils in a row had consumed all his physical strength, if he could, he couldn't wait to lie down now, and he didn't even want to open his eyelids. But he couldn't sleep, and his body, covered with countless wounds and pain, reminded him that once he closed his eyes, he would probably never wake up again.

He can't sleep either, at this moment, he is not the strongest elite in seventy years, and he is not a descendant of soldiers who want to live to fight devils, he is now just a soldier, a commander with seven soldiers.

He wants to take them to death, to tell the devils, what equipment to go to, what tactics to go to, we Chinese, initiate madness, we are afraid, one person can swallow the whole country alive.

The rifle was too heavy, Liu Lang simply threw off the spear, holding the bayonet back, in the devil's round eyes, he stabbed his arm fiercely while running, there was no blood shooting, only Bo Bo flowed, and the blood droplets that fell were rolled into a thin blood line by the running wind and fell behind Liu Lang.

Not only is it to use severe pain to stimulate oneself to stay awake, but when the physical consumption of the creature reaches the limit, a large amount of bloodletting can restore physical strength in a short time, just like the ancients can increase the speed again by bleeding a galloping horse at the end of the sprint, but this is tantamount to overdrawing life, and the final outcome can basically only be death!

The commander went mad, and so did the soldiers, screaming and slashing at their own flesh and blood, leaving the little blood floating behind them.

Immediately behind Liu Lang, Chi Dakui began to accelerate, even if the lungs that had dried up were about to explode immediately, but he still ran with all his strength, even if the machine gun in his hand was almost an iron pipe left, which was a memorial left by smashing the heads of two devils in a row.

It turns out that the human skull is really hard.

Liu Dazhu was also accelerating, even if he fell behind the last in the line, he still dragged his leg that was picked open by the bayonet and was still bleeding, limping and accelerating again.

The faster the blood flows, the lighter the body may be.

The remnants of the ragged soldiers, who were not much stronger than Hanako, used the intense pain to stimulate the charge, but the speed of the charge was somewhat ridiculous in the eyes of the Japanese soldiers standing solemnly.

But no one laughed.

This is a group of soldiers seeking death.

"Baga, raise your gun." In the short roar of the squad leader, all the Japanese soldiers leveled the spears in their hands with solemn expressions.

Such enemies, who are real soldiers, who die in battle, are given the highest respect.

Gunfire erupted。。。。。

Rifles, machine guns, shell guns。。。。。。 A lot of guns rang out abruptly on this silent and tragic battlefield.

At least half of the Japanese troops who were caught off guard spun to the ground.

"Rush!"

"Fight devils!"

"Fuck the shit!"

The sound of gunfire was accompanied by shouts and hurried footsteps.

When the remnants of the Japanese army look at this form, will they still compete with seven or eight remnants? Quickly retreat with a spear, and if you don't run, the hundreds of people who sneak up from behind will make dumplings for them.

At the first moment the gunshots rang out, Liu Lang shouted: "Lie down." ”

Then, his 100-kilogram body fell to the ground, smashing Mother Earth into dust and staring at himself.

The chief is really a ruthless man, ruthless to the enemy, and even more ruthless to himself! This was the last thought left in Liu Dazhu's mind at the moment when he knocked himself unconscious, and he even felt that he was shocked by the vibration generated by Chief Liu's slamming himself to the ground.

"Spicy next door, this is not saving people, it's killing, it's a dog's day, it's almost wasted for Lao Tzu." Before Liu Lang fell unconscious, he touched his crotch, and then fainted happily.

The biggest advantage of classic national scolding is that you can clearly distinguish whether it is an enemy or a friend, and that thing is much better than any password, except for the Chinese, any other race, in the face of the multiple meanings of the word "dry".

Throughout the battlefield, corpses are scattered across the field.

There was only a thin soldier of the national army, shaking the body of a devil fat soldier Cao, and there were tears in his eyes

This is the last battlefield that 383 soldiers of the 264th Brigade of the 88th Army Chen Zhenxin Battalion saw after rushing up.