Zhang Zhicheng was like a crazy beast at this time, with hatred for the Japanese invaders, and took the lead in rushing to the battlefield.

Just bumped into a little devil head-on, Zhang Zhicheng was unceremonious, and slashed over with a knife.

The little devil didn't expect Zhang Zhicheng to be so desperate, and the speed was amazingly fast, the little devil's reaction was obviously half a beat slower, and seeing that the big knife with a cold light had been cut over, this little devil was still hesitating whether to dodge or block the knife with a gun.

However, it was this moment of hesitation that killed his dog, and the broadsword slashed mercilessly at his shoulder. Zhang Zhicheng roared angrily, clenched the handle of the knife hard, and with a horizontal swipe, the sharp blade directly cut the devil's neck.

"Poof~!" With a bang, a stream of scarlet blood spurted out like a fountain, and the little devil's eyes suddenly widened, as if he couldn't believe the scene in front of him until he died, with a strong unwillingness, he raised his head and fell down, and his life was whimpered.

Blood splashed Zhang Zhicheng's face again, making his face even more hideous and terrifying, but Zhang Zhicheng really didn't care, raised the big knife again, and pounced viciously at another little devil.

"Kill~!" Zhang Zhicheng let out an angry roar again, and the big blade that had been cut into the gap slashed at the little devil again.

This little devil's performance was obviously braver, and when he saw Zhang Zhicheng slashing over, he quickly raised the rifle in his hand.

"Dang Chang~!" With a crisp sound, the big knife slashed the rifle, and the little devil felt that his hands were sore, and the rifle in his hand almost flew out.

The little devil was inexplicably frightened in his heart, and the strength of the person in front of him was inevitably too great. At this moment, Zhang Zhicheng suddenly flew up and kicked the little devil hard.

The little devil was defenseless, kicked out, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Zhicheng chased after him with a big knife, stepped on the chest of the little devil, waved the big knife again, and slashed it hard.

"Jamai Dish!" The little devil let out a frightened cry, but there was no way to stop the rapid fall of the large blade.

With a "poof", a stream of blood shot out, and the little devil's head was directly cut off, like a broken ball, rolling to the side. Death's eyes widened like light bulbs, filled with fear.

"Brethren! Kill me! Chop up all these Japanese mongrels and feed them to the dogs! Zhang Zhicheng roared again and continued to pounce on the little devil without hesitation.

Inspired by the regiment commander, the morale of the soldiers was greatly boosted, and they launched a desperate attack on the little devils. The battle has come to this point, and the soldiers also know very well in their hearts that this time they may not be able to escape.

The warriors also all have the belief that they will die, and their only hope is to be able to kill a few more little devils before they die, in their opinion, so that death is worthwhile.

is the so-called narrow road when the brave wins, and now these soldiers of the Eighth Route Army have completely taken out a desperate posture, regardless of the fact that they rushed towards the little devil, completely holding the idea of dying together, and risking their lives to fight the little devil.

These murderous little devils don't have such guts, after all, if they can live, no one wants to die. In this way, the little devil is weaker in terms of momentum.

Under the desperate counterattack of the Eighth Route Army, the little devils finally couldn't parry it and began to retreat in a hurry.

Seeing that the little devil was finally repulsed, the morale of the soldiers was even more boosted. Zhang Zhicheng's eyes also flashed with excitement, and he shouted loudly at the top of his voice: "Brothers! Kill me with me! In one go, drive the little devils out. Saying that, he rushed out without hesitation, and the other soldiers didn't want to let go of these hateful little devils, and rushed towards the little devils with a loud roar.

The little devils had no intention of fighting at all, and fled in a hurry. The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army pursued all the way to the entrance of the village.

At this time, a devil officer guarding the entrance of the village hurriedly shouted: "Shoot! Shoot me! Shoot quickly and stop these abominable dirt paths. ”

The little devil finally invaded the village, but he didn't want to be driven out so easily.

As the devil officer gave an order, a dull machine gun suddenly rang out, and three machine guns opened fire at the same time, sweeping a rain of hot bullets into the crowd.

A few slow-running little devils were beaten into a sieve on the spot, and more than a dozen soldiers of the Eighth Route Army behind them were also shot and fell to the ground.

Zhang Zhicheng was also shot in the shoulder, and quickly fell to the ground and hid in a corner next to him, seeing that the little devil's firepower was too fierce, Zhang Zhicheng didn't want the soldiers to die in vain, after all, there were not many of them left now, and they really couldn't withstand such consumption.

So Zhang Zhicheng hurriedly shouted loudly at the top of his throat: "Stop attacking, lie down!" ”

The devil's firepower was too fierce, the road was blocked, the Eighth Route Army couldn't rush through it at all, and continuing to rush forward was to die in vain, so the soldiers could only stop, look for favorable terrain nearby, avoid the devil's strafing shot, and at the same time raise their guns and shoot at the little devil.

Although this time, the Eighth Route Army did not completely drive out the little devils, but at least stabilized the eastern front, so that the little devils' attack failed again.

Zhang Zhicheng was shot in the shoulder, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out, and soon the tattered military uniform on his body was dyed red again.

Zhang Zhicheng gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, checked the wound, and found that the bullet only flew through the shoulder, although the bone of the shoulder was cracked, but the bullet did not remain in the body, but only suffered some skin trauma.

Such an injury can be healed after a period of rest, but the little devil has already surrounded them and has made up his mind to completely annihilate them. In this case, where does Zhang Zhicheng have time to recuperate.

But Zhang Zhicheng didn't care about this anymore, he also knew that there was no hope of breaking through at this time, and he and his comrades-in-arms were destined to die here.

Zhang Zhicheng also holds the belief that he will die, and he also just hopes to hold on for a while longer and kill more little devils, that's all. Now many soldiers are fighting with injuries, and his little injury is nothing, as long as he deals with it simply, Zhang Zhicheng can still continue to go to the battlefield to kill devils.

Zhang Zhicheng covered his wounds, quietly retreated, and found the medical soldier to ask for a first-aid kit, although the injury was not serious, but it was necessary to stop the bleeding as soon as possible, if the bleeding could not be stopped, such a small injury was enough to kill him.

Zhang Zhicheng hid in a bombed-out house, let the soldier next to him bandage his wounds, picked up a kettle by himself, and poured half a pot of cold water on his own.

(End of chapter)