The guard buckled the rope and took out a grenade, and said with some reluctance: "Commander, this is the last grenade!" You'll have to save some money. ”

When Zhao Jinglin heard this, the muscles on his face couldn't help twitching, he gritted his teeth and snatched the grenade over, and secretly glanced out, only to see that a few little devils had crawled to a position dozens of meters away from them.

Zhao Jinglin saw those little devils, pulled the lead away, and after a delay of three seconds, threw the grenade out with a flick of his hand.

The grenade snorted and smoked, spun and flew towards the little devils. The grenade smashed on a large rock, immediately jumped up, jumped more than a meter high, and suddenly exploded with a bang.

In the terrible screams, the little devils were blown to the ground one after another, screaming and rolling down the hillside, either dead or injured.

"Well fried!" The guard couldn't help but shout excitedly.

However, Zhao Jinglin didn't have a trace of excitement, because after throwing this grenade, they didn't even have a grenade. Zhao Jinglin turned around and looked at the surrounding positions, and found that the gunfire on the position was getting weaker and weaker, and there were not many soldiers with bullets, and most of the soldiers began to carry stones and smash the little devils who rushed up.

Zhao Jinglin knew that if it continued like this, they might not last long, but even if there was still a breath, they had to persevere.

Now that the situation is urgent, Zhao Jinglin can't afford to think about it too much, Zhao Jinglin gritted his teeth, then lifted a stone next to him, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Throw me with a stone, and you must not let the little devils rush up. As he spoke, he threw the stone at the little devil.

Zhao Jinglin's strength was not small, and the stone flew out directly about ten meters away, and then fell on the hillside and rolled down.

Stones flew out from the position of the Eighth Route Army on the top of the mountain, jumping constantly on the hillside, turning the little devil on his back.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the little devils also understood that if it dragged on until dark, it would be troublesome, and they had to take the position of the Eighth Route Army as soon as possible, so the little devils rushed up like crazy one by one.

Although there are stones rolling down the mountain, it seems impossible to completely block the little devils, and the little devils dodge the stones while carefully continuing to climb towards the mountain, and they are getting closer and closer to the position of the Eighth Route Army.

Although the resistance of the Eighth Route Army was extremely tenacious, the little devils finally rushed up, seeing that they could no longer completely stop the little devils, and even some of the little devils had rushed to the position and strangled with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Zhao Jinglin's eyes turned blood-red, he pulled out a big knife, and shouted loudly: "Brothers! Fight with the little devils! Kill me~! ”

Zhao Jinglin roared, jumped up directly, raised the big blade, and slashed towards the top of the little devil's head.

The little devil screamed in fright and raised his rifle in a panic.

"Dang Chang~!" With a bang, the big knife slashed directly at the devil's gun, and the little devil stood unsteadily, and rolled down the hillside with a scream.

Zhao Jinglin staggered, almost fell to the ground, and tried to stand firmly, when a little devil next to him stabbed viciously with a bayonet.

Zhao Jinglin hurriedly dodged to the side, but he dodged the devil's bayonet, and then slashed at the little devil with a backhand.

"Puff~!" With a bang, a stream of blood shot out, and the little devil couldn't help but let out a scream, and fell straight up, his body rolling down the hillside like a broken sack.

With Zhao Jinglin's order, the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army also rushed out of the position with bayonets and big blades, and strangled the little devils who rushed up.

The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army were condescending and occupied a certain advantage, and the battle was fought to this extent, and the soldiers all held the belief that they would die, and for a time the momentum was like a rainbow, like a group of tigers descending from the mountain, they pounced down from the position, and viciously pounced on the little devils, and the little devils launched a desperate contest, and a tragic white-knuckle battle broke out immediately.

"Kill~!" Zhao Jinglin roared angrily, and once again swung his big knife and slashed at the little devil.

With a snort, a stream of blood shot out, and the sharp blade slashed directly at the little devil's shoulder, and the little devil couldn't help but let out a scream like killing a pig, and the rifle in his hand fell to the ground involuntarily.

Zhao Jinglin clenched the big knife and wiped it hard, the sharp blade wiped through the devil's neck, the major artery was directly cut, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The little devil's head was almost cut off, and it hung backwards, only a layer of flesh and skin was attached, and his body immediately fell down with his head upright.

Scarlet blood splattered Zhao Jinglin's head and face were all over his face, making Zhao Jinglin's expression even more hideous and terrifying.

As the saying goes, when the brave meets on a narrow road, the little devil next to him saw Zhao Jinglin's expression at this time, and was suddenly frightened, and he didn't dare to resist at all, so he turned around and fled, just wanting to stay away from this evil god.

However, Zhao Jinglin didn't think about letting go of this little devil, and when he caught up with him, he slashed directly at the back of the little devil, and the little devil screamed, fell to the ground, and rolled down the hillside.

The other fighters also completely took out a desperate posture, and the more they fought, the more courageous they became, and they rushed out directly from the position, and the little devils couldn't resist for a while, and they gradually retreated.

The formation of the little devils was chaotic, and the Eighth Route Army took advantage of the situation to rush, and the little devils suddenly became even more chaotic, and they involuntarily retreated backwards one by one, and soon evolved into a complete defeat.

Under the ferocious offensive of the Eighth Route Army, the little devils were finally defeated again, and the little devils who were frightened and dared to flee towards the bottom of the mountain, one by one embarrassed. Some unlucky little devils were not killed by the Eighth Route Army, but they rolled down the hillside and fell to their deaths, and many of them were injured.

Zhao Jinglin led the soldiers to chase out dozens of meters in one go, but Zhao Jinglin was not carried away by this small victory, knowing that with their current situation, it was impossible to completely defeat this little devil, so Zhao Jinglin hurriedly ordered the troops to stop the pursuit.

After receiving the order, the fighters stopped, and then began to retreat, but when they retreated, the soldiers did not forget to take the bullets and guns scattered on the ground.

(End of chapter)