There was a clamor in the smoke of gunpowder, the screams of the devils before they died, the hoarse roars of the remnants, the fierce impact of the stabbing and the sporadic gunshots mixed together, blood splattered, and people kept rolling to the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a messy depression, Yang Ling led eight remnants of the soldiers to start a tragic white-knuckle battle with the devils, this was a battle for which both sides were not prepared, Yang Ling wanted to lead the remnants of the soldiers to quietly bypass the devil's camp, but he unintentionally alarmed the devils, and had to strike first.

The devil bit the rout of the Chinese army and pursued it all day, tired and sleepy, and did not expect to encounter a sudden attack, first by the grenade explosion of the southeast and northwest, and then the dense machine gun bullet rain strafing, the surviving devil reacted when Yang Ling had already led the remnants of the soldiers to rush to their front with bayonet guns.

These devils belonged to the 9th Division of the Japanese Army, one of the first divisions, and their combat effectiveness was strong, and the heavy losses of their companions under two rounds of blows did not make them timid, but aroused the ferocity in their bones, they shouted angrily, and fought with the remnants of the soldiers with bayonets bare-chested.

Scarlet blood sprayed without warning, sharp bayonets flashed with cold and stained with blood, and the two sides who were fighting together shouted and shouted, struggling to swing their fists and bayonets, trying to kill each other.

Yang Ling was like a cold killing machine at the moment, his thin body burst out with super combat power, the bayonet in his hand was already drenched in blood, and there were no less than five devils who fell under his bayonet, either dead or injured.

But there are too many devils, a team of more than fifty people, although the blow of grenades and machine guns knocked over almost half of the devils, but the remaining devils still occupy an absolute numerical advantage, they have now reacted from the initial blow, and continue to join the battle group melee.

Yang Ling was injured, although he used to be the king of soldiers, he was an ordinary person after all, he would die and be injured, and his thin body no longer had the strength to be as strong as it once was.

The gray military uniform was torn out with a bang, and the devil's cold bayonet cut a blood groove on his arm, blood seeped out, and the pain in his arm spread to his brain through the central nervous system, making Yang Ling couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

Yang Ling, who was in pain, had a touch of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes, and he did not retreat but advanced, and at the same time, the bayonet in his hand pierced the devil's chest fiercely, stabbing him in half, and the sharp tip of the knife dripped blood from the devil's back.

The devil had a painful expression on his face, and grinned and reached out to grab Yang Ling's neck, Yang Ling snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked him into the crater.

The old smoker felt that his breath was about to suffocate, his wrinkled face turned purple because the devil was pinching his neck, his legs kicked hard, the dirt on the ground did not kick out two grooves, and the devil riding on him grinned fiercely, like a devil from hell, and his hands were stuck on his neck like pincers.

Am I going to die? The old smoking gun is filled with despair, although he likes to bully recruits in the company on weekdays, blackmailing recruits with money to exchange for wine and drink, but he has never done a thing that hurts nature and reason, I thought that following the army to fight the national war is a matter of glory to the ancestors, but I didn't expect that I hadn't killed a devil, but I was going to die first, I was unwilling.

The devil's strength is getting bigger and bigger, and the kicking of the old smoking gun is getting weaker and weaker, thinking that he is about to die, a trace of relief flashed in the eyes of the old smoking gun, and he no longer has to run for his life day and night, and he no longer has to worry about the days when he has eaten the last meal and the next meal, and he can finally sleep well.

Yang Ling kicked over the devil riding on the old smoking gun, and a spur pierced down: "Company Commander Zhou, it's okay." ”

"Ahem—ahem," the old smoker coughed violently, his mouth wide open and he tried to breathe in the air, like a dehydrated fish, never thinking it was so beautiful to be alive.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and pulled the old cigarette gun off the ground: "Follow us." As he spoke, he rushed to another devil who was beating the remnants of the soldiers.

The devil's stabbing skills are powerful, and his physical fitness is also extremely strong, in the face of hand-to-hand combat, the remnants are not the opponents of the devil at all, the two sides scuffle together, almost all the remnants are at a disadvantage, and Yang Ling has become a firefighter, busy on the battlefield.

The platoon commander Luo Dayong became the only remnant soldier who didn't need Yang Ling to worry about at this moment, the red tasseled broadsword in his hand danced loudly, and half of the devil's arm was cut off with a knife, and the scene was bloody and miserable.

A devil tried to hold Luo Dayong and knocked him to the ground, but not only did Luo Dayong not turn over, but became Luo Dayong's ghost under the knife first.

The surviving devils were like wounded beasts and fought with the remnants of the soldiers, smashing with their fists, biting with their teeth, screaming again and again in the dark, Yang Ling was shocked by the madness of the devils, if the two sides met head-on, Yang Ling could conclude without hesitation that they would definitely lose.

But the crazy devil is just a trapped beast before death, although he is not afraid of death and fights with the remnants of the soldiers, but after all, he can't escape the fate of destruction, after almost more than ten minutes of fighting, the last living devil was pierced into a blood gourd by the remnants of the soldier named Ertunzi.

"I'll poke you to death! I'll poke you to death! I'll let you kill the dog! I'll let you kill the dog! The second stunned man was covered in scars, hideous wounds were exposed in his torn clothes, blood was seeping out, and he kept stabbing the dead devil under him with his red eyes with his red eyes, roaring angrily.

The old smoking gun went up and kicked the second stunned man away: "Second stunned, stop your mother's mother, the devil is dead, dead." ”

The second stunned man was kicked to the ground by the old smoking gun, looked at the bloody devil, laughed wildly, and soon cried again, tears and snot flowed together, "Dog, I have avenged you, revenge." ”

The devil was completely annihilated, and the remnants of the soldiers killed three people, Yang Ling's mood was a little heavy, but he understood that war was like this, there was no mercy at all, and if you wanted to live, you had to have a strong heart.

Yang Ling even sometimes felt that he was not as good as the old smoking gun, and he didn't blink his eyes in the face of the death of his companions, maybe he had seen too many dead people, he was numb, Yang Ling guessed.

Yang Ling sat on the ground and tore off a strip of cloth to bandage the wound on his arm, and then held a torch to rummage through the messy battlefield for loot.

The commander of the devil, the second lieutenant squad leader, was killed when Yang Ling threw out the first round of grenades, and the whole person turned into charcoal, which is why the devil's resistance was so messy and disorderly, and was finally eliminated by Yang Ling and them.