Shanzi glanced down and saw that the soldier was holding two grenades in his hand, and the grenades were still stained with some blood, probably found from the sacrificed comrades.

The soldier smiled and handed a grenade to Shanzi and asked, "Do you want it?" ”

Shanzi shook his head, took off his worn-out military cap, and wiped it on the bayonet, and after wiping the dust and blood from it, the bayonet showed its sharp edge again.

Shanzi grinned and said, "You keep it!" It's enough for me to have this. ”

"It's good!" The warrior nodded, pinning the grenade to his waist, the lead already exposed, ready to be pulled, and the warrior reached for a large blade next to him.

Shanzi reached out and patted the soldier on the shoulder, and said, "You have an arm injury, when the little devil comes up later, be careful." ”

The warrior smiled and said, "Don't worry! It is the little devil who should be careful, and the two guys in Lao Tzu's waist are not vegetarians. ”

Shanzi nodded vigorously and said, "In the next life, our brothers will kill devils together." ”

"Hmm!" The warrior nodded vigorously.

"Captain! I'm out of bullets! ”

"I'm running out of bullets."

On the position next to him, the shouts of the soldiers sounded, and after Zhang Zhicheng heard the shouts of the soldiers, he sat down in the trench with his back against the trench, and asked loudly: "Who still has bullets?" ”

No one answered, the position became quiet, even if the soldiers had been trying to save bullets, they had been trying to find a way to get bullets from the little devils, but the bullets were finally gone, and to be honest, it was a miracle that the 11th Regiment was able to hold out until now.

"Where's the grenade?" Zhang Zhicheng then asked.

"I'm left with the last glorious bullet." The so-called glorious bullet is prepared for yourself, and you can pull the grenade before you die, and if you are lucky, you can pull one or two more pads.

"Me too, keep the last one for myself!"

"~! Lao Tzu was so excited just now that he threw all the grenades, and now he doesn't even have a single hair. ”

"Haha~!" A burst of laughter erupted from the battlefield, and everyone knew in their hearts that the last moment had come. However, no one was afraid, and all the warriors faced it very calmly. It seems that death is no longer important to them.

Zhang Zhicheng also smiled, smiling very happily. Then he said loudly: "Brothers, the ammunition is gone, we still have bayonets and big blades, and we can still kill devils!" Even if we don't have any weapons, we still have fists, legs, and good teeth, even if we bite with our teeth, Lao Tzu has to bite off a piece of meat from the little devil today. ”

"That's right! Swear to fight to the death with the little devils. The fighters shouted in unison.

Zhang Zhicheng nodded with satisfaction, and then shouted loudly: "Brothers! Fight with the little devils! Saying that, Zhang Zhicheng stood up directly from the position with a big knife.

"Fight with the little devils!" The fighters shouted loudly and stood up directly from their positions, and even the wounded fighters, not to be outdone at this time, struggled to get up from the ground.

The surviving warriors, their eyes wide with anger, their eyes were red, and with full of anger, they glared fiercely at the little devils who were getting closer.

Seeing that the gunfire of the Eighth Route Army had stopped, the little devils thought that the Eighth Route Army had no bullets, so they all stood up and cautiously approached the position with bayonets.

When they saw that the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army on the battlefield stood up one after another, the little devils confirmed the guess in their hearts that the Eighth Route Army was indeed out of bullets.

The leading devil officer, with excitement in his eyes, the little devils have fought for so long and paid an extremely heavy price, and finally exhausted the ammunition of the Eighth Route Army, and now this group of remnants is defeated, and the great achievement of breaking through the position of the Eighth Route Army and eliminating this Eighth Route Army easily fell on him, how could this devil officer not be excited.

The excited devil officer suddenly raised his saber and roared loudly: "Warriors of the empire, the people of China have no bullets, rush up and destroy them, let these hateful people of China see the power of our Imperial Japanese Army, and kill them~!" ”

With the order of the devil officer, many little devils rushed forward with bayonets as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

The little devil advocated the so-called spirit of bushido, and when he saw that the Eighth Route Army was out of bullets, he did not use guns to solve the battle, but was ready to rush forward, and defeated these Eighth Route Army in a white-knuckle battle. In their opinion, this is the only way to show their bravery, which is the true spirit of bushido.

Zhang Zhicheng looked at the little devil who rushed over, stretched out his tongue and licked his chapped lips, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he clenched the big knife in his hand with both hands, and roared loudly: "Brothers! Kill me! ”

"Kill!" The heroic soldiers of the Eighth Route Army let out a roar one after another, and rushed out of the trenches one by one without hesitation, viciously pounced on the enemy who rushed up.

The two armies were soon strangled together, and a tragic white-knuckle battle began, shouting on the battlefield to kill the sky, flesh and blood flying, and the soldiers on both sides were inseparable.

People are falling to the ground and leaving this world forever. Patches of blood mist rose in the air, and a cavity of hot blood continued to fall to the ground, and the ground was gradually dyed red.

Zhang Zhicheng still showed great bravery, holding a big knife and desperately entering the enemy formation, slashing at the little devils one after another, and one after another the devils fell at his feet.

The blood that shot out kept splashing on Zhang Zhicheng's body, once again dyeing his tattered military uniform into blood red.

However, Zhang Zhicheng didn't care, still holding a big knife and constantly slashing.

"Flutter~!" With a bang, a sharp bayonet stabbed against Zhang Zhicheng's ribs, and the blood flowed out unstoppably again.

A sharp pain struck, making Zhang Zhicheng furious, picked up the big knife and slashed directly at the little devil in front of him.

The little devil stabbed over, and he also noticed that he didn't stab the vital point, but just rubbed Zhang Zhicheng's skin and flesh and stabbed it, so he was ready to withdraw the bayonet and stab again.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in front of him, and the little devil secretly screamed that it was not good, and it was too late to get out of the way, so he couldn't help but let out a scream in horror: "Jamai Saucer~!" ”

"Puff~!" With a bang, Zhang Zhicheng cut off the devil's head with a knife, the screams stopped abruptly, blood spurted out of the broken cavity like a fountain, and the headless corpse stood up, tilted its head and fell backwards.

(End of chapter)