In fact, Zhao Jinglin is already at the end of the crossbow, after fighting for so long, the big knife has been cut out of the gap, and Zhao Jinglin doesn't remember how many little devils he killed, let alone how many comrades fell in front of his eyes.

Even if it is an iron body, it is no longer possible to be tired after fighting until now, and Zhao Jinglin is completely relying on his strong will to support him.

Because he can't fall!

He knew very well in his heart that if he fell, Hengshui would definitely be finished, and the Seventh Independent Brigade would also be finished.

So he has to keep going, as long as he has a breath of air, he has to keep going.

Zhao Jinglin was carrying a big knife, as if he didn't even have the strength to raise the knife, and glanced at the entire battlefield.

On the battlefield, the corpses were piled up like mountains, and the blood flowed like rivers, and the scene was extremely tragic.

At this time, the two sides have almost exhausted, and there are very few people who can still stand on the battlefield! Very little!

But even the rest of these people did not stop fighting.

Zhao Jinglin saw that not far away, the two people were scuffling together, gritted his teeth, and immediately walked over with a knife.

At this time, the little devil suddenly gained the upper hand, and he rolled over and crushed the Chinese soldier under him.

A sneer appeared at the corner of the murderous little devil's mouth, and he stretched out his hands and strangled the neck of the Chinese soldier.

"Die! Damn the Chinese people! Dead Pull Dead Drop! The little devil shouted frantically, and his hands kept choking the Chinese soldier's neck, and even the strength to feed was exerted.

Zhao Jinglin walked closer, and with the help of the faint light of the fire on the battlefield, he saw clearly the devil military uniform on the person above, so he raised the big knife without hesitation.

"Death to Lao Tzu!" Zhao Jinglin roared angrily and slashed it with a knife.

"Click~!" With a bang, the big knife slashed at the back of the devil's neck and cut off his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain, spurting out more than two meters high.

Maybe Zhao Jinglin really has no strength, this knife did not directly cut off the devil's head, the devil's head hung weakly on his chest, but he was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

The Chinese soldiers, who were pressed below, took advantage of the situation to push the little devil to the ground and struggled to get up.

When he saw that it was Zhao Jinglin who rescued him, the soldier hurriedly shouted: "Regiment commander, are you okay?" ”

Zhao Jinglin shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay!" Kill devils with Lao Tzu. ”

"Yes!" The soldier hurriedly answered, picked up a large knife from the ground, and the two of them supported each other and walked towards a small devil next to him.

Originally, the little devil was confronting a Chinese soldier, and suddenly saw Zhao Jinglin and the two walking over with a big knife, which frightened the little devil and wanted to run.

As a result, the Chinese soldier who confronted him seized the opportunity and stabbed the little devil in the back with a beautiful thrust, the tip of the knife poked out of his chest, and a large mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

"I ......" The little devil opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't say a complete sentence, and with a trace of remorse and unwillingness in his eyes, he slowly fell to the ground. Maybe it wasn't until the last moment of his life that he regretted that he shouldn't have come to China, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Well done! Good kill! Zhao Jinglin shouted excitedly.

After the soldier killed the little devil with a knife, he fell to the ground with his head on his back like a deflated ball, obviously exhausted and almost collapsed, and muttered: "I'm tired to death!" ”

At this time, a soldier in front of him ran over in a panic, accidentally fell to the ground, and then quickly got up and rushed to Zhao Jinglin's side.

Zhao Jinglin hurriedly helped him and shouted loudly: "What are you running?" ”

"Captain! A large number of little devils came up, densely packed with a large area, there were hundreds of people, the position could not be held, regiment commander, hurry up! The warrior said hurriedly.

Zhao Jinglin frowned slightly, looked up at the north, and sure enough, he vaguely saw a figure running towards him.

"Commander, hurry back to the city! We'll stop the little devil for you! ”

"Commander, retreat! It's not a pity for us to die, but the troops can't live without you! ”

"Fart!" Zhao Jinglin scolded loudly: "You let me escape!" The little devils will come when they come, and it's a big deal to fight to the death with them. ”

"Commander, as the saying goes, stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, the position outside the city is lost, we still have the city wall fortifications, and there are more than 2,000 brothers in the city, so we can still have a fight with the little devil." One of the fighters said quickly.

"That's right! More than 2,000 brothers in the city are waiting for you! Don't forget to avenge me when the time comes, Commander! The soldier who ran back earlier pushed Zhao Jinglin away and said loudly: "You two protect the head of the regiment and go back to the city, Lao Tzu and the little devils fight." As he spoke, he rushed towards the little devil desperately.

At this time, the soldier who was lying on the ground just now also stood up, and together with another soldier, he set up Zhao Jinglin and walked towards the city.

Zhao Jinglin also knew that it was not time to fight hard, so he gradually calmed down, turned around and scolded the little devil, "Mom, pull a!" Little devil of the dog, you wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is not finished with you. ”

The soldier who rushed out, holding a bayonet, ran towards the little devil and shouted: "Little devil! Grandpa is here! Kill! ”

"Baga Ya Road!" One of the devil officers in the lead couldn't help but scold, waved his hand and ordered loudly: "Give it to me, kill that Zhina." ”

A group of little devils immediately rushed over frantically, and the soldier faced the many Japanese troops alone, fearless, and still desperately charged forward.

Although this warrior's courage is commendable, after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, and in just one photo, he was stabbed by three bayonets at the same time.

The soldier had already made up his mind to die, threw away the rifle in his hand, and pulled the fuse of the grenade on his waist.

It turned out that this soldier had long been ready to die with the little devil, and he had four grenades pinned to his waist.

The little devil saw black smoke rising from the warrior's body, and he scattered in fright, and the warrior used his last strength to pounce on the little devil.

"Boom~!" A violent explosion sounded, and more than a dozen little devils around who couldn't dodge were instantly blown to the ground, either dead or injured.

The devil officer got up from the ground, shook the dust off his head, and shouted angrily: "Occupy the position of the people of China, and kill all the people of China~!" ”

At this time, the Chinese soldiers on the position had been killed and wounded, but there were still some wounded soldiers who basically lost their combat effectiveness, but these wounded soldiers who had no power to resist failed to escape the clutches of the devil in the end.

However, Zhao Jinglin took advantage of this effort and withdrew to the city.

(End of chapter)