The people who were fighting on the entire battlefield were frantically killing, fighting desperately on the burning dark ground, and the smell of blood on the battlefield became stronger and stronger.

The defeated devils pounced on the officers and men of the guerrilla corps in waves amid the bloodthirsty roar of their captain Takei Hirayama, trying to break up the guerrilla corps and defeat it!

However, the officers and men of the guerrilla corps were also red-eyed and rushed forward without their lives, facing the shock of the devil's charging troops.

This is not a defense, but a real attack, in the face of the fierce and violent devil soldiers, the officers and men of the guerrilla corps did not retreat but advanced, burst out with powerful combat effectiveness, and even rolled back in the face of the devil's charge.

The devil's captain, Hirayama Kei, was dripping blood with the low-hanging saber in his hand, and he didn't know how many guerrilla officers and soldiers he had cut down, but his arm had lost his strength and he was about to swing the saber.

Fortunately, he was the captain and commander, and he only led the guards to charge for a while, and was protected and stopped after recovering the decline of the defensive counterattack of the guerrilla corps.

Now the strikingly spurred troops had once again regrouped and attacked, but they had just rushed up and were crushed again.

The officers and men of the guerrilla army, who had been pressed and beaten by the devil soldiers before, showed extremely strong this time, no matter how fierce the devils rushed and struck, they always stood on the battlefield and crushed the devil team that pounced.

There are no death squads in the guerrilla corps, but everyone is a death squad, and in the face of waves of devils who are fighting forward, those brothers with smoking grenades in their hands are death squads.

They are like lone wolves who don't want to die, always crashing into the devil's attack queue, and then with a bang, the devil's attack formation is blown to pieces, and flesh and blood fly.

And before the devils had time to form the team, the guerrilla officers and soldiers who were covered in blood and their uniforms had become strips of cloth shouted and pounced on the devil soldiers.

"Huh! Clear! ”

The dull sound of the bayonet piercing into the flesh kept ringing, and the butt of the gun, which was stained with blood and flesh, kept colliding with the devil's steel helmet, making a clanging sound.

At the core of the battlefield, nearly 1,000 people on both sides were engaged in white-knuckle battles, and the bombardment continued to explode, and from time to time someone was thrown high by the explosion, and that side was always shrouded in blood mist and gunsmoke.

On the edge of the core battlefield, lone guerrilla officers and soldiers and lone devils rolled in the mud pond and pinched each other, rolling together in the icy and biting river.

Many of the small ponds were surrounded by the corpses of devils and guerrilla officers and soldiers, and broken guns were scattered everywhere.

On the battlefield of the feature film, as the white-knuckle battle between the two sides continued, there were more and more corpses lying on the ground, and the wounded were lying helplessly in the corpse pile wailing and moaning.

But now both sides are fighting bloodily, and no one has the energy to care about those who fall to the ground and are injured, and many seriously injured people just lie on the ground and watch the gurgling blood flow out of their bodies.

"Kill Gaigai!"

In the weak shout of the leader of the devil squad, another team of devil infantry squads that had just been collected from a distance rushed to the core battlefield with bayonets.

Because the devils and the officers and soldiers of the guerrillas knew that as long as the other side was defeated in the core, then the battle would be won.

Therefore, the fighting in the core area is the most brutal and fierce, and the troops of the devils from the rest of the offensive directions are constantly invested.

But the battlefield of the fight is like a bottomless pit, swallowing up the devil infantry detachments and infantry squads.

Even the Devil Artillery Squadron, which had been behind, had to rush up with their weapons in full force, and they tried to break up the guerrillas and crush them.

But until now, the seemingly crumbling guerrilla officers and soldiers are still fighting, and each wave of devil soldiers rushing up is quickly dispersed, and then there is a scuffle.

The captain of the devil brigade, Pingshan, was angry in the face of the brutal battlefield, and at the same time felt a chill in his back, when did the Chinese army have such a strong force, and it was on par with them.

And as soon as they came up, they were extremely uncomfortable with the fighting style of fighting for their lives like a suicide attack, and these troops composed of devil supplementary soldiers and baggage soldiers did not have a strong will to fight, and they wanted to open up the distance with the guerrillas and fight with guns, but they couldn't get away at all.

As soon as they retreated, the officers and men of the guerrillas pressed up against their buttocks, and during the half hour of fierce fighting between the two sides, although the devils continued to throw in their troops, the entire battlefield moved at least a mile south.

The fact that the troops, who had always been invincible, were actually beaten backwards by the Chinese army in a desperate stabbing may not be believed, but this is the truth.

Many people on both sides were fighting on the soft and slippery corpses, and sometimes the devils had just gained the upper hand and gathered some of their troops, and soon they were scattered and fled by the guerrilla officers and soldiers with military detonators.

Many of the commanders of the devils were overturned and killed in the explosion of these grenades and explosives, and it was even more difficult for the devils who lost their commanders to assemble and could only fight with the guerrillas.

The core of the battlefield has been killed in a river of blood, broken bayonets and corpses have run the ground in a thick layer, and the two sides who have been killed are still pounced on each other.

The guerrilla battalion commander Shen Biao was slashed in the arm and thigh, and his whole body was covered with holes cut by fragments, and through the broken pieces of cloth, the blood oozing from it could be seen.

But the injured Shen Biao became even more ferocious, rampage like an enraged beast, and the devil couldn't stop him.

"Yikes!" A devil pounced on the injured Shen Biao viciously, thinking that he had picked up a soft persimmon.

But this unlucky little devil misjudged, and the fierce bayonet that stabbed out missed, and the flesh and blood were blurred immediately by the butt of the gun swung by Shen Biao.

The devil screamed and rolled in a pool of blood, and the sharp bayonet had fallen rapidly, piercing into the devil's heart.

Another devil rushed over, the bayonet grazed Shen Biao's rib flesh and skin, the cold blade brought out blood, and Shen Biao fell in a pool of blood.

This screaming devil couldn't sneak attack, and he was about to stab down with a bayonet, and Shen Biao ran out of strength when he killed the previous devil, and his hands were soft at the moment, and he didn't struggle after a few struggles.

Just as the devil's bayonet was about to fall, there was a pop, the blade flashed, and the devil's hideous and ugly head flew out like a leather ball, a stream of blood arrows spurted out, and the headless corpse slipped towards the ditch next to it.

"Lao Shen, it's okay!"

Luo Feng, the bloodied deputy battalion commander, rushed over with a ghost head knife and helped Shen Biao, who was paralyzed, to sit up.

"No, it's fine." The battalion commander Shen Biao gasped heavily, and he was still in shock when he escaped death.

"Let's go, I'll carry you to the back."

"Leave me alone, lead the brothers forward to kill, the little devil can't hold it anymore!" Shen Biao pushed Luo Feng away and wanted to take his hand.

"Then be careful yourself." Luo Feng looked at Shen Biao, who was out of strength, and after a word of advice, he stood up again, carrying a knife and pounced on the nearest battle group.

And Shen Biao really didn't have the strength to stand up, so he pulled out a 38 rifle from under the corpse of a devil, and began to lie on the corpse and shoot the lone devil.

In a head-on collision with a devil brigade, the guerrillas of the two battalions not only blocked the devils' counterattacks, but also beat the little devils to death and wounded all over the field in a life-threatening way, making the little devils frightened.