"Kill!"

The battlefield resounded with the roar of mountains and tsunamis, and the bayonets were erected on the ground in a bright way, and more than 200 brothers of the Northeast Army roared and jumped out of the trenches. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Kill and change!!" Xue Liang, the officer of the devil's death squad, swung his saber forward, and the devil broke into the defender's position with a clattering and screaming.

The two sides collided like two high-speed trains, stirring up a rain of blood.

The brothers of the Northeast Army and the devil who rushed to the forefront stabbed the bayonet into each other's chests almost at the same time, and the blood rushed wildly, and blood spurted from the mouths of both sides, but the eyes stared at each other fiercely and were full of ferocity, until they fell to the ground and surrendered.

The brothers of the Northeast Army are tall and big, and they have a lot of advantages over the short devil soldiers, and they killed the twenty or thirty devils in just one face.

But these devil death squads are also extremely fierce, even if they are stabbed to the ground with bayonets, their faces are still glowing with fierce light, and from time to time injured devils pull grenades and pounce on the Northeast Army brothers who are dying together, and flesh and blood are flying.

Zhao Wenbin, the battalion commander of the major, met a devil officer with a saber in his hand, and this devil officer was so fierce that he had already slashed three brothers in a row, making him angry.

This devil officer saw Zhao Wenbin rushing towards him with a bayonet, he saw the officer uniform on Zhao Wenbin's body, grinned with his teeth, and took the initiative to greet Zhao Wenbin.

Facing the grinning devil officer, Zhao Wenbin snorted coldly, not afraid at all, his eyes were full of strong murderous aura.

It was too late, the two sides had already rushed to the front, and the devil officer shouted, and the raised saber had already slashed head-on.

Zhao Wenbin was calm and frightened, seeing that the saber was about to split into his head, he dodged sideways, and the cold bayonet had already stabbed into the stomach of the devil officer.

The devil officer slashed too hard, and directly crashed into Zhao Wenbin's arms, and the tip of the bayonet that stabbed into the devil officer's stomach also drilled out of his back with blood, and it actually stabbed him through the heart.

The devil officer grinned in pain, but he refused to give in, but like an enraged beast, he threw away the saber in his hand, and his bloody hand grabbed Zhao Wenbin's neck.

Zhao Wenbin wanted to hide, but stepped on the edge of the trench and rolled into the charred trench with the devil officer, kicking up a cloud of mud and dust.

The sharp pain in his back made him react, and when he saw the devil soldier who fell in front of him and wanted to pounce on him, he grabbed the devil officer's saber and slashed at his head.

Flutter! The saber was cut down with a slight delay, and then the head of the fleshy devil officer was chopped off neatly, and the bloody head rolled to the dirt, especially staring at Zhao Wenbin with fierce eyes, and he didn't blink a blind eye.

The devil's death squad howled like wild beasts and rushed out of the smoke, and although the brothers of the Northeast Army were heroic, people were constantly stabbed to the ground.

Zhao Wenbin wiped a handful of blood from his face, and looked at the entire position as he saw that it had become a pot of porridge, you have me, I have you, and they are fighting together.

The devil soldiers were like madmen with magic obstacles, regardless of casualties and pain, they attacked the defenders desperately, and their positions were precarious.

Zhao Wenbin fought the saber of the devil officer in the rain of blood, from time to time there were whizzing bullets passing by his side, and slimy blood sprayed over, broken arms and short legs were everywhere, and the two sides had fallen into a battle to the death.

Although the battle was difficult, none of the officers and men of the Northeast Army guarding the position were of a bad breed, and even if they were injured and fell to the ground, they would pull grenades to blow themselves and the devils apart.

Seeing those flying flesh and blood, Zhao Wenbin's heart hurt, killing the devil is even more ferocious, he has become a blood gourd, and his eyes are full of blood, killing the enemy mechanically, and killing the enemy again.

The only remaining captain of the second battalion, the company commander, carried a machete, and the whole person turned into a blood tower, and all the devils who rushed towards him became headless ghosts.

A ghost soldier took advantage of his inattention, sneak attacked from behind, the bayonet pierced from under the ribs, the captain's company commander panicked, turned his head to look at the sneak attack of the ghost soldier, his eyes were round, and he roared and picked up the big knife, and the head of the ghost soldier flew out again.

It's just that the captain and company commander seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and knelt on the ground with a blood-dripping broadsword, panting.

When the two devil soldiers saw that he was injured, their eyes were full of excitement, and the captain's company commander suddenly had two more blood holes in his body.

"Kill!" Seeing this, Zhao Wenbin hurriedly rushed forward with his saber.

One devil was slashed in the stomach, and his internal organs flowed out along the gap, and the other devil's calf was directly cut off, and he rolled in the trench and let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

"Sixth! Sixth! Zhao Wenbin hugged the captain and company commander who was covered in blood and shouted bitterly.

The captain and company commander looked at Zhao Wenbin, whose forehead was bruised, and forced a smile on his painful face: "Battalion ...... Battalion commander, I didn't embarrass the Northeast Army......" Before he finished speaking, the captain and company commander lost his breath.

"Battalion commander! I can't stand it! "There were brothers covered in blood who shouted to Zhao Wenbin while fighting with the devils.

Zhao Wenbin stood up murderously with his saber, and when he saw more and more devils pouring into the position, his heart sank to the bottom, did the position really have to be lost in his own hands? He was full of unwillingness!

"Rush! Kill! At this moment, there was a tsunami-like shouting of killing not far away, and Yang Ling led the guerrilla battalion to reinforce it.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming! Some of the brothers of the Northeast Army shouted excitedly, and after shouting, they fell straight to the ground and died.

Yang Ling rushed and fought, the seventy-nine rifle in his hand was full of power, almost no bullets, all the devils who were aimed at by him, most of them could not escape the end of being hit, even if they were injured, they were rushed up by the roaring brothers to kill them.

The addition of hundreds of new troops made the remaining brothers of the Northeast Army excited, and one by one, regardless of their fatigue and pain, they followed Yang Ling and them to fight back.

"Retreat! Fall back! The devil soldiers who poured into the defenders' positions saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly turned around and ran.

"Don't stop! Rush to the end! How could Yang Ling give up this opportunity to beat the water dog and take the opportunity to fight back.

The remaining brothers of the Northeast Army were also killed, especially Zhao Wenbin, who took the lead and killed the devil soldiers.

The devil's position did not expect that the Chinese defenders would kill the defeated soldiers, but there were their own soldiers in front of them and they did not dare to shoot indiscriminately, and they were so anxious that they were sweating profusely.

In just such a moment, Yang Ling and the others had already rushed into the position of the devil soldiers unstoppably, and at the head were dozens of brothers of the Northwest Army armed with machetes.

"Hold on! Resist! "The officers of the devil's position are roaring, but in the face of the wolf-like guerrilla battalion, the devil's position is like paper paste, and it will be broken with a single stab.

The fierce battle lasted for twenty minutes, and after paying a heavy price, the more than 200 devils in the devil's position were all wiped out, and the Chinese soldiers were all turned into bloody people, as if they had been fished out of a pool of blood.

The old smoker led the people into the tent behind a low hill, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of wounded devils with fierce faces.

"What's going on inside?" Seeing the old smoking gun rushing in and retreating, Yang Ling strode over and asked.

The old smoker frowned and said, "It's all some devils and wounded soldiers, what should I do?"

"Leave it to us!" Before Yang Ling could speak, Zhao Wenbin, who was like a blood gourd, strode over with the bloody devil saber.

Seeing that Yang Ling did not speak, the old smoker turned sideways to give way, and Zhao Wenbin walked into the tent with more than a dozen brothers from the Northeast Army.

Ahh Flutter!

Screams of pain soon came from inside the tent, and in just a few minutes, Zhao Wenbin, who looked indifferent, led people to open the tent and walked out.

The old smoker looked curiously into the tent, and after just one glance, his heart was churning, and he couldn't help but turn his head and hold on to a tree and vomit.

"My mobile phone is Zhao Wenbin, the commander of the second battalion." Zhao Wenbin didn't seem to have any discomfort with slaughtering so many devil wounded soldiers, and walked straight to Yang Ling and stretched out his sticky hand.

Yang Ling didn't mind, what he liked was such a decisive person, he stretched out his hand to shake Zhao Wenbin's hand, and introduced himself: "Yang Ling, the commander of the guerrilla battalion, major-"

Hearing the name Yang Ling, Zhao Wenbin was a little stunned, but he didn't expect that it was the famous Yang Ling who came to help.

"Battalion Commander Yang, your name is like thunder, I have heard of it for a long time, you fought alone and bloodily, and you also slaughtered the devil general, what a fucking relief, you have a kind!" Zhao Wenbin said and gave Yang Ling a thumbs up.

"Your brothers in the Northeast Army will not retreat! are also iron-clad men, I Yang Ling admires! ”

Hearing Yang Ling say this, Zhao Wenbin's heart swelled with a warm current, his eyes were a little moist, and finally someone was looking at their Northeast Army.

At the beginning, they confronted the devils in the four eastern provinces, and they were not allowed to resist with a single order, but in order to prevent them from impulsively, their guns and ammunition were confiscated and put into storage, so that they were defenseless when the conflict broke out later.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were driven out of the northeast by the devils, they lost their wives, children, parents, and great rivers and mountains, and they were also aggrieved, and they have been poked in the back.

Now that he has Yang Ling's approval, he suddenly has an urge to hug his head and cry.

"Battalion Commander Zhao, I'm afraid the devil will have to fight back, let's step up and consolidate our position." Yang Ling also saw that Zhao Wenbin was not in the right mood, so he hurriedly opened his mouth and changed the topic.