The smoke and dust that could not disperse obscured the corpse-strewn neighborhood, and the white light of the flares in the distance and the flames burning with the north wind swept together.

The dark alleys loom in the light like fanged monsters, the air is filled with the strong smell of blood, and in the dust, the brothers are picking up the pieces.

The more than 200 devil infantry who were in ambush were all sent to see Lord Yama, and the brothers' bodies were dusty and smoking, and their faces were covered with blood and small wounds, some of them had their own, but most of them were little devils.

Raiding a reinforced squadron of devils with the strength of two platoons is a crazy and daring operation, but the war itself is a risky gamble, winning gets flowers and applause, and losing is death.

The company commander won the knife gamble once, and these little devils who were in ambush never thought that a small interspersed force that they had put in the past to prepare for the rear troops to solve would kill them and wipe them out.

One by one, the wounded brothers were carried out of the burning houses and placed in the courtyard, and the brothers who died in the bloody holes were also found out of the devil's pile.

There are also red-eyed brothers who carry blood-dripping bayonets and look for the devil's mouth in this broken ruin, and from time to time a few devils who were stunned by grenades were found by them.

For these little devils who struggled to resist, the red-eyed brothers did not hesitate at all, and raised their hands to go down with a knife.

"These little devils really don't have to be slaughtered."

The fire in the mouth of the company commander's knife was extinguished, and the bloodied hand held a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth with some detachment, his eyes swept over the corpse of the devil lying on the ground, his face full of disdain.

The veteran Luo Feng gave the knife a roll of the eyes while wrapping the bandage that he felt out of the devil's body around his bleeding arm, but he secretly scolded in his heart for being cheap and behaved.

With the strength of two platoons to attack the little devils several times over, and they also won, Luo Feng didn't know whether to say that they were lucky, or lucky.

You must know that the strength of a squadron of the little devils is enough to defeat a regiment of the Chinese army under normal circumstances, and now they have cleaned up so many devils like chopping melons and vegetables with only two platoons, and he still has a feeling of suddenly dreaming.

However, seeing those guerrilla officers and soldiers covered in blood and like a fierce Yama, Luo Feng's heart was also convinced, they were all a group of crazy people.

"Company commander, the brothers have broken thirty, fifteen are seriously wounded, and the rest are lightly wounded, which does not affect the battle."

Although the knives used hundreds of grenades to open the way for the devils to cover the attack, the remaining little devils still caused them heavy casualties.

If it was a real head-on confrontation, the knives and the two of them would not be enough to stuff the devil's teeth, but the fact now is that they took the little devil down.

"Leave five brothers to take care of the wounded on the spot, send someone back to call the stretcher team and the medical team, and follow me to the warehouse if you can fight!"

After hearing the reported casualties, the knife's dark face showed an imperceptible sadness, and he immediately threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, untied the ammunition box from the devil's body, tied it to himself, and stood up.

Bloodied, some of the distrained brethren stood up one after another, having collected ammunition from the corpse of the little devil.

Fighting the little devils who are ambushed here is just a matter of their own hands, and their task is to penetrate into the depth, control the ammunition depots and warehouses of the devils, and prevent the devils from jumping over the wall and blowing them up.

The veteran Luo Feng also wrapped the handle of his blood-stained ghost head knife a few times with the cloth strip again, and stood up without moving.

"Can you hold it?" The knife pointed at Luo Feng's arm that had been slashed by the devil.

Luo Feng grinned and showed Sen Sen's white teeth: "A small injury, it's not in the way." ”

The knife thought for a while, and stuffed the southern pistol and a bullet of the devil officer captured from his waist into Luo Feng's hand: "It's convenient to use this if you're injured." ”

In the face of the kindness of the knife, Luo Feng did not have the slightest hypocrisy, and after saying thank you, he put the bullet in his pocket.

"Let's go!"

After shouting the knife, he took the lead out of the courtyard with a 38 rifle full of bullets, and the brothers of less than a platoon followed, and soon disappeared into the darkness of the alley, interspersed with the rear of the devil.

Soon after the knives left, a group of ghostly black shadows emerged from the darkness with quick movements, hiding a pair of cold eyes under the skeletal steel helmet.

Shosa Makino Kanan led the skeleton special team to reinforce them, but what they didn't expect was that the battle was over by the time they arrived here.

The knives first covered them with a grenade blow, and then rushed into the smoke of gunpowder and stabbed them with bayonets, and the battle began and ended quickly, and Makino Kanan and they came too late.

Seeing the flickering and burning firelight, the entire wall was blown up and collapsed, and looking into the courtyard through these collapsed walls, there were all stacked corpses of devils, and the pungent smell of blood was overwhelming.

"Eight Tooth Road!"

When Shaosa Makino Kanan saw this scene, he immediately became furious and let out a low roar, although these were soldiers of the regular army, he still felt a great shame.

When did they become so weak that they were killed by the Chinese army in pieces, and the roar of rage reverberated in Makino Kanan's chest.

A whole squadron of soldiers was cleaned up like they were chopping melons and vegetables, and the corpses were covered in the alleys, which were blocked and eliminated from both ends by machine guns......

Just as Makino Kanan was in a state of rage, he suddenly heard a voice from a ruined courtyard in front of him.

Makino Kanan's expression was awe-inspiring, there were still soldiers of the Chinese army here, he waved his big hand, and the murderous skeleton special forces behind him were attached to the wall full of bullet holes, and the figures flashed between the rubble and the corpses, and quickly surrounded them.

"Whoa!"

A devil stepped on the broken bricks and made a noise, and a guerrilla sentry lying on the wall on guard hurriedly raised his gun in the direction of the sound.

When he saw a group of black-pressed devils touching him with the help of a pile of burning embers, his face changed wildly.

"There's a devil touching it!"

The vigilant guerrilla sentry fired a shot into the darkness, and there was a muffled grunt in the darkness, and someone had been shot.

"Prepare for battle!"

The other brothers who remained in the courtyard to care for the wounded quickly grabbed their rifles and ran to the gap in the courtyard wall, ready to stop them.

"Puff ......"

The soldiers of the Devil Skull Special Team had accurate marksmanship, and when they saw the flash of gunfire on the wall, they raised their hands to shoot, and the guerrilla sentry's head burst out with a puddle of blood, and rolled down from the wall with a thud.

The other brothers threw themselves at the wall and, after firing only one shot, were shot and fell to the ground.

"Huh! Clear! ”

Immediately afterwards, a murderous devil soldier pounced on him, stabbed a bayonet at the corpse, and a fountain of blood splattered out.

The wounded who remained in the courtyard saw countless black shadows rushing in, and they all struggled to grab their guns, and the movement caused the wounds to burst, and they were covered in sweat.

"Kill them all!"

The devil Shaosa Makino Kanan stepped into the courtyard and saw the wounded guerrillas who were surrounded by a circle, and his eyes were vicious.

Before the wounded could catch their guns, the bayonets had already penetrated their bodies, and they hung their hands weakly, and their eyes began to wander.

"Chengren bullet!"

Seeing the blood flashing in front of him, one of the wounded knew that he would not be spared, so he took out a grenade that was pressed under him and smashed it into the brick next to him.

Every Chinese officer and soldier carries a "Chengren bullet" at all times, which is prepared to prevent them from falling into the hands of devils and being tortured.

When they left, they left some of the captured grenades for the wounded as usual, but what they didn't expect was that they would come in handy so quickly.

"Boom!"

The skeleton special forces who were stabbing down with bayonets did not expect that these wounded people still had grenades, their faces showed horror, and they only heard a loud noise, and they were immediately swept away by a huge force.