On the dark and dilapidated battlefield, the wave of charging and the fighting troops of the devils collided head-on.

"Huh! Clear! ......”

The bayonet pierced through the flesh with a dull sound, and the brothers and devils in the front row all slammed into each other with all their strength, and the bayonets pierced each other's bodies almost simultaneously.

The little devils are well-nourished and strong and stout, and in this kind of close-range collision, their good explosiveness occupies an absolute advantage.

The scrawny Chinese officers and soldiers who rushed forward were also knocked over by the huge brute force when the bayonet stabbed into the body of the devil, and blood gushed out.

But the little devils were not very comfortable, and before they could draw their bayonets, one by one the deadly guerrilla officers and soldiers flew down and knocked them down, and then the cold blades swept into their necks.

Although General Ma Yuren's command were all guerrilla officers and soldiers, their strength was not weak, and a considerable part of the troops were experienced veterans.

They had both scattered troops who had withdrawn to Jiangsu on the Songhu battlefield and stragglers who had been withdrawn from the Xuzhou battlefield and were later incorporated into the guerrillas.

In this guerrilla force, there were not only local officers and men from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but also many officers and men from the southwest region.

The guerrillas were mixed with stragglers from the Gui, Dian and Sichuan armies, many of whom were separated from the main force in battle.

In this era of backward transportation and communications, they are scattered in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, thousands of miles away from their hometowns, and they can't even find their way home if they can't read a few big characters.

Fortunately, the guerrillas gathered them down, so that they could finally get some supplies and ammunition, and all they needed to do was to keep fighting.

They could not return home, nor could they take off their uniforms to be ordinary people, because without the guerrillas, their strong dialect had difficulty communicating with the local people, and they could not even find food.

They are a group of officers and soldiers who are fighting in a foreign land, a group of officers and soldiers who have no way out and no future, and their only hope is to defeat the devils.

Only by defeating the devils will they be able to find their troops, prove their identity, and return to their long-lost hometown, which is destined to be extremely difficult, and many will not be able to return to their distant homeland until they are killed.

"Kill!"

These guerrilla death squads who spoke different dialects were amazingly combative, and they killed a squad of devils head-on with just one shot.

The more than a dozen devils who were facing them were even stabbed into a blood sieve, and they stepped on the corpses of the devils and rushed forward.

On the dark battlefield, the collision of bayonets and broadswords made a sonorous golden sound, and the roars and shouts gushed with blood fountains, and even the air was stained with blood.

"Da Da Da ......"

The devil's light machine guns strafed from the flanks, constantly shooting the guerrilla officers and men who had killed the battle group, but they still could not stop the guerrilla officers and men from rushing forward.

Five or six devils were stabbed with bayonets and fell into the trenches, followed by red-eyed guerrilla officers and soldiers who jumped into the trenches and made up for them a few times.

"Commander, they've burst in!"

There was a mist of blood in the binoculars, and when the guerrilla officers and soldiers were seen rushing into the trenches of the devils, some staff officers shouted excitedly.

"Second battalion, rush up to stabilize Lao Tzu!" When Commander Ma Yuren saw this scene, he also had to do it, and hurriedly shouted.

Hundreds of more guerrilla officers and men jumped out of the trenches and rushed forward.

"Bang bang bang!"

The devil's shell smashed over, and the follow-up troops who had just rushed out were turned on their backs, and Commander Ma Yuren was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Let them rush forward with all their might, and the devils will not dare to shoot if they rush in!" When the herald received the order, he rushed into the smoke.

By the time the devil's artillery blocked the follow-up troops, the brothers of the death squad had already been strangled with the devil.

A squadron of devil soldiers and death squad officers and soldiers collided with bayonets, scuffled and rolled in the place, wailing and screaming.

"Little devil, die!"

There are veterans who have survived a hundred battles laughing loudly, holding a bundle of cluster grenades in their hands and rushing to the place where there are many devils.

"Boom!"

The smoke rings of the dull explosion were spreading, and the flesh and blood were rising from time to time in the battle group, and the devil was terrified by this style of play of the death squad.

These little devils were all drawn from the reserves and reserves, and they had not experienced the great battles of Shanghai and Nanjing, and the targets of their daily battles were the local guerrillas, the peasants who had just laid down their hoes.

In the eyes of the little devils, the Chinese army of peasants is a rabble, enough to crush them to powder.

But this time they were not facing those recruits, but veterans who had survived a hundred battles, veterans who had already turned around the Ghost Gate a few times.

Are these brave soldiers who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and blood in vain?

"Kill Gaigai!"

The devil's soldier roared like a beast, and slashed over a seriously wounded guerrilla officer, who was also a veteran, but at the moment it was as if he had been drained of strength, trying to struggle, but he was so powerless.

"Yikes!"

The devil soldier Cao did not relent, the saber stabbed into the veteran's back fiercely, and it was deeply submerged, the veteran's mouth was full of blood foam, and the severe pain made him grow his mouth, and the blood foam continued to gush out.

"Little devil, my ancestor is your ancestor!" When the veteran Luo Feng saw that his brother was tortured and killed by the devil, he immediately pounced with red eyes.

The little devil also heard the roar a few meters away, and he fiercely pulled out the saber that pierced the veteran's body, and a fountain of blood spurted out.

The veteran of a hundred battles, who still had one breath left, looked at Luo Feng who rushed over, and showed an extremely ugly smile, and the light in his pupils was rapidly dissipating.

A sneer appeared on the corner of the devil army Cao's mouth, holding the blood-dripping saber in both hands, and with a strange scream, he met the angry veteran Luo Feng.

"Boom!"

The saber of the devil army Cao and the ancestral ghost head knife in Luo Feng's hand collided fiercely, and the two sides staggered past, and the violent impact made the tiger's mouths of both sides crack.

Devil Soldier Cao and Luo Feng both turned around quickly, and Devil Soldier Cao saw the intact Ghost Head Knife in Luo Feng's hand, and his face was full of surprise.

Due to the lack of bayonets among Chinese officers and soldiers, many times they had to use broadswords to fight, but due to the influence of the forging process, the quality of the broadsword was uneven, and many times it broke when it collided with the devil's saber.

The devil's saber is produced on an assembly line, and lead is added to increase the hardness, so the quality is still guaranteed, although it is not as good as a katana, but it is still extremely sharp.

Luo Feng and the devil figured out the strength of this devil in just one round, although his cold face was covered with dust, it looked even more hideous, and with a low roar, he rushed towards the devil Jun Cao again.

Not to be outdone, the knives of the two sides collided again, the vicious eyes and angry gazes collided, and the two sides were almost nose to nose.

Luo Feng is a veteran of the rest of his life, and there are many ways to kill people, after the knife was blocked by the devil, in an instant, his knees bent and crashed into the devil's crotch.

"Ahh

The severe pain made the little devil's face twisted and hideous, and while the devil subconsciously bent over and let go, Luo Feng reached out with one hand and twisted his head, and the sharp blade of the ghost head knife had been quickly pulled through the devil's neck.

A fountain of blood spurted out of the devil's neck, and the whole person was paralyzed unwillingly, and was kicked into the trench by Luo Feng.

"Retreat! I can't win! As soon as Luo Feng slaughtered this devil army, a brother next to him dragged him back.

Luo Feng glanced over with the rest of his eyes, about three hundred devil fresh forces had already rushed up, and their follow-up troops were bombarded back by the devil's artillery fire.

They now have only a few dozen survivors, and they are no match for hundreds of devils, so they have to stumble and retreat.

But the devil's plane pounced on the fun, their arrogant low altitude swept by, and the strong air flow swept Luo Feng and a veteran into the trench.

The sharp wings directly cut off a few brothers who couldn't dodge, and as soon as the two devil planes passed, the other two pounced, and the machine gun ballistics cut into the retreating team, and the flesh and blood flew sideways.

"Grenades!"

Seeing that the devil behind him pounced, the remaining veterans threw all the remaining grenades out one after another.

After throwing the grenades, they ran wildly in the direction of their positions, one grenade and two grenades, and soon the grenades behind them exploded.

When the veteran Luo Feng gasped and threw himself into his trench, the devil's shells also followed closely and lifted the blown dirt in.

Looking up to see the familiar face of another gray-faced veteran rolling into the trench, both sides gasped and leaned against the trench wall, grinning ugly, glad they had survived again.