The steel helmets of the devil soldiers kept shaking on the position, roaring again and again, and the two sides of the battle had already killed red eyes, and the battle entered a white-hot battle at the beginning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the face of the onslaught of the devil's superior forces, the position was already precarious, and Yang Ling completely angered him because the black baby died in his arms.

Holding the red-tasseled blade in both hands, he limped towards the nearest devil, he wanted to kill, he wanted to avenge the dead.

Since coming to this era, Yang Ling has not really integrated himself into this era, because he knows that this war is doomed to failure, and any struggle will not save the fate of the fiasco, and he has been watching from the sidelines.

Even if he saved those remnants, he didn't want to save this doomed war, but he couldn't bear to let them be wiped out by the devils like that, he just sympathized with them.

And now he is watching Heiwazi and others die in front of him, he feels sad and angry, everyone here is struggling and resisting for this nation, as a Chinese, he can't just stand by, he has to use his knowledge and strength to change this war.

He couldn't watch these familiar people die in the hands of the devil soldiers like this, otherwise he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Yang Ling dragged the red tasseled broadsword towards the two people who were scuffling together, and all the anger and hatred in his heart were vividly swayed with the slashing of the broadsword.

The big knife slashed into the flesh, and the sound of bones shattering sounded, and the devil with a hideous face was kicked to the ground by him, even if he was dead, he could still see the fierce appearance of the devil with his teeth and claws.

"Pick up your bayonet and follow me!" Yang Ling shouted to the remnants of the soldiers who were coughing violently and gasping, and continued to walk forward with the knife.

There was a devil in the trench who flew and pounced, but was dodged sideways by Yang Ling, and the blood splattered under the big knife, and the devil's head was weakly sideways, and only a skin was left on his neck with his head, and blood flowed out and penetrated into the soil.

The injured Yang Ling was even more dangerous, his resolute face was full of dust, but his black eyes were full of killing intent, he wanted to kill all these little devils.

There were more and more people following Yang Ling, they regrouped, they rushed up in the face of the devils, smashed them with the butts of their guns, stabbed them with bayonets, and killed the devils one by one to the ground.

"Boom!" Someone picked up the grenade on the ground and began to bombard the lone devil soldiers, and the gunfire on the battlefield rang out again.

The saber in the hands of the devil squadron leader was already stained with blood, and three remnants had already died under his hands, seeing that Yang Ling was gathering the remnants, he shouted and rushed over with a few devils.

Seeing the ghost soldiers rushing over, Yang Ling took out the grenade, pulled it hard, and the green smoke came out, and then threw it fiercely towards the devil who rushed over.

The grenade swirled and landed in the group of devils, and then the gunpowder exploded violently, and the force of the explosion directly blurred the flesh and blood torn by the devils, and the rags fell one after another like scattered flowers of the goddess.

The devil's squadron leader exploded and was scorched and smoking, feeling the warmth on his face, he reached out and touched the red blood, looking at Yang Ling, who was limping towards him, the devil's squadron leader was angry.

He stood up with bared teeth, holding his saber in both hands and pounced towards Yang Ling, and then slashed it down.

Bang dang!

The big knife in Yang Ling's hand and the devil's saber collided fiercely, splashing out a series of sparks, and the huge force that came from the big knife almost made the devil unstable, looking at the devil squadron leader with a hideous face, Yang Ling's face flashed a touch of fierceness.

The Devil Squadron Leader swung his knife at Yang Ling again, and with the violent collision sound, he felt his own pain in the tiger's mouth, and the saber was thrown to the side.

The leader of the devil squadron saw that the saber was knocked off, and after being stunned for a moment, he pounced towards Yang Ling a few steps away, trying to knock Yang Ling to the ground.

Poof!

The devil rushed to Yang Ling's side, and Yang Ling could see the devil squadron leader's scorched and hideous face up close, but the devil squadron leader immediately showed a painful look on his face, and a trace of red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Yang Ling's hands twisted hard, stabbed the devil squadron leader with a red-tasseled broadsword that pierced the devil's internal organs, and the devil's body seemed to have drained all his strength, and he slowly collapsed, and the hand that was holding Yang Ling also fell.

"Kill!" An angry roar came from behind Yang Ling and them, and Wu Zhenguo rushed along the trench with more than a hundred soldiers.

Wu Zhenguo and the others originally retreated to the rear to rest, but with the fierce battle ahead, Wu Zhenguo was not worried about the position and ran back with people, just in time to see Yang Ling fighting with the devil with bayonets.

More than two hundred devils faced the desperate struggle of the remnants of the soldiers, and now they also suffered heavy losses, and in the face of the arrival of Yang Ling's reinforcements, they chose to retreat without hesitation.

The devil left more than seventy corpses and ran away, the figure disappeared from everyone's field of vision, Yang Ling's thighs were in sharp pain, and he sat on the charred ground, looking at his pants that had been stained red with red blood, wet.

Crash! Tearing open his trouser leg, a bloody hole pierced by a bayonet appeared in front of Yang Ling, he tore off a strip of cloth and bandaged it simply.

"Platoon Commander Yang, are you okay?" Wu Zhenguo, who was full of exhaustion, trotted towards Yang Ling, looked at Yang Ling's bloody thighs and asked with concern.

Yang Ling shook his head, and then said apologetically: "We almost didn't hold our position......"

"Brother Yang, don't say that, the strength of one of your companies is enough to block a squadron of devils, much stronger than us, and a battalion before us can't stop a squad of devils."

Wu Zhenguo had told Yang Ling that there was only one squad of devils attacking their position before, but he didn't expect that this time it was a full squadron of devils, because he was too careless.

Many of the remnants were dead, their bodies covered with bullet holes from the devils, and many more were killed by the devils in the white-knuckle battle, their bodies lying all over the ground, blood mixed with dirt all over their bodies.

Luo Dayong was tired and out of strength, and at this moment he was paralyzed in the trench like a dead corpse, his smashed crooked light machine gun was thrown next to him, looking at the gray sky, Luo Dayong was panting like a cow.

"I'm alive! I'm still alive......" There were also remnants of soldiers who wept with joy, and their tears and mud and sand wrapped themselves in big faces.

War has never been merciful, it is incomparably cruel, and the strength of the individual is like the waves in the sea in such a fight, and it is a great honor to be alive.