The violent explosion shattered the trenches of the position, the smoke of gunpowder filled the sky, the earth and stones were scattered everywhere, the bullets were whizzing around, the smoke of gunpowder had not yet dissipated, and countless devils with hideous faces had already rushed up with bayonets. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill!" The remnants of the soldiers jumped up from the trenches with their red tasseled broadswords and bayonets in their hands, and rushed towards the devil soldiers who rushed to the position.

Both sides roared, and then slammed into each other, the force of the impact causing many people to roll to the ground, and the bright bayonets puffed into their bodies, and blood gushed out.

"Ahh

The remnant let out a scream of pain, watching the devil thrust the bayonet into his body even harder, struggling, screaming in pain, but to no avail.

More and more devils have rushed in from the smoke of gunpowder, and all the remnants of the soldiers are fighting hand-to-hand with devils, and no one cares about others in this cruel battlefield.

Another remnant angrily held a red-tasseled broadsword and tried to save his companion, but he stabbed obliquely and rushed out of a devil, and with a bang, a ball of blood burst out of the remnant's chest, and his body fell unwillingly in the blackened trench.

There were roars everywhere, screams everywhere, hundreds of devils rushed into the position of the remnants with bayonets and screaming, and in the face of these elite devil soldiers, the remnants of the yellow-skinned and thin-skinned and malnourished soldiers were overturned in just one face.

In the trenches, in the craters, the devil soldiers and the remnants of the soldiers fought together, the sound of gunfire mixed with roars, the sound of bones shattering, the battlefield was full of shaking figures, many people covered in blood.

The old smoking gun was still lying next to the sandbag in the back, looking at the devils who were fighting with the remnants, constantly pulling the trigger, and the banging sound continued, and some devils were injured by him and let out a painful wail.

The wounded devil was even more ferocious, like a wounded beast, screaming and screaming at the remnants of the nearby soldiers, and the madness revealed in his bones made people's souls tremble.

Two strong remnants worked together to knock a devil to the ground, and the devil's steel helmet was thrown out directly, blood flowed down his hair and cheeks, but the devil was not dead, facing the two remnants who rushed over, he threw out the melon grenade tied to his chest.

Rumble! The flesh and blood were sprinkled all over the sky, and the two remnants were directly shattered, and the devil soldier got up with blood on his face, picked up the bayonet and pounced on the other remnant soldier who was stunned, and the bayonet stabbed into the chest with a snort.

This is an extremely tragic melee hand-to-hand combat, the devil is not only strong but also has a high tactical literacy, the remnants of the bayonet are not opponents at all, the two sides scuffle together, smash with fists, bite with teeth, and try to kill each other.

The machine gun in Luo Dayong's hand had been smashed and deformed, and he was still trying to smash the devil's head, and a devil threw him to the ground, but his strength kicked the devil over, and the two rolled in the trench and scuffled together, roaring again and again.

The sharpshooter Luo Ziqiang also joined in the hand-to-hand combat, he kept rolling on the ground, the devil roared and kept stabbing the bayonet at him, the sharp bayonet kept poking into the dirt, Luo Ziqiang was in danger.

The remnants of the soldiers lost thirty or forty people under the bombardment of the devils, and the number of devils who attacked them was indeed a squadron of nearly two hundred people, and the remnants of the soldiers kept screaming and being killed, and all of them were red-eyed.

Yang Ling couldn't remember how many devils he had killed, but all the devils who rushed towards him turned into cold corpses on the ground, watching the remnants of the soldiers die tragically in the hands of the devils one by one, Yang Ling's heart was full of anger, and he vented fiercely through killing.

Yes! A devil took advantage of Yang Ling's inattention, rushed from behind him, the bayonet pierced his thigh, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh, the pain made him can't help screaming, the butt of the gun was smashed, the devil's steel helmet was knocked away, and his body rolled backwards uncontrollably.

Looking at the blood-drenched hole in his leg, Yang Ling rushed forward angrily, and the bayonet stabbed the devil who rolled to the ground, once, twice, the blood kept coming out of the devil's mouth, and the devil's head was biased, and there was no sound.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded around Yang Ling, and he was thrown into the trench by the air wave, and the corpses of two devils and a remnant also rolled down.

"Phew!" Yang Ling spit out his mouth, his whole head was buzzing, the gun in his hand didn't know where it was blown away by the air wave, and he picked up the red tassel big knife of a dead remnant.

A ghost soldier Cao saw Yang Ling standing in the trench, screamed and pounced, Yang Ling ninja thigh from the sharp pain, the bloodstained knife along the devil army Cao's stomach is slammed upward.

The stomach of the devil soldier Cao was suddenly cut open with a large opening of tens of centimeters, and blood mixed with internal organs flowed out.

The devil soldier Cao curled up on the ground in pain, stretched out his hand to stuff the intestines that flowed out, but it was useless, and the flow was more, miserable, and he let out a painful howl.

"Brother Yang...... Save me. Yang Ling heard the cry of the black baby, turned his head to look, he was being pressed down in the dirt by two devils, the bayonet was stabbing at his chest, the blood in his mouth was gushing wildly, his face had been twisted because of the pain, and he was struggling weakly at the moment.

Hei Wazi is still a half-old child, only sixteen years old, black and thin because of his nutrition can't keep up, and he is not as tall as a rifle when he stands up, and he is one of the people Yang Ling = who came to this world is one of the most familiar people.

Seeing the painful expression on Hei Wazi's face, and then looking at the two devil soldiers who were stabbing with bayonets, Yang Ling was furious, he had forgotten the pain in his leg at the moment, and rushed towards the devil with a roar.

"Bang!" A little devil stood up and raised his bayonet against Yang Ling, but was swept away by the red tasseled knife in Yang Ling's hand, and his fist had smashed firmly into the little devil's abdomen, and the little devil curled up on the ground with his stomach and rolled over with a cry of pain.

Yang Ling's punch was full of the anger in his heart at the moment, and with ten percent of his strength, the little devil felt his internal organs churning and wailing.

Another devil pulled out a bloody bayonet from the black baby, and just raised his head, the red tassel big knife in Yang Ling's hand had already slashed down, and the big knife slashed directly into the little devil's shoulder, deeply embedded in it, and with a draw. The devil had fainted in pain.

"Black baby, hold on! Hold on! Seeing the black baby squirming in his mouth and trying to speak, more blood gushed out, Yang Ling shouted hoarsely, holding the black baby's bloody body, watching his eyes gradually dim, Yang Ling's heart was like a knife.

"Little devil!" Yang Ling put down the silent black baby, looked at the battlefield that was still fighting, and let out an angry roar.