The Chinese soldiers who rushed down from the ridge line relied on their superiority to pounce from top to bottom, and the momentum sank vigorously!

However, the Japanese army's stabbing skills were better than those of the Chinese soldiers, and the more important thing was that the 38-type rifle with the bayonet was 10 cm longer than the Chinese formal rifle with the same bayonet!

At the moment when the two sides were in close proximity, the same scene occurred between several pairs of assassination opponents. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Japanese spear pierced the Chinese soldier's abdomen because it was 10 centimeters long, and almost at the same time, the Chinese soldier's gun belt also pierced their chest with the inertia of impact!

The screams suddenly rang out!

A yellow-skinned Chinese soldier was timid, and he hesitated at the moment of pounce on his opponent.

It's no wonder he's just a recruit, and last month he was just a farmer with a hoe.

The Japanese soldier below him was a veteran, and a shot opened the soldier's already resolute assassination, and just as he was about to make up for the fatal shot, a medium rifle appeared in the air.

Because the person with the gun rushed down very violently, he directly used the body of the gun to block the Japanese gun's shot almost upright.

Then the man retracted the barrel of the gun, and the butt of the gun was smashed on the face of the Japanese soldier, and the blood splattered in the crisp sound of the Japanese soldier's nose and facial bones being broken and broken, so the Japanese soldier threw the gun and fell to the ground and rolled backwards.

The man with the gun was Ma Liancai, who saved the recruit's life at a critical moment.

And the first time the recruit saw such a bloody scene, his face turned pale, his legs trembled, and his brain must have gone blank.

Ma Liancai didn't care about the recruit anymore, and he didn't have time to care, because he had to face the devils who rushed up again.

Ma Liancai was not the first to rush out of the trenches, not because he was afraid of death, but because he was supervising the battle as a company commander.

Under his "urging" with a pistol, most of the recruits had the courage to pick up their guns and rush down with the veterans, instead of turning around and running.

At this time, the young soldier who blew up the tank and beat the devil was hiding in front of the tank at this time, and the devil who was bent on occupying the position and rushing forward frantically did not notice him at the moment when he rushed past the tank.

Just as the bright bayonets of the soldiers on both sides began to collide, the young Chinese soldier struck the box cannon in his hand at the devil who was still rushing up parallel to him.

This time, instead of firing, he lay the gun flat and fired all the bullets in the gun in one go.

Seeing that several more devils fell under his gun, he pulled out the knife behind him with one hand, and with a tiger pounce, he cut down a devil who had just turned around and had not yet leveled the gun to the ground.

The appearance of this young soldier undoubtedly disrupted the devil's position, and the devil who rushed in front was distracted by the sudden appearance behind him.

At the moment when the devil was distracted, several more Japanese soldiers were stabbed down, and for a while, the morale of the Chinese side was greatly boosted, shouting and pressing on the Japanese army.

But the Japanese army was, after all, well-trained and quickly got out of the panic.

Most of the Japanese soldiers scuffled with the Chinese soldiers who had rushed out of their positions, and a few devils in the back turned around to besiege the unexpected young soldier.

Although the soldier was outnumbered, he was not afraid, and stepped forward and slashed at the two devils with rifles in front of him.

It stands to reason that the gun is long and the knife is short, and the Type 38 rifle is undoubtedly superior in terms of fighting distance, but this young soldier shot too quickly.

Before the two Japanese soldiers could level their guns, the Chinese soldiers' knives had already arrived.

The two Japanese soldiers were also good at stabbing, but they only took half a step back, out of the range of the blade, and then raised their guns in unison to stab the Chinese soldier.

The soldier had expected his opponent to dodge his stab, but he turned suddenly, as if he had an eye in the back of his head, and reached out with his left hand to catch a shot from behind.

He leaned forward, his right hand knife fell, and a devil who attacked from behind him was already in a different place.

And in this column, he just avoided the spur of the two Japanese soldiers just now.

When he turned around again, he swept the side of a bayonet behind him that he was trying to retract, and the Japanese soldier with the gun couldn't help but shake his body.

The soldier slammed forward, and the knife followed the man, and the knife cut right into the devil's face.

The blade was sharp, although the force was not great, but the knife was already three points into the bone, and the Japanese soldier screamed, abandoned the gun and covered his face and squatted on the ground.

Red blood gushed out from the knife edge, directly covering the eyes, and it seemed that even if he was immortal, he had lost his combat effectiveness.

As the soldier put away his sword, another devil's bayonet arrived.

But seeing that the back of his knife was raised upward, he was swinging away the spear that had stabbed at him, and after colliding with the spear, he collapsed, and with a force on his wrist, the knife was slashing at the neck of the Japanese soldier who had opened the door wide.

A stream of invaders' plasma shot out like a fountain, more than a foot high, apparently severed by the carotid artery.

So the Japanese soldier abandoned his gun and fell on his back.

After a scuffle, as the last Japanese soldier was stabbed with three bayonets, all the Japanese soldiers in yellow uniforms had fallen in front of the close position, exactly the same as in the first attack, and all of them were "broken".

Dozens of Chinese soldiers stood solemnly on the position in various postures, some with guns, some just got up from the ground, and some were still stuffing the intestines that had flowed out of the body back into the abdomen with their hands, but at this time they were all freed from the mood of fighting and looked at the young Chinese soldier below them with an incomparable admiration.

The soldier stood with his back to the group, holding a knife in his hand and pointing diagonally to the ground.

The knife was not the same as the large blade traditionally used by the troops, the blade was slender, the blade glistened in the sun, and the blood of the invaders dripped down the blood groove on the knife.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, the impression of the original thin figure has been thrown out of the clouds by this white-knuckle battle, and the soldier is clearly a killing god! A killing god who specializes in killing little devils!

An officer broke the silence by throwing his rifle to a soldier beside him, walked up to the young soldier, and said, "Xiaoshanzi, you are tired, go down and rest." ”

The young soldier looked back and grinned, that smile had no murderous intent, that smile was faint and elegant, and there was a little shyness of a young man.

Suddenly, the image that originally killed the god in the eyes of everyone was gone, but it was deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone present.

"Look at Huo Xiaoshan, you see how old they are, learn from him when you fight with a bayonet next time, don't look like a dead father and a dead mother!" Ma Liancai scolded the recruits.

At this time, the recruit had already gotten rid of his fear, and the soldier who was saved by Ma Liancai under the bayonet of the Japanese army looked at Huo Xiaoshan with awe-inspiring eyes, and at the same time felt ashamed of his performance, he remembered that this veteran who seemed to be one or two years younger than himself but was particularly capable of killing devils, and remembered that his name was Huo Xiaoshan. (To be continued.) )