Although the county brigade of the Eighth Route Army was nearly twice as large as the number of devils, their combat effectiveness was really not flattering.

After the two sides fought in a short battle, it was a draw.

That is, people wearing military uniforms, armed belts, and red tasseled broadswords on their backs are better. Most of the others are dealers, and the wheel gun looks like a hoe, and they are completely relying on the power of hatred to kill devils.

The bearded man is not bad, and he dances with a big sword, and fights with Someya.

Someya held the command knife in both hands, kicked forward and backward, shouted and slashed with a swing of the knife.

The bearded man raised his broadsword to block, and when the weapons of both sides touched them, they both felt the strength of the other party.

The bearded man held his big knife hard, snorted on the ground, and said disdainfully: "Little devil, just this little skill, grandpa sent you to see the king of Hades." ”

Although Someya doesn't speak Chinese very well, he understands the meaning of this sentence.

He shouted, and Baga swung his knife and rushed up again.

"Little devil, it's good to come!"

Someya and Bearded took a dozen or so moves hard, and no one could help anyone, and both sides gasped slightly.

Someya looked at the situation on the battlefield with his spare eyes, and was a little anxious.

Although his soldiers are stronger in combat, as the saying goes, ants bite elephants to death, and a stalemate is not very beneficial to them.

Thinking of this, Someya suddenly used his toes to pick the snow on the ground in the direction of the beard, this foot was good, a small amount of snow flew directly to the beard's face, and his eyes instantly got a little snowflake.

The bearded man's vision was suddenly a little blurry, and he blinked his eyes vigorously, wanting to make the foreign body in his eyes disappear, how could Someya let go of this opportunity. He lunged forward, kicked the beard down, and then slashed down with both hands with the command knife.

The bearded man held up his machete and greeted him.

But he lay on the ground, completely at a disadvantage.

When the devil saw that he had blocked the blow, he immediately slashed his knife to the left and towards his right hand, which was holding the knife.

This time it directly picked the bearded right hand. In pain, he immediately let go of the big knife in his hand.

Someya slashed at him with a command knife in his hand, and the bearded man was helpless, and rolled to the left three times in a row to avoid the deadly triple blow.

After the bearded man rolled backwards and stood up, the devil next to him rushed over with a bayonet. He had a lot of strength, and directly clamped two 38 big covers under his armpit and roared. The waist exerted force to the left, and the two devils were instantly wheeled up.

The devils who were flown out by the wheel hit other devils again, and this trick of the big windmill is good.

The bearded man pressed his right hand with his left hand, the devil's pick just now had hurt his tendons, and now it hurts, and there is no way to hold the knife at all.

But Someya wouldn't give him a chance, so he immediately rushed forward with his sword.

The bearded man dodged twice with his bare hands. Someya smiled sinisterly, and the third knife flattened the command knife and gently lifted it up, tearing his cotton clothes. There was also a trace of blood on his chin, and if he hadn't dodged quickly, he might have died.

"Chinese, yours can't do it. Someya's contemptuous eyes and disdainful words completely angered the bearded.

He picked up the knife on the ground with his foot and held it in his left hand, pointed the knife at Someya and said, "China is your ancestor, you can see if it works!" As soon as the words fell, he rushed forward with his left hand brandishing a big knife.

But how could his left hand hit Someya, and he was injured in a few blows, and just as Someya's knife was about to stab him, a person flashed in front of him, helping him block the fatal blow.

"Brother Beard, don't fight with him...."

"Mountain baby! Mountain baby! Little devil, I'll fight with you!"

The bearded man rushed forward again with a knife.

From time to time, there are sporadic gunshots and grenade explosions on the battlefield of white-knuckle combat.

Many soldiers of the county brigade will hold the devil and pull the grenade before they die, killing one is enough, killing two is profitable, with this mentality, the number of people on both sides is rapidly decreasing.

Yuanyuan, Yudi and others are also desperately killing devils, although they are all wearing colors, but they are still insisting on fighting, but they are more disciplined than the people of the Eighth Route Army County Brigade, forming a formation, and the defense is quite tight for a while.

The political commissar of the county brigade wore glasses and fought with the devil. It's just that his skills are much worse than those of a beard.

was beaten by the devil and retreated, and he was also wounded.

His own people around him were separated by devils, and he saw that the devil's bayonet was about to pierce his chest.

He had already seen the devil's hideous smile, but the devil's head suddenly bloomed with snowflakes.

The political commissar was stunned, not knowing why the devil's head was suddenly shot.

Before he could react, gunshots rang out one after another.

Many Eighth Route Army, who were on the verge of death, were pleasantly surprised to find that the devil in front of them was suddenly shot.

It was Zhou Min and others who shot.

In order to avoid accidental injury, they did not shoot the people who were glued together, but at the kind of devils who were standing alone and ready to kill.

As soon as Chen Yunzhang waved his hand, more than 30 people rushed to the battlefield.

The sudden addition of more than 30 of them turned the tide of the battle in an instant.

Although they had already fought to the death with the devil before, they marched here in a hurry. But their fighting power is still strong.

Zhou Min pulled out a pistol. The last bullets all hit the devil. Then he pulled out the three-edged thorn on his waist, and Chen Yunzhang went back to back and began to kill the devil.

Chen Dalu picked up the broadsword of the Eighth Route Army on the snow.

Like a humanoid killing weapon, he rushed into the melee team, stabbing left and right, and the devil had no power to parry under the powerful force.

Someya naturally noticed him and immediately rushed towards him.

As soon as Chen Dalu struck the split, he made Someya kneel on the ground. Then Chen Dalu, who weighed 70 pounds in one leg, kicked him in the chin, and the huge force made him directly tumble in the air for a week and a half before landing on the ground, and a few teeth flew out.

Then Chen Dalu picked up the big knife and slashed at him. At the critical moment, Someya rolled to the side to avoid the fatal blow, and although Chen Dalu did not hit his vital point, he cut off his right arm.

The pain was so intense that he let out a scream that was not human.

But the screams stopped abruptly.

Because Chen Dalu's next knife made him directly a headless corpse.

This bloody scene shocked the devils around them and made their hearts chill.

A ghost casually takes a step back and yells, then turns around and runs.

The other devils learned and ran along.

The political commissar of the county brigade, who was already wounded, raised his gun and shouted: "Comrades, kill the devil!"

The devil ran in front, and everyone chased behind, and at this time, he was not afraid of accidental injury, and those with bullets shot one after another.

The devil who ran desperately in front of him hated his parents for having two legs less, and if he ran with four legs at this time, he would definitely be able to escape!