The infantry charged, the light machine guns followed me, and the brothers of the security regiment charged! ”

Li Hong shouted at the soldiers around him, he changed into a bullet chain, and held the MG-34 machine gun all the way forward.

The soldiers of the first battalion took up their weapons, jumped out of the bunkers and fortifications, and collectively besieged the little devil's position.

"Da Da Da!"

"Tubu!"

The machine gun crew of the security regiment in front of them rushed violently, and the infantry in the back picked up their broadswords, frequently crossed the trench, and quickly pursued the devils in front.

The devil's troops suffered heavy casualties from the continuous bombardment, and the remaining hundreds of little devils were dizzy, they fumbled for weapons on the ground, and hurriedly picked up guns and fired.

Li Hong avoided the corpse of the devil at his feet, held the machine gun in both hands, and sometimes shot in a kneeling position, sometimes in a lying position.

"Ahh......h

As soon as the little devil picked up his weapon, a machine gun bullet swept over, and the devil's body trembled, and he fell to the ground in twos and threes.

"Poof, poof......"

Suddenly, several stray bullets flew in, one bullet grazed Li Hong's left arm, and another bullet hit him in the abdomen.

Fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof tactical vest, and the bullet did not penetrate his body, but only stuck in the bulletproof baffle.

"Fuck it!"

Li Hong scolded angrily, his arm trembled in pain, and he put down the machine gun in his hand.

"Brothers, rush up and chop these little devils for Lao Tzu!"

Li Honghu roared, then stretched out his right hand, pulled out the killing knife behind the guard, and rushed into the devil's position first.

"Security Corps, kill—"

The soldiers of the security regiment in the back raised the big knife in their hands, and the killing sound shook the sky, and the momentum was like a wolf pack, and they rushed towards the little devil with great momentum.

"Imperial soldiers, the time has come to be loyal to the emperor, show your courage and fight with the Chinese soldiers!"

The captain of the devil wing, Mishima Langhei, shouted loudly to the devil soldiers.

The remaining two or three hundred devil soldiers did not hesitate to fight with bayonets, and they immediately took out their bright bayonets from behind their waists and put them on the heads of their spears.

"We fought with the Chinese soldiers, and we would rather die than be prisoners!!"

The devil soldiers cheered each other up, and then, picking up their rifles with bayonets, they fearlessly rushed towards the security regiment soldiers.

Soon, five or six hundred people from both sides fought together in close quarters and started a tragic white-knuckle battle.

The metal cold weapons collided together, making a "sonorous" and crisp sound.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Ahh

The shouts of killing, screams, continued to sound.

Li Hong was carrying a killing knife, his body was murderous, his momentum was like a desperate beast, he frequently brandished the big knife, ruthlessly slashing the little devils around him.

More than a dozen little devils fell under his knife one after another, and the surface of the knife was covered with the blood of the enemy.

Li Hong slashed at the devil's big Zuo, his bravery was unstoppable, and every little devil who fought with him couldn't dodge the second knife and would be in a different place.

On the way to slash, the ground was full of stumps and severed arms of devils, as well as bloody watermelon heads.

The two sides fought and strangled together, and the soldiers spared no effort to kill each other with various stabbing skills.

The cold sword light flickered on the position, the blood plasma on the body of the victim was spilled out, and the soldiers on both sides were killed and wounded on the ground on the ground.

The white-knuckle battle lasted for a few minutes, and there were more and more corpses of the little devils on the ground, and the devil soldiers were surrounded by the soldiers of the security regiment and hacked to death.

"Ahh......h

Mishima Langhei brandished his command knife and easily slashed and killed the two security group soldiers, with a cruel smile on his face.

"Chinese soldiers, your army is as vulnerable as your stabbing skills,!"

Mishima Langhei looked at the corpse of the security regiment soldier on the ground and said arrogantly.

When he was in the army school, he learned martial arts and various cold weapon stabbing skills, in addition, Mishima Langhei also knew some first-class sword skills.

A knife flow is a kind of exquisite swordsmanship that is highly respected in the little devil samurai, this school of swordsmanship, usually practice the use of bamboo knives, the main point of the attack is to pay attention to "cut off", if you replace it with a real knife, the practitioner can easily split the person's head.

Li Hong saw that Mishima Langhei was not ashamed to speak there, holding the killing knife in both hands, and without saying a word, he suddenly rushed forward and made a move to "slash with a knife".

The sword flashed, and I saw that the sharp blade slashed down from Mishima Langhei's head.

Mishima Langhei is worthy of being a master of martial arts assassination, his reaction is very agile, he hurriedly turned his body sideways, and instinctively raised the command knife in his hand to block his side.

He knew that the knife was powerful, and Li Hong's knife was very domineering, so Mishima Langhei didn't dare to block the knife above his head at all.

"Sonorous!"

Two steel knives are intertwined.

The killing knife was intact, and the command knife in Mishima Langhei's hand was broken.

Mishima Langhei was reluctant to catch the knife, and his body stumbled and fell back several meters.

"It turned out to be a slashing ......"

Mishima Langhei looked at the command knife that was broken in two, and looked at Li Hong with a look of consternation.

If it weren't for Mishima Langhei raising his knife to block it just now, otherwise, his head would have been split into two rotten watermelons by the killing knife.

Li Hong looked at the devil Dazuo opposite, and said with a cold smile: "Little devil, the swordsmanship of the three-legged cat is still pretending to be B, if you want to talk about the art of swords, China is the ancestor of your little ghost, your ancestor and I, I will teach you to play with knives today!" ”

"Yaga, arrogant fellow!" Mishima Langping glanced at the domineering killing knife in Li Hong's hand and asked, "What kind of knife do you have in your hand?" ”

"Little devil, listen up, the knife in the ancestor's hand is called the Killing Knife, a knife dedicated to killing your little devils, see if Lao Tzu doesn't chop off your head!"

"Chinese gentlemen, kill!"

Li Hong roared violently, lifted the killing knife and rushed forward.

"Yikes!"

Mishima Langhei was not timid, he held the command knife in both hands and fought with Li Hong.

"Jingle Bell!"

Li Hong used the knife technique of the big knife team and the Qi family's knife technique, his knife technique was simple and rude, fast and ruthless, and there was no useless tricks.

Mishima Langhei couldn't parry Li Hong's knife attack at all, he resisted with difficulty, and was forced to retreat.

"Click"

A cold knife light fell, and one of Mishima Langping's arms was cut off by Li Hong and flew out.

"Ahh

Mishima Langping's broken arm was bleeding wildly, clenching his teeth in pain, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Before he could stand on his feet, another sword flashed towards his neck.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, Mishima Langhei's eyes protruded, his face was hideous and terrifying, and there was a red knife mark on his neck.

"Good, Knife, Law ......"

After speaking, a pillar of blood burst on Mishima Langping's neck, and a large amount of blood splattered, and then, his body weakened and slowly knelt on the ground.

Li Hong's eyes showed a fierce light, looked at the devil Dazuo who was kneeling in front of him, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm with disdain.

(End of chapter)