In fact, at this time, there were less than 100 Japanese soldiers still alive on this main battlefield.

And the 700 big knife team led by Wang Changhai has at least more than 300, more than 3 to 1 ratio, and victory is already in sight.

As long as those who have carefully observed the battlefield and look at the blue military uniforms with white strips of cloth wrapped around their arms are far more than the Japanese troops in khaki yellow, they will know that this battle is won.

As long as they were given another half an hour, they would be able to completely annihilate this Japanese army.

The moonlight mirror is like water, illuminating the position more and more clearly, and Liu Lang's huge body is more conspicuous.

And what is even more conspicuous is his record, every time he pounces, a Japanese soldier will inevitably fall under his sword.

"Kill!" The morale of the Chinese soldiers around Liu Lang was getting higher and higher, and the roar was like thunder.

Emotions are contagious, because of extreme exhaustion, the battlefield has not become particularly intense because of the "kill!" that continues to spread to the entire battlefield. And it became intense again.

The Japanese defense line was naturally even more precarious, and they retreated one after another.

Standing on the highland main formation, Aoki Shaosa, who had just pulled out the command knife from the body of a Chinese lieutenant, had red eyes and roared angrily, "Kill the chicken!" Driving the few remaining Japanese soldiers around him, they rushed to the tide with rifles, and the dark blue military uniforms wielding broadswords counterattacked.

Although angry at the heavy casualties of his men, the captain of the Japanese infantry group actually knew the fate of himself and his command.

In this battle, there are already ten deaths.

At this time, he had actually scolded his immediate boss no less than hundreds of times in his heart. Baga's, isn't this an obvious "pit teammate"?

The people of China are playing night attacks, and the artillery can't help, so they don't even send reinforcements?

Also, was that bastard from Yaga who said that the soldiers of China were not good at white-knuckle combat? As for the proficiency of the broadswords in the hands of these Chinese soldiers, it is obviously professionally trained, is it good?

The most important thing is that the soldiers with broadswords will cooperate with each other! In teams of two, a big knife is swept from the bottom to the top, blocking the bayonet that stabs them fiercely, and the other knife takes advantage of the momentum and slashes over, what can you do with Baga? Take the belly block or use the head to resist?

This Aoki Shaozo naturally didn't know that the Northwest Army's famous "Eight Swords for Breaking the Blade" was personally designed by Ma Fengtu, a master of national arts, and its every move and style was clean and neat, and the knife could hit the enemy's vital point, which was specially compiled for the characteristics of the Japanese infantry who were good at stabbing.

Good knife skills are important, but more important is training.

As a matter of fact, the Northwest Army's strict selection and training ensured the sturdy physique of its officers and men, and the Northwest Army's tradition was to train for splitting knives, bayonets, and boxing from 4:30 p.m. to 6 p.m. every day. The 29th Army, which was formed on the basis of the former Northwest Army, inherited this tradition very well.

Those who can go to this battlefield are at least officers and soldiers who have trained in sword skills for more than a year. It can be said that this is one of the strongest armies in white-knuckle warfare in China at present.

If it weren't for the fact that the Japanese army's bayonet skills were indeed the best in Asia, and even ranked among the top few in the world, they would never have survived until now.

Of course, it's useless to scold anyone and complain about anyone now, the matter has come to this point, and the only thing the Japanese army Shaozo can do is to kill the enemy with all his might, and be loyal to their majesty with death!

Just thinking like this, Aoki Miaoichi, who was already ready to die fifty meters away, heard He Datou's shout, "The group is here", and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Unlike Taro Kojima, a lieutenant from an aristocratic background, Miichi Aoki is a bitter boy from the slums, and he climbed to his current position by his own efforts.

Naturally, he also did not have the opportunity and conditions to learn Chinese.

To be able to understand the word "regimental seat" is also thanks to the fact that he took a statistical training course for officers before coming to China.

As for the parts that you don't understand, it doesn't matter anymore.

Because, the moment he followed the prestige, he saw Wang Changhai surrounded by a group of soldiers, although he couldn't see his rank.

But looking at this formation, the Japanese soldier Shao Zuo, who was once born in a bitter haha, thought that he knew in the back seat that it must be the supreme commander of these Chinese soldiers in front of him!

The reason was simple, the Chinese lieutenant officer he had just killed was only guarded by one soldier, and that one had at least twenty black shadows around him.

Although they were not standing close, as an incomparably experienced infantry lieutenant, he immediately judged that those black shadows were protecting that person.

Miichi Aoki immediately made a decision: kill the Chinese commander.

He wanted to let enough Chinese officers be martyred for himself, so that he could show his martial prowess, even if it was to Amaterasu!

At the sound of an order, the remaining more than 20 Japanese criminals around them rose up one after another, even regardless of the casualties, even if they were about to be cut by a big knife in the next second, they had to poke an opponent to death with a bayonet.

As the saying goes: the horizontal is afraid of being stunned, and the horizontal is afraid of dying.

The Japanese army's desperate efforts made the Chinese officers and soldiers, who had completely gained the upper hand, a little unbearable.

Before the war, the members of the broadsword team who had drunk "Zhuangxing wine" in front of their own positions never thought that they would come back alive, under the influence of alcohol and blood, they did not hesitate to die and be injured, and if you poke my brain to death, I will chop you up.

The exchange of wounds for injuries and death for death frightened the Japanese soldiers who were already caught off guard.

It was under such circumstances that the Broadsword team gradually gained the upper hand.

But now, it has been replaced by the Japanese army to fight the trapped beasts.

There is no need to fill in with their lives, as long as they are given enough time, none of these devils can escape, and they have found that the Chinese soldiers who can win the victory and do not have to die are a little more desperate than before.

It's not about being brave or not, it's about real human nature, and everyone should think so.

Therefore, for a while, the formation of the Chinese side fighting bravely was broken out of a gap by the Japanese army, which had suffered more than a dozen casualties in a row.

The team with this Aoki Miaoichi Shaoza as the arrow advanced at high speed in the direction of Wang Changhai, who was dozens of meters away.

Lao Wang's combat experience was naturally extremely rich, and he noticed the situation here for the first time. But he didn't panic at all, slowly wrapped the strip of cloth on the handle of the knife to the palm of his hand, clenched the ring-headed knife in his hand, and cracked his mouth:

"Brothers, someone wants to ask for my old king's head, what should I do?"

"Fuck it." He Datou raised the knife in his hand and strode forward with a roar.

The soldiers around Wang Changhai wanted to pull out the shell gun, but they reluctantly found that in the field of vision, in addition to the earthy yellow, there were also many dark blues, and the shuttle swept out, and there were more dark blues that fell.

Comrades, they can die at the hands of the enemy, but if they fall under their own hands, not to mention that the commander will not let them go, even they themselves cannot forgive themselves.

The broadsword is still the best weapon at the moment.

However, before they were ready to engage the enemy, a wide figure was already standing on the road led by the Japanese army Shaozo.

And beside him, one figure after another surrounded him, forming a triangular formation with him as the arrow.

Under the moonlight, the three-star bar on Liu Lang's collar badge shone brightly, and a silver star on the two golden bottom lines on the Japanese Shaozo collar badge also entered Liu Lang's eyes.