Unlike Yan Zhi's Nepalese scimitar, the soldiers' scimitars are slightly longer and have a slightly reduced arc, which makes them easier to use. These knives were made day and night by a dozen of the best blacksmiths in Huizhou City, with good steel mouths and very sharp.

"Kill!"

The Chinese soldier slammed his bayonet and sprinted towards the belly of the lapped-legged Japanese soldier. Major Yan said that when a bayonet pierces the enemy's lower abdomen, it is the least likely to be stuck.

Yan Zhi shook his head, he could see that his soldiers would be defeated, so he explained to the other soldiers: "Wang Xiaoxiang used too much force, which caused the lower plate to be unstable, and his supporting legs were too straight to fall hard, fortunately there was no bayonet on the devil's gun." ”

"Smack!"

The Japanese soldier with his arms was strong, and he easily blocked Wang Xiaoxiang's Zhongzheng rifle with a 38 cover without a bayonet, and the gun in his hand was pushed forward and smashed heavily on Wang Xiaoxiang's lower abdomen.

"Ahh

The Chinese soldiers exclaimed in unison, they were both worried about Wang Xiaoxiang and amazed at the little devil's bayonet skill. Unexpectedly, this little dog day devil looked useless, but his strength was not small, and he easily pushed away Wang Xiaoxiang's gun.

The Japanese soldier saw Wang Xiaoxiang squatting down with his little belly, so he violently withdrew his gun, grabbed the gun head of the 38 big cover with his backhand, and smashed it on the head of Wang Xiaoxiang who was squatting on the ground when the wheel was round.

Judging from the gloomy and murderous face of the baby fat major, Luo Quanleg was afraid that the imperial team was going to be wiped out today.

From the moment the Chinese soldiers surrounded the pond, all the Japanese soldiers could feel that although the Chinese soldiers did not shoot immediately, they could conclude from their hideous faces that the Chinese had no intention of taking prisoners.

So Luo Huan Leg wants to be able to pull a cushion before he dies.

Just when it was half of the turn of the 38 big cover in the hands of the Japanese soldier in Luo Quanleg, the Wang Ba box in Yan Zhi's hand rang, biting Luo Quanleg's left arm bloodied, letting out a miserable scream, shaking and falling to the ground.

Yan Zhi scolded with a gloomy face: "Wang Xiaoxiang, look at your cowardice, stand up for me, and you are not poked in the stomach by a bayonet, you are holding your stomach and squatting like a fucking chicken egg, if this is on the battlefield, you have to hang up with nine lives." ”

Yan Zhi knew that the gap in combat effectiveness between the Chinese soldiers and the Japanese devils was not only reflected in the weapons, training, and bloodiness of the two sides, but also an important factor was the degree of cruelty.

Japanese soldiers can be so cruel that they raise bayonets against women, children and babies, but most Chinese soldiers, you can't stab an unarmed devil to death.

The Chinese people are too kind,

This is the biggest gap between the military personnel of the two countries.

Victory is won by soldiers fighting to the death, and by no means by influencing the other side. is soft-hearted in front of devils, undoubtedly a farmer and a snake.

Wang Xiaoxiang stood up.

"Picked him."

Yan Zhi pointed to Luo Quan's legs, and said to Wang Xiaoxiang with a gloomy face, "If you don't turn yourself into a demon king who kills devils, in the future, you will sooner or later become a ghost under the devil's gun." ”

Wang Xiaoxiang was a little hesitant to hold the gun. The devil in front of him has been injured, even if the arm is not disabled in the future, it will not be able to recover its flexibility before the injury, the gunshot wound is a blur of flesh and blood, and it is still bleeding blood, staining half of his body, his face is sallow, and his whole body is trembling because of pain, which makes people feel pitiful when they look at it.

Compassion is shared by everyone.

Although many comrades-in-arms fell under the devil's gun before, at this time, Chief Yan asked Wang Xiaoxiang to pick the devil in front of him who had lost his combat power, and he was still a little unable to do it.

Wang Xiaoxiang took the bayonet, took a few steps forward, gritted his teeth, and slowly pushed the tip of the bayonet to the chest of the leg squatting on the ground.

"Xiaoxiang ......"

Xu Zheyou couldn't help but exclaim. He couldn't stand it anymore. In his Xu Zheyou's prisoner dictionary, he only treats prisoners preferentially, and does not kill prisoners.

Although he was born and grew up under the red flag since he was a child, Yan Zhi still secretly scolded Xu Zheyou: "It's really Tuba...... Bumpkin. ”

Looking at the pleading in Luo Quan's eyes, Wang Xiaoxiang really couldn't do it.

"Sir!"

Wang Xiaoxiang turned his head to look at Yan Zhi, "I'll do it, or I'll change my brother ......"

"Xiaoxiang ......"

"Oops......"

"Devil ...... of the dog day"

"Xiaoxiang pay attention to ......"

Before Wang Xiaoxiang finished speaking, he heard the cries of the brothers around him, some reminding him, and some scolding the little devils.

Wang Xiaoxiang knew that it was not good, he just turned his face and wanted to stab forward with the gun, but he felt that the head of the gun sank, and then loosened again, and the middle bayonet had been removed by Luo Quan's other hand, and the knife light flickered, and it had reached his lower abdomen, which made him regret his whole life, but he no longer had any ability to dodge.

"Smack!"

The Wang Ba box in Yan Zhi's hand rang out again, and green smoke came from the muzzle of the gun.

"Ahh

"Phew!"

Luo Huan's other hand hung down softly, and the bayonet that had reached Wang Xiaoxiang's lower abdomen also fell to the ground.

"Little devil, I'm your grandmother......" Wang Xiaoxiang bent down to pick up the Zhongzheng bayonet and plunged it into Luo Quan's throat.

"You're just the dog you can't feed......"

Wang Xiaoxiang twisted the handle of the knife viciously, and a large amount of plasma spurted out from the blood groove that exposed the bayonet behind the neck of Luo Quan's leg.

All the Chinese soldiers let out a long sigh of relief and put their beating hearts back into the distance.

All the Japanese soldiers showed pity on their faces.

Yan Zhi's eyes were like knives, and he cut Xu Zheyou fiercely.

Xu Zheyou's face was ashamed, if it weren't for Chief Yan, he would regret it for life.

Wang Xiaoxiang slowly pulled out the bayonet, picked up a Japanese military cap, wiped the blood stains on the bayonet, and said viciously: "Brothers, send me a little devil again, I want to dig out the devil's heart and see if it is black or red." ”

Xu Zheyou stretched out his hand and pulled out the Nepalese scimitar, gritted his teeth and said, "Brothers, send me one too." ”

"What kind of morality do you talk about with the little devils, they invade our territory and kill my compatriots, how can they ever talk about morality?" Yan Zhi saw that the bloodiness of the soldiers was completely stimulated, he stood up and clapped his hands, "When friends come, we will have good wine and good food to entertain them, and when the enemy comes, we will send them to Hades with knives and guns." Kindness cannot influence poisonous snakes and beasts. ”

The soldiers are full of murderous intentions, turning the woods into a killing battlefield, using all kinds of cold weapons to constantly wash away the little devils who resist cunningly.

The water in the pond turned all bloody, all around him were the stumps and broken arms of the devils, the internal organs were messy, and the wailing resounded throughout the woods, and Wu Zhonghua who was looking upstairs a mile away could only plug his ears, and now, he finally understood why Major Yan sent him to clean up the devils in the watchtower.

An hour later, the soldiers were completely red-eyed, and under Yan Zhi's passionate speech, one by one they were like demons, with hideous and terrifying faces, and they stabbed all the more than 50 devils with all kinds of killing, and then cut off the left ear of each dead corpse and threw it in a basket.

Looking at the group of cold-blooded killers he had cultivated in front of him, Yan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, with these killing gods, in the tragic hand-to-hand battle a few months later, the Chinese soldiers could shed a lot less blood.

Yan Zhi stood up: "Brothers, let's go taste the devil's food, eat and drink enough, sleep well, let's get up and catch big fish again." ”