At the door of the Sixing warehouse, the soldiers who rushed to the door first looked at the pitch-black gate with some apprehension, it was this pitch-black gate that devoured the lives of more than 10,000 Japanese soldiers, but it was like an invincible black hole, and he was still not satisfied.

The Japanese now call the Shixing Warehouse the Tengu Warehouse, and those who get close to the warehouse will be devoured by the Tengu, and even some Japanese superstitious officers have begun to pray for their Amaterasu to save them.

"Ishida-kun, shall we rush!" A thin Japanese soldier with a weapon, leaning against the pitted wall, whispered to another Japanese soldier next to him who looked slightly older.

The Japanese soldier looked around, and most of them were already leaning against the walls of the warehouse waiting for the next attack.

"Kojima-kun, there's something wrong with the Tengu warehouse, we'll rush in a little slower!"

The Japanese soldiers are very nervous now, they don't know what kind of moths they want to do here, the firepower of the warehouse is less than half, and there are only more than 20 Japanese soldiers who fell on the way to charge just now, and most of them are still injured, which is really too easy.

More and more Japanese soldiers rushed to the position at the door of the Sixing warehouse, ready to enter the Sixing warehouse, a Japanese officer was shot in the arm, covered his arm, and squinted: "Attack!" ”

After hearing the order, the Japanese who were by the wall rushed into the warehouse in an orderly manner, and at the same time, more than a dozen grenades fell on the second floor of the warehouse and landed at the feet of the following Japanese.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, and the follow-up Japanese, including two people named Kojima and Ishida, who had not yet entered the door, were hit by grenades, and a group of people fell.

The Japanese who rushed into the building did not meet the queue of their predecessors and were shot, but there were still two machine-gun positions facing the windows and the main gate, and the rest of the place was very empty, and there were no Chinese defenders in sight.

"Brothers, the devil is coming! Kill the devil! ”

Zheng Shijue roared, and the defenders on the first floor were all able to stand up from the ground and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who entered the door.

Among the charging people, there was one person who was very special, he had no hands, his legs were still there, and two grenades were tied to his shoulders, and he did not hesitate to rush to the place where the Japanese were most dense.

The Japanese soldier saw a Chinese soldier rushing over, not holding a weapon, but still raising a gun to shoot, the wounded soldier was shot twice, and then he stubbornly withstood the impact of the bullet and kept himself from falling.

When the wounded soldier rushed into the crowd of Japanese, he pulled the safety of the grenade with his mouth and staggered to the ground.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two explosions sounded, and the soldier was gone, and the Japanese soldiers beside him also fell, about twenty of them.

There were also wounded soldiers who changed into Japanese military uniforms and lay in the middle of the pile of corpses, waiting for the Japanese to approach, holding pistols or grenades in their hands, waiting for the Japanese to approach.

"Boom!"

Another explosion was heard inside the building, and a wounded soldier pulled a grenade, taking four Japanese soldiers with him.

The Japanese soldiers who entered the building were crazy, although they did not encounter a powerful firepower network, but they were blocked by the Chinese army, and they were completely life for life, and they did not care about anything else.

"Devil, devil, this group of people are devils!" The Japanese soldiers saw a Chinese soldier on the ground suddenly stand up and rush into their crowd with a grenade.

The soldier looked at the Chinese soldier with one arm not far away holding a pistol, even if he was shot five or six times, he was still constantly pulling the class, and his feet couldn't help but take a few steps back, a little bit back, his eyes were full of fear.

"Come on, little devil!"

After Zheng Shijue hacked three Japanese soldiers to death with his only remaining hand, the broadsword that was originally full of gaps has now been completely broken, and only half of it remains, but none of the Japanese around him dared to move forward, not only that, but slowly retreated.

"Come on, devil, grandpa is here!"

Zheng Shijue shouted again and pointed at the retreating Japanese with a half-cut broadsword, but at this time, a Japanese soldier suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot at Zheng Shijue.

The bullet hit Camp Commander Zheng in the abdomen, Zheng Shijue only frowned slightly, his body shook slightly, still maintaining his upright body, and continued to yell: "Come on!" ”

Although the Japanese soldiers didn't know what Zheng Shijue was yelling at, they were frightened by his momentum, and the Japanese soldiers who fired the guns looked at Zheng Shijue, who was shot, and didn't do anything at all, yelling at them, step by step, staggering, retreating, and finally touching the corpse on the ground and falling to the ground.

The Japanese soldier immediately went crazy and crawled backwards with his hands and feet.

Now there was an eerie calm in the Sixing warehouse, the machine gunners had emptied the last chain of bullets and were busy replacing them, and the Japanese soldiers were in a state of dilemma.

In front of the Japanese is a group of remnants, but this is this group of people, and now the Japanese do not have any confidence to defeat them, this group of people is like being blown down by the wind at any time, but this group of people is like a tumbler, and it is impossible to defeat them.

After the battlefield showed an eerie silence, a series of gunfire suddenly rang out, and the machine gunners, who had changed their ammunition, aimed their guns at the densest part of the crowd.

The sound of gunfire broke the eerie calm, and one Japanese fell down one after another, causing the Japanese soldiers, who had just been about to give it a go, to chaos once again after seeing their comrades killed.

"Kill!"

Zheng Shijue roared again, and walked forward step by step with a firm pace, his pace was very steady, step by step, and slowly walked towards the Japanese soldiers in front, one person facing dozens of Japanese soldiers, no guns, only a broken broadsword.

But that's it, every time Zheng Shijue took a step forward, the Japanese soldiers took a step back, one step, one step, and finally this group of Japanese turned around and escaped from the Sixing warehouse like crazy.

"Youkai, youkai, the people in the warehouse are all monsters that can't be killed!"

A Japanese soldier who had been scared stupid ran out of the warehouse, the weapon had been lost, and he fell to the ground without running two steps, and the picture of Zheng Shijue walking towards him in one step kept coming to his mind in his mind, and he even saw Zheng Shijue suddenly become a giant, and the broken knife in his hand was also infinitely magnified, and it was slashed at their necks.

The Japanese retreated, more than 700 people attacked the Sixing warehouse, and there were only more than 30 defenders on the first floor, repelling this wave of Japanese attacks, it sounds unbelievable, but they did it.

The Japanese were afraid, and the five-day attack in a row had already cast a shadow in the hearts of the Japanese, and now more Japanese soldiers were reluctant to approach the Sixing warehouse, and often shot dozens of meters away, and only more than 100 people really rushed in, and some of these more than 100 people were taken away by the suicide attacks of the wounded soldiers who did not want to die, and the rest was the group of Japanese soldiers who were frightened.

In the warehouse, Zheng Shijue looked at the retreating Japanese soldiers, until all the Japanese soldiers had withdrawn, they couldn't hold it anymore, and fell directly backwards, falling heavily on the ground.

"Battalion commander!"

Several soldiers beside him immediately rushed to Zheng Shijue's side: "Battalion commander! ”

Zheng Shijue grinned, kicked in a big gulp, stared at the roof, let go of the big knife, and slowly turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him: "Xiao Zhou, have all the devils withdrawn?" ”

"Well, withdraw, battalion commander, I'll bandage your wound!" Zhou Heidan limped to Zheng Shijue's side, took out a piece of cloth cut out of a Japanese military uniform from his pocket and handed it over.

"Uh-huh! I'll get two grenades later! ”

"Sir!"

Zhou Heidan looked at the battalion commander, he knew what his battalion commander was going to do, he lowered his head, and was unwilling to take out the grenade.

Zheng Shijue used simple gauze to bandage the wound, and looked up at Zhou Heidan: "Why are you stunned, bring me the grenade!" ”

Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander and shook his head firmly: "Battalion commander, the devil is handed over to us to kill, you can just treat the wound here with peace of mind!" ”

"it!" Zheng Shijue slapped Zhou Heidan's head hard, touched the wound, and after gasping, he looked at Zhou Heidan: "Lao Tzu is like this, can he still be saved?" The devils are here, just change the two devils, go find me two grenades! ”

"I don't!"

"Believe it or not, I broke you!"

Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander, wiped his tears, and turned his head stubbornly: "You just killed me, and I won't give it to you!" ”

"You don't give it to me, do you?" Zheng Shijue said as he stretched out his hand, grabbed the corpse of a Japanese soldier and pulled it in front of him, and reached out to pull down the grenade on his waist.

But due to the excessive range of movements, the expression on the whole person's face was a little distorted, and after Zhou Heidan saw it, he immediately stretched out his hand: "Sir, just lie down and don't move, the wound is bleeding again!" ”

"Zhou Heidan, your wings are stiff, right, you either give me a grenade, or I will bleed to death now!"

After hearing Zheng Shijue's words, Zhou Heidan cried, took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it over, Zheng Shijue showed a smile on his face: "That's right, don't cry, manly man, death is not terrible, it's a pity that your kid didn't leave, by the way, you kid still has a few grenades hidden in his arms, take them out and divide me into two, I'm afraid I won't be able to kill a few devils if I blow up!" ”

"Sir, it's gone, just one!"

Zheng Shijue stared at Zhou Heidan: "Just one!" I've seen them all! ”

Zhou Heidan took out another one: "Sir, it's gone!" ”

"Also, you kid has a grenade hidden in it, and you should be a gold ingot!"

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