Chapter Seven: Man Jianghong (Seven Upper)

Gong Ziqiang is not a qualified battalion commander. He had little talent for command. However, he turned out to be a qualified Chinese soldier. At the last moment of his life, he blew up the devil's machine gun and the devil's squadron leader Takahashi Jiro, buying his own brothers a crucial few minutes.

The pressure faced by Zhang Songling and others suddenly decreased. Not only was there no more damn machine gun roaring in his ears, but there were also fewer ghost soldiers around. Although these little devils are deeply poisoned by the spirit of bushido, they are not willing to die under the heavy machine guns of their own side. They did not have the courage to blame their superiors for ordering the shooting, nor did they have the courage to salute the Chinese soldier who blew up the heavy machine gun, but they invariably slowed down their pace, lest they get too close to the Chinese soldier and become the target of their own heavy machine gun.

"Brothers, work hard, little devil!" Keenly sensing the changes in the surrounding situation, Zhang Songling opened his throat and shouted. The distance was too far for him to see who blew up the devil's heavy machine gun, but he would never dare to let this man's blood flow in vain. The big knife in his hand was raised high, and he slashed hard, slashing the nearest devil soldier and flying out upside down, spilling all over the ground.

"Brothers, work hard, little devil!" The only three remaining veterans of the special service regiment echoed in unison, protecting the two wings and behind Company Commander Xiao Zhang, not falling an inch. Each of them was covered with blood, half of it from the enemy, and half of it was their own. The broadswords in their hands had begun to become heavy, and the wounds on their bodies seemed to be poked with half a bayonet, burrowing into the bone marrow one by one. But the footsteps did not stop at all, at this moment, their lives have long been out of their own.

It was the other brothers who used their bodies to block the bullets for them. It was the other brothers who used their bodies to block the bayonets for them. It was the fallen brethren who gave them a chance to survive. They must work hard to fulfill the wishes of the deceased, break through the enemy's obstacles, rescue the brothers who have fallen into the encirclement of devils, and take them back to the Walnut Garden camp, where they will be nailed and more little devils will be crucified alive!

How deep has it been to storm into the encirclement? They don't know! How far is it from the trapped brethren? They don't know either! They only know that as long as they are alive, they must continue to fight without stopping. I only know that before I fall, I must continue to rush inward and break through all the obstacles in front of me, even if it is a sea of swords and fires.

"Bastard, give it to me, kill them, kill them! There are only four of them, only four of them! "The leader of the devil squadron, Kobayashi Jue, came out from behind his cronies, holding a command knife and scolding loudly." Are you all stupid pigs? What are your bayonets for? You guys, it's a shame to the Empire, give it to me, give it to me! ”

Under the coercion of the top boss, several devil squad leaders who were passive and slacking off had to reorganize manpower to intercept them. They are very slow, and try to arrange lower-level subordinates to lead the team, rather than rushing forward themselves. They organized their hands and peeked around with their eyes. lest when he was a little careless, Chief Kobayashi transferred the second heavy machine gun.

The two squads of devil soldiers pounced slowly with bayonets in their hands. The distance is far away, and it begins to pull the posture and divide it into echelons. Zhang Songling didn't know how to cooperate with the little devil, so he rushed forward with an arrow step, and his hand was up and down.

"Ahh A ghost soldier was slashed in the shoulder, his body split more than two feet deep, and he screamed and died. Another devil soldier jumped forward and backward with a bayonet, moving as nimble as a monkey. Zhang Songling swept over with a knife and forced the other party out three feet away. Then stride forward, not caring how the other person entertains himself.

"Yaga!" The devil soldier felt insulted, and rushed from behind Zhang Songling's side with a gun, heading straight for his waist. The brother in charge of the broken secret service team turned around suddenly, deflected the devil's bayonet, and then stabbed down again, unloading one of the opponent's thighs neatly along the crotch!

"Ahh The little devil covered the roots of his thighs with both hands, rolled in a pool of blood, and cursed. No one paid any attention to him, and the four-member group of the secret service group continued to shout and move forward, seeing people with a knife, and seeing animals with a knife. The devil soldiers scattered like frightened wild dogs, and shouted and pounced on them like mad wild dogs. Zhang Songling's big knife swept and broke the neck of a ghost soldier. Then he quickly got down and deflected a bayonet that was stabbed into his lower abdomen. The tip of the bayonet slid down against his thigh, slicing open his trousers, leaving a deep, long trail of blood. The veteran who stood on his left side pounced and cut off half of the little devil's head with a single sword.

The little devil who lost his head stumbled and ran three more steps, collapsed and died. Zhang Songling continued to rush forward, but his thigh suddenly trembled, and he almost fell on the corpse of the devil. He braced himself with a large knife and struggled to fall to the ground. The famous devil captain saw the bargain, and the bayonet went straight to his chest.

Zhang Songling abandoned the knife and took the initiative to fall and roll without any sense of honor. The devil captain chased him and stabbed him, and the knife did not leave his body. Three veterans of the special service group stepped forward to rescue, but were stopped by three other devil soldiers, who were so anxious that they shouted. Seeing that his company commander was about to die under the bayonet, suddenly, a black shadow not far away sprang up and went straight to the door of the devil commander.

"Bang dang!" The devil captain hurriedly lowered his head to dodge, and was hit by the black shadow on the steel helmet, shocking his eyes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Songling grabbed a rifle with a bayonet on the ground and stabbed it into the lower abdomen of the devil commander.

"Smack!" The black shadow that saved Zhang Songling's life at the critical moment landed, but it was a grenade that did not unscrew the lid. Shi Liangcai jumped out of the devil pile with the sound of a grenade on the ground, and his knife fell, cutting a ghost soldier who was trying to get close to Zhang Songling to take advantage of the waist into two.

"Kill the devil!" Wang Tiehan, the commander of the second battalion, Liao Wenhua, the commander of the first company, and more than a dozen familiar faces of Zhang Songling came out together, and the big knives surrounded the devil soldiers, and in an instant, all the devil soldiers around Zhang Songling were solved, leaving corpses everywhere.

"Don't fight, the torch rushes over there, and the machine gun position I arranged over there!" Zhang Songling struggled to stand up, holding the 38 guns he picked up, and shouted hello.

"Thank you, brother!" Wang Tiehan stretched out his hand to help him, then turned his head and shouted at all the brothers, "Rush to the firelight, our army is over there!" ”

"The big army is coming, rush!"

"Work hard, the big army is coming!" In the dark, I don't know how many people responded in unison. rushed through the gap between Zhang Songling and the others, supported each other, and went straight to the fires he had lit in advance.