Although this fat devil soldier is fierce and reacts quickly, Zhao Zilong is more ruthless and faster than him.

Before he could pick up the bayonet, the nameless treasure knife that Zhao Zilong, whose eyes were shining with cold light, had already held in his left hand, swung forward and cut the throat of this fat devil soldier.

The fat devil soldier's eyes suddenly burst out, and he suddenly dropped his big cover, and his hands covered his throat spurting blood.

The blood splattered onto Zhao Zilong's military uniform, steel helmet and face.

Before the fat devil soldier could fall, a second devil soldier with a gas mask on his face rushed after him.

Immediately after, several more devil soldiers wearing gas masks jumped into the trenches one after another.

Zhao Zilong didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, and immediately waved his double knife.

When Zhao Zilong faced the enemy, Wang Zhong and everyone also took up arms to meet them.

Suddenly, in this chilly air, in the fog-filled position, there was a constant sound of wood and iron tools hitting and bumping against each other, mixed with the sound of sharp objects piercing into the human body and making heavy screams from the human body......

Zhao Zilong's eyes were slightly red, he clenched his double knives and rushed directly into the group of devils.

Because of his speed, quick reflexes, and skillful fighting skills.

Therefore, none of the devils who rushed into the position were his enemies.

Zhao Zilong waved the two half-broken war knives and used various ways to slash, slash, stab, and stab the devils, and the enemy either cut the neck or the body, or cut the throat and stabbed into the stomach.

"Oops!"

After killing seven or eight devil soldiers in a row, Zhao Zilong suddenly heard Wen Bin's screams of pain from behind.

Zhao Zilong's face changed suddenly, and then he realized that he was rushing too fast, Wen Bin and Zhang Hu couldn't keep up, so he quickly turned around and looked.

I saw Wen Bin lying in the trench, and a devil soldier was screaming, holding up the bayonet on the 38 big cover and about to stab him.

Zhao Zilong's pupils shrank, and he didn't think about why Zhang Hu was not by the other party's side, he immediately threw the Guan Sun Six Knife in his right hand at once.

The sword flashed.

Guan Sun's six knives were instantly inserted into the back of the devil soldier.

The devil's body shook, and then he pounced and fell on Wen Bin's body, and the bayonet on the 38 big cover was stuck in the mud next to Wen Bin.

Wen Bin originally closed his eyes tightly and looked desperate, but he suddenly felt that he was being suppressed, and he was almost out of breath.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was startled when he saw that he was being pressed by the devil soldiers, and a bright bayonet was stuck next to his face.

Zhao Zilong ran over with an arrow step.

At this time, two devil soldiers with red bayonets rushed from his side.

When the two devil soldiers wearing gas masks saw that Zhao Jinglong was alone, and that he was only holding a broken knife in his left hand, they immediately let out a hideous laugh.

The sound came from the gas mask, and the sound of the urn was very angry, very much like the devil was screaming.

The two devil soldiers glanced at each other, and immediately on the left and right, they raised the bayonets that were still dripping with blood on the 38 big covers, and stabbed Zhao Zilong in the abdomen.

It's fast and accurate.

It seems that the two of them must be skilled in cooperation.

They had just killed four national-army soldiers in this way.

Although fighting with bayonets is a one-man battle, these two devil soldiers did not talk about the samurai spirit like other companions, fighting alone, but cooperated together to deal with a national army.

They used this trick and tried it again and again.

Now, when they saw Zhao Zilong alone holding a broken knife that was one meter shorter than their 38 big cover, they seemed to see Zhao Zilong, who was pierced through his body with two bayonets by them, blood spurted out, and he looked in pain.

However, they were wrong, because they encountered the strongest assassin, Zhao Zilong.

The two devil soldiers had a flash in front of their eyes, and Zhao Zilong had disappeared in place.

When they woke up, they saw that Zhao Zilong had already come to the devil on the right.

This devil soldier suddenly screamed in fright, and hurriedly drew his gun to meet the battle.

However, before he could take back the 38 big cover, his neck had been grabbed by Zhao Zilong's left hand, and then pinched.

The devil soldier heard a clicking sound in his throat.

Then, the gas poured into his lungs from the outside, as if they were about to burst, and he threw down his rifle with weak hands.

At this time, another devil soldier roared through the gas mask and stabbed Zhao Zilong in the back with a bayonet.

When he was stunned by the shot just now, he saw Zhao Zilong pinching his companion's throat and fighting, so he immediately seized this opportunity.

A spear is sent, a bayonet is inserted.

With a plop, the bright red bayonet hanging on the lid of the 38 big lid stabbed into the body at once.

The devil soldier was immediately happy, but when he saw it clearly, he saw that the bayonet was inserted into the body of his companion.

Blood gushed from his companion's stomach, and his throat was constantly spurting red blood.

This devil soldier, whose throat was broken and pierced his stomach, had not completely lost his breath, and when he saw his companion stabbing himself with a bayonet, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked incredulous.

Zhao Zilong took advantage of the fact that the devil soldier on the left had not yet drawn his bayonet, his body turned around instantly, and he rushed over in one step, his hand raising and falling.

The nameless knife swung fiercely from the opponent's neck.

Because he used half of his strength, this knife almost cut off the devil's throat and almost cut off his neck.

There was a plop, and at this time, the devil soldier on the right who had his throat crushed fell forward, and the devil soldier on the left, who almost broke his neck, also fell forward.

The two devil corpses actually collided together, and then supported each other, half-kneeling on the ground.

It's as if two people are hugging each other and crying, regretting something.

Zhao Zilong didn't even glance at the corpses of these two devils, he rushed to Wen Bin's side in a few steps, and kicked away the corpse of the devil who was pressed on Wen Bin.

Pulling Wen Bin up from the ground, Zhao Zilong took out the box cannon from his backpack, handed it to the other party, and said, "Will it be used?" Follow me, the devil is coming, shoot. ”

Wen Bin was wearing a gas mask, and his breathing was not smooth, and it was difficult to speak, so he just nodded.

Zhao Zilong immediately turned around and rushed towards a devil soldier in the distance who was pressing a national army.

Wen Bing immediately held the box cannon in his right hand and a 38 cover in his left hand, following closely behind.

Zhao Zilong came behind the devil soldier and suddenly kicked the opponent to the ground, and the nationalist soldier with a towel tied to his face immediately rushed over to make up for it.

At this time, a light breeze blew, which blew the fog a little, and the visible area on the position was a little larger.

Under the leadership of Wang Zhong, the soldiers who fought hard killed the first batch of devil soldiers who rushed in, but those who remained were very tenacious, and they still charged forward with bayonets completely regardless of life and death.

And when everyone was about to annihilate the remaining enemy, there were bursts of hurried footsteps on the edge of the trench again, and the second group of devil soldiers had already attacked.