In order to end this nightmare and this war as soon as possible, these little devils are becoming more and more ruthless.

Especially after their captain joined the battle in person, these little devils were like chickens, and they fought harder.

One stab and one stroke, almost all of them are killing moves, only attacking but not defending to fight and kill.

Originally, such tactical moves were generally used only when the disadvantaged side was forced to do so.

However, in order to explain the battle as soon as possible, these little devils used it unusually.

Not to mention, after using this seven-wound fist-like tactic, they immediately achieved immediate results.

At this point in the battle, the 304th Regiment can be said to be completely surrounded by little devils.

At this moment, the encirclement is still further shrinking, although the officers and soldiers of the 304th Regiment are still fighting desperately with all their might, but the situation has not improved.

Of course, it can't be said that it is useless at all, at least when the little devils narrowed the encirclement, they also paid a terrible price.

The casualties of the little devils are still not smaller than those of the 304th Regiment.

But there are a lot of little devils, and they can play.

At this moment, they are going to use the tactics of the sea of people and fight the 304th Regiment to the death.

"It's not the way to go on like this!"

The commander of the 304th regiment, Zhao Shanchuan, and the commander of the new regiment thought of this almost at the same time.

However, when I think about it, even if both of them have the courage to be unsuitable, but in the face of this little devil who is pouring in like a sea of people, they can only sigh and be helpless.

But they don't give up, and they never want to.

Giving up, or surrendering, has never been their way of doing things.

Fight to the end, rather die than give in, this is their style of acting!

At this moment, the battle situation was extremely unfavorable for them, and they still did not despair.

They are holding on, they are waiting, waiting for reinforcements to arrive!

"Brothers, hold on to Lao Tzu, and the division will send reinforcements soon!"

After Zhao Shanchuan slashed a little devil lieutenant to death with a knife, he raised the saber in his hand that was still dripping blood and raised his arms and shouted.

Hearing this suddenly, the morale of the officers and soldiers of the 304th Regiment was suddenly greatly boosted, as if they had taken stimulants, as if they suddenly had inexhaustible strength in their bodies.

In this short moment, the encirclement was forcibly expanded.

At this moment, Yang Yun's face was already covered with blood, I don't know if it was his own, or the little devil, or both.

After these ten minutes of fighting, the little devil who died tragically under his hands is no longer known.

I have to say that the general knife in his hand that was seized from Caochang Chen has is of excellent quality, and he has been fighting with the little devil for so long, and he has only slightly rolled a little blade, if it is replaced by an ordinary broadsword, I am afraid that it will be completely unusable long ago.

"Poof!"

Another swing of the knife, a little devil was slashed by Yang Yun again, and this time, he finally had no ability to fight again, his body slowly fell soft, and the Type 38 rifle in his hand also fell to the ground.

Because Yang Yun did not wear an officer's uniform, or even a military uniform, he was completely dressed as a migrant worker.

Yes, these little devils didn't care too much about him at all, so there weren't too many little devils besieging him, and at most they were only three or four.

Therefore, in this battle, the pressure on him has not been too much.

Even many company commanders and even battalion commanders of the 304th Regiment were taken care of more than Yang Yun.

And the contempt of the little devils also made them pay a painful price, dealing with three or four little devils, although it was not as simple as chopping melons and vegetables for Yang Yun, it was definitely not too difficult.

In the face of the little devil's general style of play, which is like adding fuel to the tactics, he is becoming more and more courageous.

Even though the blood from the little devil's wound splashed on his face, he didn't dodge, but stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth.

This scene also made them tremble in the eyes of these little devils.

This Chinese soldier is not a human being, he is simply a devil, a devil from the Nine Hells.

But even if these little devils realized Yang Yun's power and terror, as warriors of the Great Japanese Empire, they all had their own pride, so that even if they faced a powerful enemy, they would not take a step back or even half a step.

As a result, these little devils who tried to challenge Yang Yun's authority and defeat him all died tragically under his butcher's knife.

However, even if he killed dozens of little devils by himself, Yang Yun did not have the slightest joy in his heart.

Just now, when he glanced back, he happened to see an officer and soldier of the 304th Regiment tragically dying at the hands of the little devil.

His death was tragic.

Fighting three little devils alone, after killing one little devil, he himself was also stabbed by another little devil.

However, with his tenacious will, he fought hard to end up seriously injured, and once again used the method of exchanging injuries for his life, and used his lower abdomen to suffer a knife from the little devil, but the bayonet in his hand stabbed the little devil in the throat.

The blood splattered from the little devil's throat and immediately sprayed him in the face.

And at this moment, the bayonet of the third little devil also pierced him in the chest.

One knife was not enough, and the little devil immediately drew his bayonet and stabbed the officer and soldier in the chest again.

"Yours! Dead, dead, dead! ”

The death of his companion made the little devil's face full of hideousness.

However, because he already thought that he had won the victory, the little devil's face returned to the joy of the victor.

The little devil is like this, the death of his companion may affect their mood, but it is only for a moment.

The next moment, they will forget all about it and remember only their exploits.

They don't care what their companions pay for their victory, they only care that the victory belongs to them.

Selfish, brutal and unkind, this is the little devil.

But the next moment, the smile on the little devil's face suddenly froze, because Yang Yun, who couldn't bear it anymore, directly gave up the opponent in front of him and swung his knife to kill this side.

How terrifying Yang Yun is, this little devil may not have understood.

But from the momentum emanating from him, this little devil knew that he would definitely not be Yang Yun's opponent.

He thought about avoiding the edge for a while, but it was too late.

Just when he wanted to draw his knife and escape, the officer and soldier of the 304th Regiment directly grabbed the bayonet that the little devil stabbed into his chest with his own hands.

At this time, the officer and soldier glanced back at Yang Yun.

There was no pain on his face, only a vague smile.

Because he knew that since Yang Yun had rushed over, he would definitely avenge him.

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(End of chapter)