Sangou also wanted to pinch the devil's neck, but the injured left shoulder made the left hand unable to use the strength and could not jam the devil's neck, and the devil was also extremely cruel, so at this time he actually wanted to take the bayonet on the three dogs.

Good guy, didn't this remind the three dogs, the three dogs went over with their right hands, held the handle of the bayonet, and pulled out the bayonet one by one, and when the person left the ground, he could naturally pull it out.

A stream of blood spurted out like a spring, spraying right on the devil's head and face, and the devil reflexively wiped his eyes with his hands, but he was also a thief, and at the same time immediately turned his body, afraid that Sangou's bayonet would stab him.

When the devil wiped the blood from his eyes and saw Sangou, he had no chance to live in this world anymore, because Sangou's bayonet tip had been inserted into his chest.

As soon as Sangou pulled out his bayonet, he was naturally going to stab the devil at the first time, although the moment he pulled it out, the pain was so great that he almost fainted.

But at this time, when life and death are at stake, take out the last mental and physical strength, and concentrate on the turning of the devil's body; It is also possible that the devil's body is also not working, the stomach has been stabbed, and the blood in the intestines and back has been flowing out.

Such a huge injury must have an impact on the devil, the devil is also a human being, not a machine made of steel, and it will also be affected by the huge trauma, so the body flipping is a lot slower.

Although Sangou's physical strength is also the end of the strong crossbow, he has the advantage of being in the upper position and having a knife in his hand, and at such a close distance, in such a short time, he stabbed the devil in the chest, and he was nine out of ten.

Due to the weakness of his hands, the three dogs saw that once the bayonet pierced the devil's chest, he immediately pushed his body to the bottom of the bayonet handle, and the devil's chest hurt, and immediately grabbed the bayonet with both hands at the first time, trying not to let the bayonet go deeper.

After all, it was the weight of a whole person's body, from top to bottom, and the bayonet slowly passed through the devil's already cut fingers under the weight of the three dogs' whole body, and slowly pierced the rib gap in the chest.

The fierce and brutal devil finally exuded a look of fear and despair in his eyes, and the eyes of the two watched together as the bayonet was slowly inserted, and when the tip of the knife pierced the lobe of the devil's lung, the devil's mouth began to cough and choke on blood foam.

The red blood bubbles, like bright red flowers, slowly bloomed at the corners of the devil's mouth, the devil's neck was no longer able to lift, his eyes could not see the bayonet, his eyes kept rolling white, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Sangou did not stop, and then used his body to push the nearly half-meter-long bayonet into the devil's chest little by little, and the sharp bayonet tip passed through the devil's chest, pierced and even penetrated the lung lobes, and then penetrated the back, and slowly nailed into the ground.

The devil's eyes continued to roll white, the muscles of his face were twisted deformally from the fear and great pain before death, the corners of his mouth were twitching, bleeding and saliva mixed with liquid, and finally began to choke, choking on the blood from the ruptured lungs.

The devil's body was also twitching for a while, the life force was gradually drained, and both hands no longer had the strength to hold the bayonet, one hand was weakly grasping the clothes of the three dogs, and the fingers of the other hand were also weakly picking at the ground.

Sangou kept looking at the scene before the devil died, without fright, without softness, without the pleasure and excitement of revenge, but more of a trembling fluke and deep sorrow.

After making sure that the devil had completely lost the strength and opportunity to resist, Sangou let go, tilted his body, and rolled softly beside the devil, unable to move.

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Thousands of people in the era of hot weapons, but they used cold weapons to kill the sun and the moon colorless, and the sky and the earth were dark. At this time, no matter how difficult it is, you have to hold on, you can't retreat, and if you retreat, the whole army will break and flee, and all the previous efforts will be abandoned.

In this way, the commanders on both sides understand that for the soldiers, if there is no retreat trumpet, they are like pawns crossing the river, and they cannot turn back, but can only move forward, even if they die in front.

If you want to turn around and escape, you will give up your undefended back to the enemy, waiting to be chased and killed; Second, even if you escape, you can't escape the guns of the Overseers.

At this time, any commander must be cold-blooded and ruthless to anyone, even if it is his most familiar comrade-in-arms and closest comrade-in-arms, if he dares to escape from the battle, he will be killed with a single shot, with tears, and he will be killed if he is buried afterwards.

At this time, to talk about mercy is to be cruel to more comrades-in-arms, once the army's heart is shaken and the whole line collapses, it will not be this one or a few deserters who will die, but more comrades-in-arms, and even the commander himself.

Discipline on the battlefield must be ironclad and non-negotiable, so that we can advance and retreat in unison and advance and retreat freely, and only then can we preserve the maximum number of lives and victories with the minimum sacrifice.

These disciplines are known to any soldier, and so are the soldiers of the devils, so they would rather die at the hands of the enemy than die at the guns of the overseers and be killed by their own people.

You may wonder why thousands of people have been fighting for so long, and there are no other troops to reinforce them? Reinforcements are there, and they are coming, but they can't catch up, why?

Because you have reinforcements, and the enemy also has them, everyone is fighting on the way to reinforcements, and the entire Luodian battlefield, and even the troops in the surrounding battlefields, are involved.

Some are reinforcing the war, some are blocking, and some are attacking, and the sound of guns and cannons and shouts of killing resounded in the sky, and the scale of the war is increasing uncontrollably, like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger.

Lao Hu of the third battalion sent all the people who could be sent, and all his guards, stretcher teams, etc., only left two signal soldiers and trumpeters around him, who needed to receive orders and issue orders and commands.

The war was so tight that people were restless, Lao Hu walked around, and several times wanted to rush up by himself, but he was hugged by the two signal soldiers and trumpeters around him.

Because there was an order from above, cadres at the level of battalion commanders were not allowed to go to the battlefield on the front line unless they had to, and when the deputy battalion commander left, he explained to these two soldiers that they must strictly guard Lao Hu and not let the belligerent Lao Hu go to the battlefield, otherwise, they will be asked.

This old Hu is in a hurry, watching his brothers fall on the battlefield and be killed by devils, of course, there are brothers who kill devils, this is not very eye-catching, mainly when he sees his own people falling, he is so distressed that he twitches.

Lao Hu took out a pistol and pointed it at the two henchmen like kraft candy, but it was still useless, people don't listen to your orders now, and they will be sentenced to death.

I'd rather be killed by the battalion commander with one shot than let the battalion commander go to the battlefield, Lao Hu's gun is also pointing, it is impossible to really shoot, and he can't do it.

In the end, there was really no choice, they were about to beg them with a sad face, and I just happened to see Lao Li leading a few people from the cooking squad to come, and while delivering food to the wounded soldiers who had been withdrawn, they came to ask for war.

Lao Hu was overjoyed, and immediately issued each of them a rifle, Lao Li Tou and their fellow men, holding a formal rifle, a good bayonet, each with two bright kitchen knives pinned to their waists, with the smell of green onions, into the battle group.