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Cut off a head with a knife?

That's possible, but it's unrealistic to cut several in a row.

But judging by the sharpness of the knife and the force required to cut off a head, it is unrealistic.

What does a real fight look like?

You come and go.

When you make a move, I'll quickly block and fight back.

The devil soldiers fell miserably under the broadswords of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Look at Wang Liang, his submachine gun didn't know where to throw it after running out of bullets, and the two pistols were not enough to make, and the spare magazine was also exhausted.

The only weapon in his hand now is a broadsword.

I don't know where this knife was picked up, but one thing is certain that it belonged to the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army who died in this incident.

The broadsword has been curled, cutting off countless guns of devils and hacking countless devils to death.

"Come on, little devil, come, my name is Wang Liang, aren't you trying to kill me? Come on! Your emperor just made Lao Tzu crippled, don't you want to take revenge? ”

"Don't be cowardly! it! ”

Wang Liang taunted the devil soldiers who stood in front of him in Japanese.

"Ahh

The bloody nature of the devil was immediately stimulated by Wang Liang, and he shouted and killed Wang Liang.

Of course, it's just a second.

Wang Liang's stabbing skills have been perfected.

The devil who rushed towards Wang Liang made no new moves, holding his rifle with a bayonet and about to stab at it.

Wang Liang dodged flexibly with a dodge, and then slashed at the devil's back.

The devil fell to the ground.

Then there is the touch-up.

Puff~Puff~Puff.....

Four or five slashes in the head, the devil didn't move.

Wang Liang was splashed with blood, and the scene was very bloody.

The devil who was originally made to fight hard by Wang Liang's words suddenly wilted and retreated again.

Wang Liang didn't care so much, he rushed forward with a big knife.

Cut you down.

At this moment, Wei Dayong and Monk Wei are cheerful.

It's been a long time since I've played white-knuckle combat.

His hands were already tickling.

took out the spear he had already prepared, and began his career as a sugar gourd.

It is said that one inch is long and one inch is strong, Wei Dayong's spear is five meters long, the head of the spear is seven inches long, and it weighs four taels.

Its square edges are as flat as buckwheat, and the front is sharp, which is used to penetrate the thorns.

The biggest headache for the devil soldiers is that they can't get close to this Chinese soldier at all.

At a distance of four or five meters, it was killed.

Wei Dayong saw the three devils rushing towards him in a column, so he threw the spear in his hand hard.

The three devils suddenly became one.

When the other devils saw that Wei Dayong's spear was out of their hands, they felt that the opportunity had finally come, so they rushed forward in a swarm.

They naively thought that Wei Dayong could be so ferocious, completely by virtue of that spear, and Wei Dayong, who had lost the spear, was not so powerful.

"Up, give it to me, kill him! Kill this soldier! A devil lieutenant pointed his saber at Wei Dayong and shouted to the soldiers beside him.

Naturally, the soldiers did not hesitate and rushed forward.

Although the lieutenant was apprehensive, he rushed forward when he saw that there were so many soldiers in front of him.

Wei Dayong smiled coldly.

An arrow stepped forward, grabbed a ghost soldier and fell to the ground.

You can't feel this power without tasting it yourself.

This hapless devil soldier died in an instant.

Anyway, there is blood flowing out of the nose, mouth, eyes, and ears.

Immediately followed by the devil lieutenant, he brandished his saber and slashed at Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong didn't dodge or dodge, and directly pushed up with his own arm.

The lieutenant's smile became more and more hideous, and he could even imagine the scene of this soldier having his arm cut off and blood spraying.

The lieutenant was very confident in the sharpness of his saber.

But "Bell! The sound made his smile freeze.

It was Wei Dayong who was laughing this time, and before the lieutenant could react, he was kicked out by Wei Dayong with ten percent of his strength.

That kick was enough to kick him to death.

I don't know, Wei Dayong forged two steel bracers and put them on his arms, which are sharp weapons.

Ou Xiang, Liu Rui and other cadres were not idle, holding big knives to kill left and right, and everywhere they went was also miserable.

This is Pan Zhixiong's first real fight, the last time he attacked Jindong City, he only killed devils with a gun from a distance.

Although I was a little nervous, I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child.

A pair of three does not necessarily fall behind.

Especially after killing those two devils and vomiting blood when he saw it, he became even more courageous.

Sometimes the rhythm of a battle is driven by one or two people.

And the rhythm of this battle was firmly in the hands of the fighters of the Separate Regiment.

The devil was already in a rout, and fled in a hurry.

Those who don't have time to run or run slowly can only become ghosts under the knife.

After a night of fighting, it wasn't until five o'clock the next day that everyone really saw the scene clearly.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and a place the size of a football field was littered with corpses.

This is the result of last night's night.

The living sat and rested, exhausted.

The warriors searched for the living in twos and threes, and they were brought out and bandaged as soon as possible.

It wasn't until the sun had risen that the battlefield was cleaned.

"Regiment commander, the results are out, we sacrificed 312 soldiers, and a total of more than 2,300 enemies were annihilated. One officer of the Sakata Wing was killed, four were killed, and three were ......."

"Let's bury the bodies of the martyrs." Wang Liang waved his hand and signaled Xing Zhenguo not to talk about it anymore, the results of the battle were not so important at this time.

Wang Liang was distressed by the more than 300 brothers who sacrificed.

They are all good, and they don't have a bad seed.

"Yes." Xing Zhenguo was also extremely choked.

It was also the most tragic battle he had ever experienced in his military career.

Faced with an enemy several times their size, 800 men fought against 4,000 well-equipped men, and they actually crushed the enemy alive.

Wang Liang did it, the independent regiment did it, and the Chinese soldiers did it.

Finally, at 10:10 p.m., the martyr's grave was dug up.

There were no flowers, no tombstones, no military medals, just a wooden plank that could not be simpler.

It reads the Tomb of the Fallen Martyrs of the Independent Regiment of the 129th Division of the Eighth Route Army, September 3, 1938.

The surviving warriors stood in two rows, quietly watching the massive tomb and sending off their brothers who had fought side by side for the last time.......

Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and the white iron is innocently cast.

(To be continued.) )