Yang Zongman was very frustrated, because the gunfire in front of him was fierce for a while, but he could not be on the position, but the brothers of the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment fought side by side.

This is also the first time that I realized that I am really old.

In the twilight years of the martyrs, their hearts are strong, although they have a heart bathed in blood on the battlefield, but the aging of the body is blocking their progress.

He even felt that the sorrow was even greater than the moment when the army brought the news of his son's death to his family.

Beside him were more than a dozen soldiers who were also old and weak, all of them gritted their teeth and followed Yang Zongman to rush forward, but their heavy footsteps could not support their determination to be fierce and eager to stab the sharp knife at the devil.

The gunfire in front of them has stopped, and they don't know if their brothers are all dead, or if they have annihilated the devils over there, no matter what, the battle ahead is over.

But they still didn't stop, dragging their heavy steps towards the target.

If all their comrades are dead, they will not hesitate to launch a decisive charge, if the devils are dead, they will also enjoy the joy of victory with their brothers, old age and exhaustion will slow down their pace, but absolutely cannot stop them from rushing to the battlefield.

"Stop!"

Yang Zongman, who was running ahead, suddenly stopped and clenched his fists fiercely.

A dozen soldiers immediately stopped, and the sound of violent gasps filled their ears, but it was still not difficult to hear the sound of hurried footsteps approaching this direction from behind the corner, and the sound of chattering and chattering.

Devil!

The eyes of more than a dozen soldiers widened in unison, and in the next second, the corners of everyone's mouths showed a hideous sneer.

They thought they were a step too late, but now it seems that everything is just right.

"Get on the bayonet and get ready for battle!"

Yang Zongman gestured fiercely, judging from the footsteps, the number of devils on the opposite side was about the same as them, and he decided to use a white-knuckle battle to solve this wave of Japanese troops who broke out of the encirclement.

It's not that he doesn't like ambushes, it's that time doesn't allow them to set up an ambush circle, and in a few tens of seconds at most, the Japanese army will rush around the corner.

Moreover, the quality of the Japanese army's individual soldiers is too strong, and he is not sure that he will have an advantage in the case of similar numbers, even if it is a sneak attack, and white-knuckle combat, as long as everyone around him is enough not to be afraid of death, he will take advantage of it somewhat.

"Those damn pigs!"

"Lu Yuan, the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment, the army of the Great Japanese Empire, is not over with you......"

On the other side of the corner, more than a dozen devil soldiers covered in blood and embarrassed were gritting their teeth and cursing angrily, while the two little short legs kept flying, desperately escaping, thinking about the bloody battle just now, thinking about the position garrisoned by the imperial army known for its combat quality, in front of the independent regiment of the Sichuan Army, it was like chopsticks poking tofu through and collapsing, and everyone felt a chill.

The unparalleled will to fight and the determination to never give up until they were killed were the reasons for their chills.

If they could, these Japanese soldiers probably never wanted to encounter the Sichuan Army Independent Regiment again, but when they thought of so many familiar comrades-in-arms being brutally slaughtered, they couldn't help but start to be angry, and they frantically wanted to avenge the dead.

"Don't talk, save your energy, get out of here quickly!"

Nakamura roared, he just wanted to get out of here quickly and get in touch with the military headquarters as soon as possible, otherwise, the dozen or so of them would always be in danger.

In the battle just now, although countless Imperial soldiers showed superhuman courage and determination, there is no doubt that it was still a fiasco, which was a great shame for Nakamura, or for every commander of the Imperial Army!

Because, it is unimaginable that the noble and powerful imperial army was completely defeated or even completely annihilated by the Chinese army when the number of people was about the same!

Perhaps these fiascos disturbed his mind, or perhaps because he was so focused on escaping that he forgot to send scouts at the front of the group, and did not lay down the men behind him, he just wanted to escape to safety as soon as possible.

There was a corner in front of him, and Nakamura was thinking, hoping that after the corner, he could find a place to hide, so that the exhausted soldiers and himself could rest for a while.

"Kill ......"

But at this moment, a dozen soldiers suddenly pounced from behind the corner, roaring like wild beasts with bared teeth, screaming and pounced, and the bright bayonets were dyed with a cold blood color in the setting sun.

"Eight Grids of Tooth Road, Attack ......"

Nakamura's eyes are cracking; Immediately commanded the soldiers to counterattack, but unfortunately the other party appeared too suddenly, and before he could finish the order to attack and form a formation, the other party had already crashed into their array, and two or three puppet soldiers who were too tired to react were instantly stabbed!

The moment the battle broke out on this side, someone heard movement in the direction of the position.

"Over there, there was a battle over there, it must be Uncle Yang!" The cow pimple screamed.

"Three miles ahead, a few people come with me, and the rest of the people clean up the battlefield, hurry up!"

Lu Yuan roared angrily, and galloped out in the lead, the survivors of the three companies have now decreased one by one, and he doesn't want to see Yang Zongman also die by his side.

"Kill them all, and don't let them go!"

Yang Zongman roared violently, and the whole person was advancing rapidly with the bayonet he stabbed, and all the strength, including the weight of his body, was completely integrated into the bayonet, and smashed into a Japanese soldier in front of him.

In the violent collision, the entire rifle of the Japanese soldier who was hurriedly meeting was snorted aside, and with the bayonet cutting out the cold blade, with the fierce pounce, a long crack appeared on the Japanese soldier's body in an instant, and the blood poured out, and then fell.

"Kill!"

All the soldiers were howling like crazy, and they vented all their frustration about not being able to fight with their comrades on these Japanese soldiers, and with unparalleled courage and determination, they crashed into the group of devils who were hurriedly resisting, and stabbed the devils one by one, or were stabbed and killed by the devils.

The sudden battle entered the most tragic stage from the very beginning, with the collision of swords and guns, heart-rending screams or shouts, and instantly soaring into the sky......

After paying two soldiers to be stabbed to death and a few soldiers were injured, there were only three or four devils left in an instant, and the rest were also assassinated by more than a dozen soldiers, and they were about to be killed!