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"It seems to be a cannonball~" Shao Zuo is also often fighting on the front line, but he still heard it.

Rumble!

The artillery shot was crooked, and it landed more than ten meters away from the tent of the headquarters.

"It's a mortar shell!" The sound of the explosion made Shao Zuo fully react, and he even judged that it was a mortar shell that exploded just now.

"Get out of the tent, Captain!"

Wang Liang, who was 1,000 meters away, held a telescope, looked at the missed shot, and gave a fist to Liu Rui, who was fiddling with the mortar.

"Liu Rui, you're fucking crooked, trim to the right, quick, don't let the old devil run away!"

Shout~

As soon as Shaozo helped Sakata out of the tent, a mortar shell landed at the feet of the two men.

With a frightened bang.

The two were blown to powder.

"Well done, well done, retreat." He scolded Liu Rui just now, but now after it is confirmed that Sakata was killed, Wang Liang suddenly smiled.

The center of a wing is the wing leader, and if the wing leader dies, the wing will lose its command center, and its combat effectiveness will naturally be greatly reduced.

In the night, the commandos who had completed the task began to retreat.

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"Battalion commander, the devil's attack seems to have slowed down, you see, they are starting to retreat!" A soldier happily pointed to the retreating charging troops and said to Zhang Dabiao.

The devil has been on the ground four or five times in a row, and it can be said that it is in danger.

But all of a sudden, the devil actually retreated, which is simply amazing.

"Nurse, it must be the regiment commander's side, blow the trumpet, brothers, beat these dogs with Lao Tzu!" Zhang Dabiao took off his hat, threw it on the ground, picked up the big knife, and then picked up the light machine gun and rushed forward.

Doodoo~Doodoo~Doodoo~

As soon as the horn of the charge sounded, in the face of the retreating devil soldiers, the fighting spirit of the soldiers naturally soared.

Either pick up a broadsword, or put a bayonet on a rifle, and follow in the footsteps of the battalion commander and kill him.

As a result, a comic scene appeared, in which the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army of 5 or 600 chased thousands of Japanese troops to attack, and the Japanese army seemed powerless.

The Devil Brigade, which was originally deployed on the left and right flanks, also lost its original role, and Sakata never thought that the Eighth Route Army would not break through from both sides, but directly attack from the front.

After the death of Wing Commander Sakata, the chief of staff of the wing, that is, Nakasa, was not able to stabilize the team at all.

In particular, the Eighth Route Army, which had already been unable to slow down, returned a counter-charge, which made the team even more chaotic.

For the position of staff officer, if you ask him to analyze and analyze the data and make suggestions, maybe he can analyze it very well.

But if he were to command a team, it would be a bit of a pitfall.

Talking on paper is the characteristic of the profession of staff officers.

"Kill!"

Poof!

Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da

The devil ran to the ground to lose his armor, and the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army chased after him.

Holding a gun and aiming at the fleeing devil is a burst of shooting.

There are even fighters who catch up with devils and stab them in the back.

Some of the devil soldiers really didn't have the strength anymore, so they stopped and planned to fight for their lives with the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army.

Once the morale thing comes up, even if you get slashed a dozen times, it can kill you.

Obviously, where Wang Liang is there, the morale is very strong.

The warriors were all like chickens, fighting desperately.

Zhang Dabiao, Shen Quan, Duan Peng, Yang Dali.

These four battalion commanders are like they are blocked, no one has a big knife in their hands, and they are competing to see who has killed more devils.

His mouth kept counting and counting.

"Five!"

"Seven!"

"Eleven!"

"Twelve!"

No one will spare anyone, you can kill one more than me, right, then Lao Tzu immediately rushed up and killed back.

The arms were stunned and unconscious, but the four guys still stiffened.

No one will say that the numbers are fake, they are all real.

In this era, in this innocent and bloody era, there is no such thing as deception.

Compared to the current guys who deal with the inspection of their superiors, it is simply a hundred and eight thousand miles behind.

The healthy competition among the battalion commanders even affected the company platoon and other units, and for a time the craze of fighting to kill devils was set off.

The devils sadly discovered that they had become the prey of others.

One of the slowest devil brigades was dumpled by the independent group.

A brigade of devils, nearly a thousand people.

It was unexpectedly dumped by the Eighth Route Army of more than 600 people.

This obviously sounds a bit funny.

But that's exactly what happened.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army formed a huge encirclement, about the size of a football field, and it was those unlucky devils in the circle.

The captain of the devil brigade is naturally a young man, and at this moment he is holding the unsheathed saber in his hand, looking at this group of crazy enemies, and cursing indistinctly in his mouth.

"A bunch of lunatics, a bunch of lunatic!"

Some of the devil recruits were directly frightened and squatted on the ground.

This group of enemies is bloodthirsty, this group of enemies is fierce, this group of enemies is not afraid of death, this group of enemies dares to die.

But why don't these hateful Japanese think about who turned these Chinese, who were supposed to be kind and simple working people, into this?

This is the best evaluation of the Japanese.

"!"

With Zhang Dabiao's shout, a thousand people and six hundred people were intertwined.

Although there are few people, they do not lose at all in terms of momentum.

Fierce war.

A tragic fight.

Later, Wang Liang also returned with 20 special combat personnel.

"Damn, with a gun, sick?" Wang Liang couldn't help but scold, grabbed a submachine gun and two pistols and joined the battle group.

Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang

Bang bang bang, bang, bang bang

Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da

"You don't follow the rules! Shoot in white-knuckle combat. ”

"We got all the bullets out before we could fight."

"You shameless China!"

Watching their companions fall under the guns of the Eighth Route Army one by one, the Japanese soldiers kept cursing.

It was the worst battle they had ever experienced.

The Eighth Route Army is terrible, and this Eighth Route Army team led by a man named Wang Liang is really terrible.

They don't follow the rules, they don't kill the enemy at all costs.

Some of the warrior's intestines were poked out and fell to the ground, but even so, he had to use his last bit of strength to pounce on the devil and bite the devil's throat with his teeth.

What is tragedy?

What is the spirit of the army?

This is the tragedy, this is the soul of the Chinese army!

With the use of guns, the efficiency of killing enemies has been gradually improved.

Although the devil also began to look for bullets that had retreated to the ground to reinstall them, it was too late.

Do they have the time?

They don't have a chance anymore.

(To be continued.) )