"Onward! Advance! The officers waved their command knives and began to run, and they also saw the tragic battle on the left flank, and at this time, there was no room for the slightest hesitation. The soldiers also tightened their grip on their bayonet guns and began to run forward, facing the grenadiers of the troops, the best way to do this was to move forward and entangle themselves with the enemy, or to retreat as quickly as possible away from the terrible killers......

"When you have finished shooting, take twenty steps back, hold your weapons tightly, check your bayonets, and prepare for battle." Liang Shuisheng also adjusted his tactics and gave orders loudly, except for the grenadiers who still threw grenades one after another on the enemy's path from time to time to kill and disrupt the opponent's offensive rhythm, all the soldiers who had finished shooting were quickly retreating in formation, and then pulled out the bayonet pinned to their waists and pinned it to the barrel of the gun.

The strange and hideous three-edged shape of the snow-bright bayonet is under the interplay of thunder and lightning, exuding a strange light, like the fangs of the prehistoric beast, eager to drink the blood of the prey...... When the first Dutch officer who had gone through a lot of hardships jumped onto the sandbag position with his command knife in his hand, it immediately aroused the enthusiastic cheers of the Dutch soldiers who were still trying to move forward, but in just a short moment, the brave Dutch officer did not even have time to unfold the smile on his face, and was viciously swept through his leg with a snowy sword, a cold light, reflecting the lightning in the sky, looking so demonic.

The Dutch officer's face turned to horror and then to pain, and having lost his left calf, he threw away his command knife and hugged the calf, which was gushing blood, and let out a terrible wail like a dying beast.

Then, with a crisp gunshot, a bullet drilled directly into his neck, almost breaking his thick and strong neck, and the broken flesh flew in all directions, the officer's head was folded back in a strange way, and his cat-like pupils shrank to the size of a needle's eye, and then gradually enlarged and spread, and the expression on his face was finally frozen in a trace of confusion and horror.

Liang Shuisheng looked coldly at the Dutch officer who had fallen under his knife and revolver, and slowly retreated to the soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion, who had been lined up in an anti-charge formation.

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"Soldiers, hold your guns tight, level your bayonets, and train for two hours a day in assassination, now you can take it as an instinct of yours.

In order to kill these white-skinned ghosts, for the prestige of our old Liang family! Wansheng! Liang Shuisheng looked coldly at the Dutch who were beginning to assemble on the breastwork, letting the rain hit his cheeks, and loudly announced a fact to the robes around him.

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! Victory !! "The 2,000 soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion leveled the bayonets in their hands, and the rain rushed as if to wash away the last vestiges of dust from the bayonets, so that they could pierce their robes and skin with great pleasure, and penetrate deep into the blood and muscles.

"Onward, for the Netherlands!" Seeing his comrades fall, Marbury's eyes were already red, the short firearms that had been fired in his hands had been discarded, and the only weapon in his hand was the sharp command knife, and as his command knife was swung down, the Dutch soldiers let out a roar of rage, rushed up the sandbag breastwork, and charged at the soldiers of the 1st Special Battalion of the opposing side.

Mei Acai was standing not far from Liang Shuisheng's side, the rain on his helmet was sliding down the edge of the helmet, but it couldn't block his vision, the bullets in the gun had been fired, and now his only weapon was the three-edged bayonet stuck in the barrel. Holding the gun in his hand tightly, Mei Acai tilted his head towards his comrade-in-arms Liang Pingshun, who was standing half a step by his side. "Brother, remember for a while, the two of us must not leave too far, the better we cooperate, the more we can kill more opponents."

"Well, don't worry, these Dutch white-skinned ghosts can't be our opponents." Liang Pingshun nodded and spat fiercely with rain. "The two of us are the second place in the assassination team of the first company of the special battalion, if we kill less in a while, it will be strange not to let those dogs talk about it as a joke."

"That's right, this is my old Liang family's soldier, not a fucking bastard!" A majestic voice appeared beside them accompanied by a strong and burly figure.

"Young Master?!" Liang Pingshun stared blankly at the figure that appeared beside him, and only shouted after a short moment.

Liang Pengfei laughed, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and slapped Liang Pingshun's steel helmet. "Don't talk nonsense, the enemy is coming. Brothers, we are pirates, we are the pirates of the Liang family's army, at sea, whether it is a storm, or the opponent's ships are strong, but they have all fallen at our feet without exception, and now, we will stand on land and continue to prove that the pirates of the old Liang family, no matter under any circumstances, will be invincible and invincible! Liang Pengfei raised a firearm loaded with a bayonet in his hand and shouted loudly. Now, get ready! ”

To his left and right, countless outrageous guards all poured up, with swords in one hand and revolvers in the other. A pair of blood-hungry, frenzied eyes scanned the enemy as they leaped over the sand wall in front of them.

At the moment when those Dutch soldiers had just jumped to the top of the sand wall, Liang Pengfei waved the war knife in his hand fiercely: "Kill them!" ”

"Kill!" The soldiers of the 2,000 Liang Family's Special First Battalion roared in unison, showed their bayonets, and took great strides, facing the fierce storm and slammed into the enemy.

Liang Pengfei held the bayonet in his hand and rushed forward with small fragments, he didn't need to guard against the enemies on both sides, because Monk Chen and Bai Shusheng would definitely level the enemy who dared to attack him from the side.

On the opposite side, the Dutch soldier Cafu had just jumped over the sand wall and jumped to the ground, stumbling under his feet because of the heavy rain, but he quickly stood firm, and when he had just adjusted the center of gravity of his body, leveled his spear and just took two steps forward, he saw a strong warrior rushing towards him, his dark eyes flashed like thunder and lightning, and his heavy footsteps splashed the rain in all directions. The snow-bright tip of the knife was under the interplay of thunder and lightning, and it was extraordinarily dazzling.

"For the Netherlands!" Kafu mustered up his courage and roared loudly, taking a few steps forward before stabbing his opponent in the chest. But at this time, the opponent's gun was slightly obliquely raised, and it happened to stop at the knife of his own bayonet, and slapped his full force into the air, and before Cafu even had time to retract his rushing steps, the other party's oblique bayonet sank down sharply, Cafu felt that the junction of his chest and abdomen seemed to let a mosquito bite, and then, something was withdrawn from his body, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

Cafu reluctantly lowered his head and widened his eyes to see what was happening to his body, but he saw only a fountain of blood, gushing outward, mixed with the rain that had fallen from the sky, lightening and lightening...... After Liang Pengfei pulled out his bayonet, he didn't look at the fallen opponent again, he had already met the next enemy, and the revolvers in the hands of his guards finally began to show their power in the heavy rain. Every now and then sparks sparked, causing one Dutchman after another to fall into the rain-soaked mud with disbelief and bewilderment.

Monk Chen's face full of flesh was as cold as iron, his strange power like a savage beast made his subordinates have no one at all, and every time the sword in his hand was exaggerated, it would cut the opponent into four with guns, and the Dutch soldiers howled and pounced on him, but they all turned into fallen corpses, and there were several wounds on his body that were grazed by bayonets, but the blood stains that soaked out were quickly melted away by the rain.

For such a scar, Monk Chen didn't care at all, but was more like a brown bear who had been stimulated by the wild surname, roaring wildly, waving the war knife with both hands, and the stirred knife slurry hit the rain like a bullet and bounced out of the surroundings, hitting the skin on the person.

The fifth Dutch soldier who rushed forward was cut in two by him, and the upper half of his body flew a few steps, and the hapless Dutchman struggled to open his mouth and arms, and bright red blood gushed out from his open mouth. His lower limbs, which had just stood in place, were now falling to the ground, twitching strangely, and stomping on ...... Even some Dutch soldiers who were not psychologically good enough to let go and fell directly on their weapons, their expressions and eyes looking so frightened and timid.

On the other side, Monk Chen did not have a war knife in his hand, he held a revolver in each hand, and the two revolvers in his hands were like a life-chasing sticker for Lord Yama, every time he pulled the trigger, it would emit a strange red light in this dim and noisy space, and there would be a Dutch soldier who fell on the muddy ground in disbelief with his wounds, and the soaked military uniform on his body was quickly mixed with mud and blood into a strange color.

The roars, gunshots, the clash of bayonets, and the screams and shouts of the temporary moment mingled under the thunder and lightning and heavy rain in the sky to form a terrible Shura hell.

For the fourth or fifth time, Liang Pengfei, who drew his bayonet from the enemy's chest and abdomen, and rushed forward, finally stopped in front of the chest wall made of sand. Wiping the blood from his face, there were no more Dutch soldiers behind the breastwork in front of him, only a close-up obscured by heavy rain, the craters blown by grenades, the corpses of the Dutchmen, and some of the wounded still struggling in the muddy water.

Liang Pengfei realized that he had penetrated the opponent's attack formation, he took a deep breath, and looked at the bloodstains that were being quickly washed away by the rain, and the three-edged bayonet that was overflowing with cold light, the corners of Liang Pengfei's mouth curved a pleasant arc. "This is the war I want."

(To be continued)