The Japanese army charged in a dense formation, the machine gunner charged in front with a light machine gun, and the Japanese soldiers who charged down to the ground to cover the shooting, the charging Japanese soldiers also charged while shooting, and even the grenadier hand also put a bullet and carried the grenadier to move forward.

The Japanese troops in front fell, and those behind continued to rush forward, never taking life and death to heart.

Li Shiqing, the company commander of the second company of the first battalion, was shooting at the enemy with a shell gun, and at the same time shouted loudly to the soldiers: "Comrades, you must not withdraw from the position, fight, you must not let the little devils rush into the position, fight-"

Suddenly, a stray bullet flew in, Li Shiqing was shot in the head, and immediately fainted in a pool of blood. When the correspondent saw it, he hurriedly bent down and bandaged the wound of the company commander, and after bandaging the wound and touching the major artery in the neck of the company commander, there was no beating at all.

The correspondent shouted loudly: "Company commander...... Captain...... The company commander died. ”

When the soldiers heard that the company commander had died, they were extremely sad and indignant, and shouted loudly: "Avenge the company commander!" "Hit the little devil hard!" "Defend your position to the death!" "Fight with the little devils." More bravely and tenaciously fight with Xiao Changzi, and defend the position under his feet with his own life.

Liu Zhiyuan, who commanded the battle on the roof of Dong Guzhuang, had already seen the hard battle in the small cemetery, and was so anxious that he clenched his fists vigorously and kept moving his feet on the roof. He knew in his heart that this cemetery was the commanding heights outside Dong Guzhuang Village, and once the small cemetery was lost, this Dong Guzhuang would be difficult to defend, which would affect the entire battle situation.

As for the second battalion, it is guarding Dong Guzhuang, and it is inconvenient to move. The third battalion is just west of the village, a little farther away, if the third battalion goes up, the situation on the battlefield will change rapidly, and I am afraid that the cemetery will be lost long ago.

Han Xingzheng said solemnly to Zhang Xiaosan: "Company Commander Zhang, you still have the punishment on your back now, are you willing to make the merit for the crime and get rid of the punishment." ”

"Of course I do!" Zhang Xiaosan said firmly.

"Then you immediately ask Commander Liu to support the battle in the cemetery!"

"This ...... This...... This ......" Zhang Xiaosan said with some hesitation and some indecisiveness, "But my mission is to protect your safety?" ”

"Supporting the graveyard battle, that is, protecting my safety. If the graveyard is lost, my safety will not be protected. Han Xing said something logical, which made Zhang Xiaosan a little incomprehensible.

"This, this, this, this ......" Zhang Xiaosan still couldn't make up his mind.

Wu Xiaoming was smarter than him, and pointed to Zhang Xiaosan and said, "Commander Han is saying that the cemetery is in urgent need of support, and there are no other troops to send." We only need to go up two platoons and support the cemetery, Commander Han has saved it, and the cemetery has also been saved. If something goes wrong, I'll take the account for you. ”

Zhang Xiaosan understood it now, slapped his thigh and said, "Okay, let's make another mistake." He ran to Liu Zhiyuan and said, "Report to Regiment Commander Liu, the guard company has asked to send 2 platoons to support the cemetery battle, please approve it!" ”

This is really sending charcoal in the snow and picking up fish in the dry land, Liu Zhiyuan is not willing! But this is Han Xing's guard company, which is to protect Han Xing. Besides, Zhang Xiaosan had already made a mistake once, and he was carrying a punishment on his back, so he rashly attacked again, and he made a second mistake......

Liu Zhiyuan really couldn't make up his mind, and was looking into Han Xing's eyes, meaning, what should I do?

Han Xing said: "Commander Liu, the cemetery can't be saved, is Dong Guzhuang still good to keep?" Dong Guzhuang is lost, is my safety still guaranteed? The devils have all entered Dongguzhuang and occupied a bridgehead, what should Guanxian do? ”

Liu Zhiyuan also understood these words, and said to Zhang Xiaosan: "Okay, you go, Commander Han and me." If I pursue your mistakes again, I'll take the cylinder. ”

Han Xing also said: "I will also bear it." ”

Zhang Xiaosan shouted happily: "Yes!" Immediately lead the first platoon and the second platoon to support the cemetery battle, leaving the third platoon to continue to protect Han Xing.

Through the traffic trench, Zhang Xiaosan led the first and second platoons to the cemetery, the cemetery had been mostly occupied by the Japanese army, and there were only twenty or thirty people left in the two companies of the entire first battalion, making the last hard support.

Li Dazhong brandished his machete and rushed to the front. A Japanese soldier shot at him, and with a "horn" sound, a cloth flower rose on Li Dazhong's chest, and Li Dazhong trembled.

Just when the Japanese army was secretly happy and glad that he hit one, a miracle appeared. Although Li Dazhong shuddered for a moment, there was no blood flowing from his chest, only to see this Chinese ** roar, and the cold light flashed, and the machete was chopped down.

It's not good, is this a human or a ghost, he was shot in the body, and he didn't bleed, and he was invulnerable, this ...... This...... Before he could think too much, the glaring sword had already been chopped down. A head flew into the air, and the blood in the cavity fluttered, splashed upward, spraying Li Dazhong's face, and then his body was crooked, and the devil fell.

Li Dazhong also scolded: "This Wu Xiaoming, what's the matter, isn't this a trick for Lao Tzu, why don't you shoot!" You have to count on my heart glasses. ”

The second devil came to him again, and when the little devil saw that there was a big knife coming, he also retreated with a bullet, and shouted at Li Dazhong: "Haha, our Japanese Imperial Army, we are going to use force to speak, I want to kill you, a Chinese big sword soldier." ”

Li Dazhong also scolded: "Fight it, fight it, I don't understand what you are squeaking." Damn you, I'll grass your mother-"

The devil stabbed him with a bayonet, and Li Dazhong slashed the knife and blocked the knife. The little devil saw that it was not good, drew back the bayonet, and with a "ah-" sound, he stabbed a second time.

Li Dazhong picked up the knife one by one, and passed the second knife.

The little devil came with a third bayonet, and he was also checked back by Li Dazhong. Li Dazhong was a little annoyed and scolded: "Your sword skills are too unlevel, let's take a look at Chinese martial arts." This is broad and profound, and I will also train you for free to let you see and understand. ”

Li Dazhong used a machete to force the little devil's bayonet, and his feet were not honest. When you pull out your legs, you kick the little devil, one here, one there.

At this moment, the little devil was surprised. When the devil fights the bayonet, he stands firmly on his legs, gathers all the strength of his body into his hands, and then gathers it on the bayonet. The legs also play a supporting role.

And when Li Dazhong casts the knife, he only uses one leg as the main one, supporting the body, and the other leg can be freed up, turning into an iron rod from time to time, and he will draw it when he has the opportunity.

His bayonet has been entangled in a machete by Li Dazhong, and he only has the power to parry, but he has no ability to fight back, and his body is miserable, and he is about to be kicked hard by Li Dazhong's iron leg.

Li Dazhong was also a little annoyed, and shouted: "I don't play with you, at your level, it's not worth accepting a student." "I pinned the devil's bayonet with my machete, supported my body with my left leg, and kicked my right leg at the left leg of the little devil.

I used a little more force, and I kicked the little devil's bones with one kick.

Hearing only the sound of "Ge Bang", the little devil only felt a pain in his heart, and with a sound of "ouch-", his body was crooked, and the gun was almost thrown away.

After another knife down, the little devil only felt that his head did not seem to be his own, and rose to the sky, but the body did not rise with the head, but fell to the ground, and the blood did not flow in the veins, but became a free and unrestrained state, and the soul was like turning into a bird, slowly flying and flying, flying towards his hometown.

Wu Xiaoming is another characteristic when he is impacted, on the one hand, he observes Li Dazhong, this Li Dazhong is a bit second, that is, he patronizes and kills devils, regardless of his own life. If any devil dares to plot against Li Dazhong, he will give him a shot. The second task is to open up your own front.

As long as it is within his own front, he doesn't care when the soldiers are fighting with the devils. But as soon as the fighters were mortally threatened, he struck.

That is to shine on the head of the little devil, and the "horn" is a shot.

Therefore, under his protection, quite a few fighters survived, which also made his platoon suffer the least casualties in the battle.

However, there was still a little devil, who didn't look at his eyes, and saw Wu Xiaoming hiding behind, thinking that it was a soft persimmon that was easy to pinch, and came up with a bayonet.

He roared loudly, meaning to say, "Why do you keep hiding behind your back and shooting our black guns, your soldiers are not the ones who are not the ones who have a bad conscience?" ”

Wu Xiaoming generally doesn't cause trouble, but since the matter has found his head, of course he is not afraid of things. Wu Xiaoming went up with a bayonet and rifle.

There is a saying that one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, and the devil's Type 38 rifle is a lot longer than the bayonet on the assault rifle. So this little devil is fearless, and stabbed at Wu Xiaoming again and again, "Kill!" Kill! Kill! "It's really knife after knife, fast and ruthless.

If it were someone else, he might have hung up a long time ago, but what did Wu Xiaoming do, he had been practicing martial arts for many years, that is, he was quick with his eyes, hands, legs and feet, Wu Xiaoming was holding an assault rifle, dodging left and right, and he was also shocked into a cold sweat.

Wu Xiaoming thought about it, it won't work to fight like this, the little devil is holding the gun commander, and he obviously has an advantage, I have to get closer, force it up, and see how his gun works. After Wu Xiaoming blocked these three shots, he took a quick step and turned to the place where the little devil was close, and then smashed it with the butt of the gun.

"Oops-" Before this little devil could see what was going on, he was smashed on the ribs, maybe Wu Xiaoming was a little ruthless, and this little devil was smashed off three ribs. He only felt pain in his heart, and he couldn't breathe, just breathing out, not in.

Wu Xiaoming's hands and feet are nimble, and he doesn't want to talk to the little devil anymore, he also pounds it all at once, and he pounds it twice, and the second rifle butt goes down again. This time, it was even more powerful than the first time, and the little devil's ribs were directly inserted into his lungs.