This is the time when the old lynx bucket is fighting for his life for his little Subei to change the chalk bomb, death is not terrible for the soldiers of the Chinese country who are still alive, the only thing they think about is how to kill more Japanese soldiers as much as possible before they die!

When Xiao Subei ran out of magazines, he began to rummage through his body and nearby empty magazine medicine boxes in a panic, only to realize that the magazine clip just now was already the last, Xiao Subei put the machine gun behind him with tears, put the leather magazine clip bag on it, and cried tightly holding two grenades with 3 lines and rushing towards the Japanese army!

With the two almost connected muffled explosions, Xiao Subei's figure disappeared from sight!

Fang Zishan, who witnessed this feat, didn't even know what the young soldier's name was? I only remember that Xiao Subei is the only recruit who has survived a day on the battlefield.

Pulling out the bayonet inserted in the side, Fang Zishan clicked and hung it on the front of the rifle, and after sending the last chalk in the chamber to the Japanese army, Fang Zishan raised his arms and roared: "Brothers! Death is the highest honor for a soldier! Kill! ——

Death is the highest honor for a soldier!

This is what every soldier in the SS should keep in mind!

Several soldiers who jumped up together were shot and fell down one after another, and Fang Zishan's eyes only saw those hateful-looking Japanese soldiers, who resolutely rushed forward in the face of the rain of bullets like flying locusts.

Japanese soldiers fight bayonets and retreat chalk and can't open guns?

If you let Fang Zishan and those soldiers who personally participated in the battle like the Japanese army comment, Fang Zishan will definitely add the words pure nonsense, the Japanese have relatives with you? Give up your superior firepower and retreat chalk bombs to play with you White Soldier Assault Meat Fight Stab? Maybe the Japanese really did this, but they were by no means facing the well-armed and well-trained Chinese army on a frontal battlefield.

The first of the Japanese army's infantry drills is to use superior firepower to destroy the enemy's living forces and reduce our casualties, and the Japanese army does advocate the spirit of bushido, but it does not mean that the Japanese army is very pedantic and stupid.

Fang Zishan's impression of the Japanese was that they were very difficult to entangle, that the quality of individual soldiers was extremely high, that the tactical literacy of grass-roots officers was excellent, that there was tacit cooperation between detachments, and that the firepower of light and heavy machine guns, grenadiers, and mortars was accurately controlled.

Kill! Capture the thief and capture the king first! Fang Zishan held a rifle with a shining bayonet and went straight to a Japanese soldier Cao who was wielding a command knife and fierce in the camp.

Obviously, this rare person in the Japanese army, the tall and tall soldier Cao was brave and did not take the soldiers of the Chinese country in his eyes, and the purpose of Fang Zishan's killing of him was to take the lead and hit the morale of the Japanese army, which was very important for white-knuckle warfare.

The Japanese soldier Cao also found Fang Zishan who was coming straight to him, and the Japanese soldier Cao with a cruel smile raised his southern-style chalk gun and fired a shot at Fang Zishan, but the chalk hit a soldier of the Chinese country who flashed aside, and the annoyed Japanese soldier Cao pulled the trigger continuously, but all he heard was the click of the empty warehouse.

Throwing away the chalk gun, the Japanese soldier Cao raised his knife to slash head-on, and Fang Zishan raised his gun to block the command knife of the Japanese soldier Cao, and at the same time, he kicked the Japanese soldier Cao's stomach, and the two of them scuffled together.

Because of the suffocation, his face was suffocated, and his face turned purple, Fang Zishan blocked his Adam's apple side with his right hand to prevent the Japanese army from killing him with one blow.

Because Fang Zishan knows very well that the so-called strangulation of a person is actually to crush the cartilage of the person's Adam's apple, resulting in the closure of the trachea and the death of the opponent's brain due to lack of oxygen. …,

Suddenly, Fang Zishan, who was already a little confused, touched a steel helmet of a Japanese soldier? The desire to survive made Fang Zishan instantly burst out with an unimaginable force, overturning the Japanese soldier Cao who was riding on him, and smashing the steel helmet in his hand down.

One, two, three! Until the flesh and blood of the Japanese soldier Cao were smashed, the nearby Japanese soldiers rushed to Fang Zishan like crazy when they saw this scene, and a Japanese soldier who rushed up from the side with his bare hands hugged Fang Zishan who fell into madness and rolled to the side, Fang Zishan turned over and bit the neck of the Japanese soldier, letting the hot blood splash wantonly, and the Japanese soldier was kicking his legs in vain!

This scene like a wild beast going crazy shocked the Japanese soldiers who rushed over, they looked blankly at Fang Zishan with blood on their faces, and picked up a rifle like an evil demon crawling out of hell and rushed over!

At this critical moment, Liang Dabao rushed over with a machine gun, tart, vomiting! Whip! Tart goo! The very rhythmic short shot sent the Japanese soldiers to the ground like autumn leaves.

Liang Dabao is a heavy machine gun shooter, no matter what machine gun is in his hands, it can turn decay into magic!

The Japanese attack was finally repulsed, and more than sixty Japanese corpses added some decoration to the small position, and Fang Zishan lay panting in the mud mixed with stumps and broken arms.

Liang Dabao touched Fang Zishan up and down with a concerned face, and felt that Fang Zishan looked at him with strange eyes, if Fang Zishan could speak at this moment, he would definitely get out of the way!

Soon, Liang Dabao found what he was looking for from Fang Zishan's pocket, less than half a pack of cigarettes, and Fang Zishan glared at Liang Dabao fiercely.

Liang Dabao showed a mouthful of yellow teeth with a cracked mouth and said with a smile: "The chief stuffs his nose every time, it's too wasteful!" It's better to have a good time with the brothers! ”

Fang Zishan nodded, and when Liang Dabao saw that Fang Zishan agreed, he hurriedly arched his hand and shouted: "Camp Commander Fang will give everyone cigarettes for tooth sacrifice!" ”

Fang Zishan glared at Liang Dabao and said, "There are only five left, everyone takes turns to smoke each person, take a mouthful and wait!" ”

Liang Dabao pinched the cigarette case a little gloomily, and said in a low voice: "Five is enough, enough!" ”

"What?" Fang Zishan staggered to his feet with the help of Liang Dabao, the Northeast Yankee, Lao Shanxi, the big bowl of noodles, the small glasses, and the looped legs, only the five lonely people were looking for their comrades and brothers who were still alive on the battlefield.

Fang Zishan looked at his watch, there was only the last trace of afterglow left in the sky, maybe the Japanese thought that there were no more living Chinese soldiers on the position, and even the routine shelling after the failure of the attack was even saved?

So the seven surviving soldiers of the Central Chinese State scolded the little Japanese for picking on the door, and refused to even let go of the cannons, looking down on the old men? While sighing for the rest of his life, maybe here, this is the meaning of life.

Fang Zishan's watch was no longer gone, and Fang Zishan estimated that it might have been damaged, but he calculated the approximate time of the unusually tragic white-knuckle battle just now based on the time when the sun set! Less than three minutes?

There were forty-seven more gasping on the previous position, including three seriously wounded!

Fang Zishan only then experienced the true cruelty of white-knuckle warfare, the scenes of fighting back and forth in later film and television dramas can only exist under artistic processing, even if it is a white-knuckle battle of thousands of people, the time of the battle is only a few minutes.

Where is the damn second row? I led the team to rush forward, and the second row was broken in the back, why hasn't the second row been pulled up yet? Otherwise, I still have a complete platoon in my hands!

After inspecting the position, Fang Zishan looked at Qin Guozhong, a northeasterner who was collecting ammunition medicine, and said, "Alas! I say it's weird! What about the corpse of that big Japanese guy I killed earlier? The thing on the day of the dog almost killed the old man? Why is the body missing? Which of you saw it? ”…,

Qin Guozhong said with a blank face: "Do you want to see the dead little ghost?" I said, what's wrong with you? What is there to see? A stinky skin bag, a bayonet stabbed through the eyes! If we look at the little Japan we kill these days, we will eat in the future, right? ”

A thin young man in a military uniform that didn't fit well came to Fang Zishan's side and smiled flatteringly: "Battalion commander! I saw it, five or six little Japanese carried it back, and I also put a gun and knocked down two of them, don't you say it's strange, I knocked down two and someone returned, and it was terrible to throw the body away? It's just a Cao Chang, and the one Zhongzuo who was killed yesterday is still stinking in the puddle! ”

Fang Zishan glanced at the arm of the little glasses, obviously oozing blood, frowned and said, "Why did you also hang the color of the black gun?" ”

The little glasses smiled and said, "This doesn't let the little ghost touch the hiding place!" If it weren't for the box gun you gave me, I would have confessed. ”

Fang Zishan nodded with satisfaction, the original name of the small glasses was Wan Zige, he almost didn't shout any slogans, and he didn't have any excitement, his only hobby was to play black guns, not only accurately, but also technically, and saved Fang Zishan's life several times, but his appearance and specialties are extremely obscene, if he changes into a Japanese dog skin, he will be able to let Fang Zishan be a Japanese ghost and collapse.

Fang Zishan was also puzzled by the fact that the Japanese soldier Cao he killed was gone, and after looking for a while, he found a Japanese samurai saber with a penetrating cold light!

As soon as this unusual saber was in his hands, Fang Zishan was stunned for a moment, and after wiping off the soil on the knife, all the clear and beautiful cloud patterns were revealed, and when he looked at the rifle that he had almost cut off before, Fang Zishan was shocked into a cold sweat!

There is no special and strict hierarchy of the command knives of the army and navy of the Japanese Imperial State and its military palace, but everyone above Cao Chang has one in his hand.

After the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese army was equipped with a large number of Western-style command knives from Europe, but it was soon discovered that the knives could be broken at the touch of a single touch in white-knuckle combat, and were not practical at all.

The hand is a command knife designed by the Ministry of War in the style of an ancient katana and used to equip the troops.

At that time, the General Staff Headquarters of the Japanese Army only stipulated a unified system for the scabbard and the hilt, and the choice of the shape of the knife body was relatively free, and the officers could use the blade made by the machine in the arsenal, or they could also buy the fine products handmade by the swordsmith, so some officers of noble origin installed the ancestral famous knives with the standard scabbard and handle, and brought them to the battlefield for use.

And those from poor families can only use cheap mechanism blades!. ）