Chapter Seventy-Four: Devil Reinforcements Arrive

The white blade of the bayonet flashed in the sun, drawing out with the blood of the devil, and the blood mist spewed out of the devil's body made up for the land of China, which was broken by mountains and rivers. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

Xie Pi's upper body was cut by the devil's bayonet several long cuts, and the blood flowed endlessly, and the clothes on his upper body became a blood-colored cloth belt, revealing bloody fangs, tearing the devil's flesh and blood.

Liao Changsheng pinned down the bayonet on the 38 big cover rifle and painted on the devil's body horizontally and vertically, and the deep marks crossed by the bayonet were extremely wonderful in Liao Changsheng's eyes.

The devil's body was cut open, and the bright red flesh closed and opened, and the blood that flowed out filled the furrow between the flesh and skin.

Liao Changsheng's tongue licked his lips that were splashed with the devil's blood, like a crazy wolf king, continuing to tear his prey on the corpse-covered dirt until the devil didn't breathe.

The heavy machine gun in Wang Mang's hand swung arbitrarily in his tall body, smashing the devil's head and bleeding, and the cracks of the machine gun barrel were glued with the devil's blood and flesh.

The brothers rode on the devil's body in all kinds of irregular positions, and kept beating until they were satisfied.

Liao Changsheng's team is like a messenger sent by God to recover the lives of these devils who hurt the heavens and reason, as an additional punishment, each brother is a human body painter, so that the devil's death is very picturesque.

A brother was thrust deep in the chest with a bayonet, holding his last breath, blood spilling from his closed lips, pushing forward against the devil's bayonet, using the last trace of strength to stab the bayonet in his hand into the devil's throat.

The devil's blood splattered all over his face, and the brother finally lost his breath, opened his mouth, and the pool of blood he was holding back flowed out to cover the devil's head, dyeing the devil's hair red.

It turned out that more than 100 brothers under Yu Kun in the police station had changed from wine bags and rice bags to gods, wantonly squandering their sweat and rolling on corpses and ravines with devils.

The devil's thrower was still letting out a deathly roar, forcibly separating the wrestling together, and the devil and the soldiers of the independent regiment were all mercilessly torn apart, scattered on the dirt like pork under a bandit's knife.

Kato's red-eyed independent regiment was so frightened that he hid in the camp at the rear, and he didn't dare to come out to take a look, and the only thought in his heart was to escape, but he didn't know where to run?

Maybe as soon as he went out, he bumped into a flying bullet, or a short knife in Liao Changsheng's hand, thinking about this kind of pain in his flesh and skin, he trembled.

Zhang Ersil groped in the roar of the fight, found a good position, shot calmly, and the bullet pierced the air and flew towards the devil artillery who was dropping the bomb.

The artilleryman's eyes tightened, his hands holding the shells opened weakly, his body fell backwards, and the shells that fell from his hands fell into the throwing canister, and the shells sprayed out with a "clatter".

The white smoke from the mouth of the throwing barrel was the last memorial to the gunner, but the flying shells did not hit the soldiers of the independent regiment, kicking up the earth and rocks, forming a large crater, like a grave dug for himself.

Zhang Ersil did all the artillery in front of the throwing canister in a moment, only less than four throwing canisters were still struggling, and he indirectly spit out two shells, but he couldn't hit the target.

The entire devil camp was covered with a corpse floor in front of the camp, and a piece of yellow clothes was also mixed with this gray clothes, and the corpses of the soldiers of the independent regiment were lucky, with so many devils to be buried.

Liao Changsheng rushed forward with the team, and with a flash of white light, the remaining gunners fell to the ground, and the individual brothers who were still rolling on the ground slowly stood up, lifted a large stone above their heads and smashed it on the head of the devil who was still breathing with blood on his face.

The powerful squeezed out a stream of red and white sticky, and the devil's body was forever numb.

The gunfire, the guns, and the roars all stopped, and the silent battlefield became a graveyard with no earth to bury.

Liao Changsheng's team was less than forty wounded and remnants, and Kato's team of more than 200 people was only sixty or seventy people guarding outside his camp.

The two sides were fifty meters apart, glaring at each other, obviously the devil's momentum was insufficient, this kind of general and tie soldiers, even if they had the heart to fight again, they were powerless, only trembling hands barely holding their rifles, pretending to look at the brothers of the independent regiment with an unyielding look.

Liao Changsheng straightened his body, and slowly approached his brothers like devils, and a powerful mudslide rushed towards the devil.

"Kill!"

Liao Changsheng once again roared the command to kill, resounding through the sky, and the hoarse sound of tearing was terrifying.

The brothers of the independent regiment rushed forward, the tiger pounced, and pounced on the devil, and there was another fierce fight, the bayonet was inserted into the devil's body, and blood came out, and it was inserted again, stirring the devil's internal organs clockwise, so that the hideous expression of resistance twitched into the appearance of a dry corpse.

The devils are obviously completely desperate, and from their eyes, you can see how much they want to surrender, survive, or die.

However, the brothers of the independent regiment only know that dying on the battlefield is the most beautiful posture to die in the fight with the devil.

Kato's white tent was constantly infected with blood like splashing ink, and he was powerless, and after being a wreck for a lifetime, he still pulled out the Taihe knife and walked out.

Learning to die on the battlefield should be a lesson that Kato will never learn in his life, and he rushed a few steps with a long knife in his hand and stopped, and the long knife fell weakly from his hand, looking desperate.

However, the remaining dozens of devils did not really give in, even if they thought about surrendering, but as the quality of the imperial soldiers, they were still struggling to resist, seeing their bayonets stabbing at the brothers of the independent regiment again and again, but they had fallen in a pool of blood before they did so.

"Tutu Tutu" heard the sound of the machine gun turning, and a horizontal volley of bullets flew out through the backs of several brothers, and before he could insert the bayonet into the devil's body, he was shot and fell to the ground.

Immediately came three taels of green-skinned devil military vehicles, the machine guns in front of the car continued to strafe, seeing the arrival of their own reinforcements, the remaining dozen or so devils as if they had taken aphrodisiacs, fiercely pushed away the soldiers of the independent regiment who were pressing on their bodies, jumped onto the soldiers, and inserted dozens of knives back and forth in the chest.

Seeing hope, Kato burst into tears and shouted "Long live the Great Japanese Empire!" ”。

It turned out that the empire had not forgotten itself, picked up the long knife again, and ordered his ghost soldiers to slash at Liao Changsheng.

The three machine guns on the devil's military vehicle greeted Liao Changsheng's team non-stop, and as the brothers fell, there were less than fifteen people left in a while.

"Withdraw! Brother Changsheng, don't be in a daze, if you don't withdraw, you will all die here! ”

Zhang Ersilly woke up Liao Changsheng loudly, and Liao Changsheng watched the happy victory being taken back so ruthlessly, frozen in place, and his contradictory feelings were intertwined.