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The devil crossed the high ground and quickly pressed into the town, and the soldiers fought bravely under the huge disparity in strength, and finally collapsed in a pool of blood.

The landed devils spread out and pierced the cross, compressing the defense line of the second echelon into Qingyang Town.

The devils began to close, and the front and back were surrounded by airtight air, and the air was compressed very tightly.

The soldiers strangled the devils in the town, and the devils who surrounded them kept falling, still faceless.

"Regiment Commander, let's go, take your brothers to break through to the right and have a chance of life!" The company commander next to him, who was commanding the battle, said, his lips blackened with gunpowder.

"What kind of, this is Lao Tzu's regiment, you are all Lao Tzu's soldiers, how can Lao Tzu live alone? Less fucking nonsense, those with guns with guns, and those with grenades all escape and kill devils! Zhu Cheng was in danger, and in his eyes, a river of blood was already flowing on the streets of Qingyang Town.

"Boom!"

The devil's canister is really a hindrance, flying wantonly in the sky, but the soldiers can't do anything about it.

There was another barrage of bombardment, and the houses in the town kept collapsing, blazing with fires and crackling sounds around the ears of the soldiers.

Wood chips flew and sand rose into the air, and thick smoke spread outside the town with the blast, enveloping the battlefield.

The corpses were scattered all over the messy battlefield, and the blood that flowed out was intertwined among the corpses, outlining a tragic blood painting.

Layers of black fog, the soldiers gritted their teeth and lay on the sacks to shoot at the devils who rushed across the corpses.

The Heavy spat on a carnival look, and continued to splash towards the devil.

The bullet pierced through the embers left by the shells and the hazy black mist of gunpowder in front of the field of vision, striking the devil's body, and the devil fell to the ground with his teeth and claws.

The blood mist from the bullets was mixed into the black mist, and the smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, and it came to the nose, and the soldiers had long mouths and tense spirits in the battle, and they couldn't feel it at all.

The combat range of the second echelon in Qingyang Town is still shrinking, and the devils in front and behind are about to close.

"Protect the Captain!" The company commander in the middle of the battle instructed distractedly.

"Lao Tzu has a gun, you don't need protection, give me a fight!" Zhu Cheng took out the box cannon on his waist and shot wildly at the charging devils.

The box cannon shook slightly, Zhu Cheng's marksmanship was amazing, the gun hit, and the devils fell to the ground one by one.

The gunshots in the rear were getting closer and closer, and Zhu Cheng felt the tightness of his vest.

"Captain! The devils in the back are almost in town! The communications soldier reported with a vague face.

"It's hard work, the brothers have withstood it, and our relatives who have died can still get the state's pension, and they can also be regarded as their son's filial piety, hahaha!"

Zhu Cheng's laughter pierced through the whistling of bullets, giving the soldiers courage.

The soldiers of the 211th Regiment who have no way to retreat are burning their last blood, and the country cannot be without teenagers, and teenagers are fighting for the country.

This momentum swallowed mountains and rivers, and the soldiers threw grenades out in the face of the devil's artillery fire.

The grenade also flew towards the crowd of devils as if they had emotions, exploding, and more than a dozen devils were crying wolves and struggling among the corpses.

The machine-gun bullets flew to the ground in an airtight manner, and the head of the struggling devil was stabbed into a hornet's nest, and the brains mixed with blood flowed out of the collapsed skull.

The soldiers licked their lips involuntarily, as if they wanted to eat the flesh of the devil.

The fighting spirit of the devil is admirable, and the only goal of the battle is to take down the town, and if you die, you will go up again, and if you die, there is nothing that can stop the will of the imperial soldiers.

They are all fighting for the country, they are not afraid of sacrifice, and the two sharp knives are rubbed together to create a flickering fire.

The soldiers of the 211th Regiment with less than 100 people began to move closer to the center of Qingyang Town, and the devils surrounded them with bared teeth.

Looking at the devils attacking from front to back, Zhu Cheng wiped the bloodshot from his mouth and looked at it angrily, shouting, "Brothers, pick up the guys, after this battle, we will be easy!" ”

The soldiers stood up, picked up the big knives on the ground and put them on their shoulders and watched the devil.

"Kill~"

The sound of rushing and killing lasted for a long time, the red cherry blossom sword slashed the stars and the moon, and the soldiers dragged their stumps to wield their last strength.

More than a dozen devils faced Zhu Cheng with bayonets and were eager to try, and Zhu Cheng slowly retreated to the wall of the house behind.

The three devils strode and stabbed up, Zhu Cheng rolled half a circle along the wall, and the bayonet was inserted into the wooden wall.

Zhu Cheng turned around and threw the big knife over, and three blood paths splashed out to the right, and the devil covered his neck with a painful expression, and finally fell to the ground without a struggle.

The remaining seven or eight devils rushed up together, and Zhu Cheng dodged and became entangled with the devils.

The mottled old walls are covered with bloodstains as if they have been graffitied, and they have another style.

"Poof!" Zhu Cheng couldn't dodge, he felt a sharp pain, and the bayonet in his abdomen was cutting at his own flesh.

Zhu Cheng glanced down, and suddenly slashed down, and a devil's arm was removed, revealing a surging dripping of white bone blood, the devil was in unbearable pain, and his mouth was screaming.

Zhu Cheng couldn't defend himself, and another bayonet drilled close to his chest, Zhu Cheng felt half a centimeter away from his heart, coughed up a pool of blood in his mouth, and supported his body with a big knife.

"Captain!" The soldiers who turned back opened their eyes sharply, and the tearing sound dragged on for a long time, and rushed forward with a big knife, and slashed the devil with two knives.

The devil had a wide and deep knife mark on his back and fell to the ground.

The soldier stepped forward to help Zhu Cheng, who was overwhelmed, coughing up blood in his mouth all the time, and bleeding from the wounds on his chest and abdomen.

The blood of the devil on Zhu Cheng's big knife dripped smoothly.

The soldiers fought bloodily and fought with the devils.

At this time, Liao Changsheng arrived with the team, and when he looked at it from a high place, Qingyang Town was full of war and blood mist, and he basically couldn't see the brothers of the 211 Regiment clearly, all of them were yellow.

Liao Changsheng did not expect that a flood would become the decisive factor in this battle, and Kameda's tactical thinking had to be convinced.

Liao Changsheng still has a glimmer of hope, hoping that Zhu Cheng is still alive, and Zhu Cheng has the grace of knowing him, and he will repay him with a spring.

"Brothers, all show your spirit and rescue our regimental leader!" Liao Changsheng roared.

"Kill~" The soldiers of the assault company should have drunk.

Liao Changsheng led the team to charge down from the mountainside, shooting at the devils on the right side of the town, and hundreds of soldiers of the assault company swarmed away.

"Commander, it seems that reinforcements are coming!" The soldier who was holding Zhu Cheng heard the gunshots and said.

"This idiot!" Zhu Cheng didn't have to guess, it must have been Liao Changsheng who caught up with the assault company, he laughed casually, he didn't misunderstand this person, but he was very worried in his heart, worried that the assault company would be stirred into this troubled water and could not extricate itself, and the 211 regiment would be wiped out at that time.