The big knife in Wu Guoqiang's hand has a strong adsorption force on blood, this kind of fighting is just right for his age, there is no need to deliberately find the point where the big knife falls, all parts of the body are OK, the devil sprayed blood and fell down in despair. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The instigated detachments were like tigers and wolves, piercing the hearts of the enemy with their sharp fangs, tearing open the flesh and leaving the devils in the shallows with the most primitive rot.

The devil's bayonet stabbed at the soldier in all directions, the soldier had nowhere to retreat, the whole abdomen was pierced in front and back, left and right, and there was the sound of four bayonets colliding and rubbing in the internal organs, the devil was extremely cruel, pushing the soldier to turn, and the bayonet inserted into the abdomen was also stirred with the wrist, and a large pool of blood spit out from the soldier's mouth, and the four holes in his body were also bleeding.

The soldier held back his last breath, tightly clamped the devil's bayonet, pulled the grenade on his waist, and with a boom, a cloud of smoke carried scattered flowers-like soil, and several people who were entangled in it were blown black, flesh and blood blurred, and fell to the ground, unable to move.

The devil's struggling appearance is extremely ugly, coupled with the embellishment of the mustache, just this appearance makes the soldiers unable to hold back the big knife in their hands, the handle of the knife stunned the devil, stepped on it, the big knife grazed through the abdomen, the hook on the back of the knife directly pulled out the devil's large intestine, and the flesh and blood turned over were the same as pork, with sharp edges and corners.

Flying and rolling, the whole body was messy, the soldier gritted his teeth and stuck the devil's neck fiercely, he had to kill him, the devil struggled with his teeth and claws, tried to use his hand to reverse the card, but his hand was a little shorter, he could only endure the pain of not being able to breathe, and finally coughed up a pool of blood on his face, rolled his eyes and died.

"Huh" two bright bayonets stabbed into the soldier's back, the soldier's bones were large, the muscles were hard, his fists were clenched, the green tendons were soaring, he ran suddenly, broke free from the bayonet, and the two blood marks gushing out of his back were cool, he glared at the devil angrily, and ran over with heavy steps, the devil's hands trembled, and his expression panicked.

The soldier carried the heads of the two devils and hit them hard, and with a bang, it seemed that there was a feeling of skull shattering, and dragged the two devils who did not move into the Wujiang River for a while.

Several devils rushed away again, the soldiers slapped the water, gritted their teeth, showing an invincible momentum, the devils held bayonets and followed the soldiers' aggressive momentum to retreat, "boom" a shell fell to the edge of the Wujiang River, the powerful impact force knocked the soldiers to the ground, there were a few more shrapnel wounds on the back, the thighs seemed to be unconscious, the soldiers tried to stand up again, failed to fall into the water as they wished, at this time several devils swarmed away, "boom" several bayonets were inserted into the back of the soldiers.

The soldier's body was like a hedgehog with a bayonet on his back, and the blood gushing out of it stained the river on the bank red, and the soldier took one last look at his brothers, who were fighting under fire, and plunged headlong into the icy water, drifting away with the river.

The shells from the north were still bombarding indiscriminately, and the mud and sand kicked up covered the corpses that had fallen on the shallow conversation, and the tangled ones were torn apart without warning, and the tears were brutal, all charred bodies and flesh scattered on the ground.

Wu Guoqiang's big knife in his hand was swaying to his heart's content, his face was covered with blood sprayed from the devil's neck, and Wu Guoqiang's usual practice of killing the devil was not to come a second time, a knife was fatal, the knife was fatal, so that the arrogant Japanese life was drowned, and every step was their collective grave.

Wu Guoqiang is the messenger of slashing and killing evil, and with the task of cleansing the sin, he will bring all these devils who have committed heinous crimes back to hell.

The devil threw the soldier into the mudflat, the black mud made the soldier breathe enough, the devil pressed the soldier's head hard, the soldier's face kept struggling left and right in the mud, the devil took an aphrodisiac, all the strength of his body was used, and the soldier stopped breathing after a minute.

The devil stood up all wet, swayed in a haughty heroic posture, kicked the dead soldier with his foot, and shouted arrogantly, "Baga Ya Road!" ”

A soldier had just killed the devil, and he saw the soldier who was drowned by the devil sideways, dragging a big knife, with a heavy expression, he slashed towards the devil, and slashed at the devil's arm, almost unloading the devil's arm, the devil screamed, and kicked the soldier out with a kick holding the bleeding arm, and the soldier fell on the mudflat, spitting out a pool of blood in his mouth.

The devil directly ripped off the lost arm, revealing bright red flesh and blood, and the blood was dripping from the cut arm, drawing a long blood trail on the beach with the devil's footsteps, and the devil's suicidal style of fighting made the soldiers lying on the ground panic.

The devil picked up the bayonet on the ground and walked towards the soldier fiercely, a soldier behind him pierced the devil's back, the devil turned around and slashed the soldier's neck, the soldier fell on the beach, the knife on his back was not removed, and a trace of labor pain made him kneel on the ground.

At this time, the fallen soldier saw the opportunity, jumped up, and slashed down, the devil's head fell to the ground and rolled twice, and the blood on his neck drew a long blood line with the rolling head.

On this tidal flat, you stab me and cut me, these lives are too weak in the snow bright knife light, the corpses are placed everywhere, the falling cannonballs are not even left for them, the blood stains the tidal flats red, like a gorgeous flower blooming on the edge of the Wujiang River.

The roar faded from sheng to wheezing, lifeless, the independent regiment won a difficult victory in a fierce counterattack, and shot all the more than 200 devils who crossed the river on the tidal flat, and their own losses were also quite a considerable number of troops, and the small tidal flat was densely covered with corpses.

The surviving soldiers dug a large pit, buried their compatriots who had died in battle, and helped each other back to the trenches, ready to fight again. The corpses of these devils in front of me, who no one cleaned up, were allowed to be slapped and soaked by the river.

Muto watched his soldiers die tragically on the opposite bank, clutching his chest and sighing, "His Majesty the Emperor will remember you, you are the strongest soldiers in the empire, I am proud of you, we will kill these hateful Chinese for you!" Muto blamed all the faults and anger on the independent group.

Wu Guoqiang sat down on the slope, on the right was a big knife stuck in the dirt stained with the blood of devils, and on the left was a big pit left by the cannonballs, he looked at the devastated land, frowned, his eyes were a little painful and couldn't open, the occasional river breeze blew, and the broken military uniform on his body swayed with the wind.

There are too many things in Wu Guoqiang's mind, the photo of the woman in the pocket watch on his chest, his sister, his own home, his own soldiers, his own country, all of which make him feel very powerless, a cigarette is lit on his split lips, and the wound on the bridge of his nose aches faintly in the small movement of smoking.

Of the 3,000 soldiers who Wu Guoqiang swore to defend the city to the death, there are now less than 200 left, can this battle be so big? Everything was mixed in my heart to form two words: Death in battle!