In the past movies, when the Japanese army was attacked by a strong enemy, they always hugged their heads and screamed, although they knew that it could not be true, but it still made the Chinese people despise the devil.

But the devil in front of him, who spat blood from his mouth under serious injuries, but still roared and prepared to die and struggled, can only be described as fearless of death.

From the point of view of a soldier, such a fighting spirit is definitely worthy of admiration.

It's a pity that Lu Yuan won't admire him, because he is the aggressor, and the aggressors deserve to die!

Walking over, he stepped on the devil's head, and the butt of the gun smashed down, hitting the sternum that had been obviously dented, and the devil suddenly howled miserably, and the blood in his mouth gushed like a fountain.

Bang bang bang!

One after another, Lu Yuan didn't stop at all, and he didn't stop until he smashed the devil's chest to pieces.

It's cruel.

But in Lu Yuan's view, for the extremely vicious devils, it is not too cruel, and they say that they are human beings are a defilement of the word human.

The devil who fell first howled in pain, muttering in Japanese, looking at Lu Yuan's expression, it was as if he had seen a demon, he watched Lu Yuan slaughter chickens and dogs to kill his companions, and smashed one of them to death with the butt of a gun, without even blinking an eye.

"Mommy, Mommy...... I want to go home......" he cried and cried because he felt that he had seen the most cruel and horrible scene.

"You can't go home!"

Lu Yuan squatted in front of him and looked at him coldly, without the slightest emotion.

"You, you're ...... Spare ......"

Hearing the pure Japanese coming out of Lu Yuan's mouth, the devil's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that this person could actually say their words.

"I didn't shoot you, I just wanted to use you as bait!"

Lu Yuan smiled, very sunny, but his eyes were as cold as a blade: "As a result, you also saw it, you did a good job - in order to thank you for your cooperation, I won't kill you, but your spine has been broken by me with a shot, if you are lucky enough, in the second half of your life, even if you want to move your fingers, you can't do it, of course, with the current medical technology, you are more likely to wail for half a month, and die of pain......"

"You, you're the devil......"

His words were like a knife into the devil's heart, he couldn't imagine that he was completely paralyzed, he was in pain to death, and screamed in horror: "Kill me, please kill me......"

"You should not have come, thinking of the pain you may suffer later in life, and this pain I have given you, and I am glad - goodbye!"

Lu Yuan laughed, collected all the bullets, and burrowed into the reeds.

On the battlefield, the smoke of gunpowder was filled with the smell of blood.

The devils have finally retreated for the time being, but I believe that they will soon come up again.

The corpses of the Sichuan soldiers killed in the battle were piled up in the rear and lined up in a long row, and the military clothes were removed from white to cover their heads.

The ancients said that the bloody battlefield and the horse leather shroud are really heroic and proud.

But these Sichuan soldiers are much more heroic and proud than them, because when they were buried, they were not clothed, and they couldn't get a straw mat.

In fact, they are quite good, they died in the front, and their comrades-in-arms dug a pit for them to bury, and put them into the ground for peace, and this battle was fought to the end, and there were many people who could only stink maggots in the open air and slowly rot.

Of course, the most pitiful are the wounded soldiers.

On the position of the third company, in addition to the corpses that were gathered and transported to the rear to be buried on the spot, there were also a few wounded soldiers, two of whom were slightly injured, and they tore off a few strips of cloth from their tattered military uniforms to wrap them and finish the matter, and even they themselves did not mention that they were injured and had to evacuate the position.

They knew that there were only two results in this battle, one was to die and be carried down, and the other was to be ordered to retreat.

There are no field hospitals in the rear, no medical companies, and no medicines.

They are a group of soldiers abandoned by the world, fighting to the death, dying in battle, is their only way out.

The two seriously wounded screamed and broke their hearts at the back not far from the battlefield, and the only thing the slags could do for them was to find a slightly higher place and cut some reeds so that they would not lie in the mud.

Their screams were terrible, as if they were competing with the guy next to them, and they couldn't bear to hear them.

The monkey spirit king hemp stick and others gathered aside to discuss, as if they were talking about the piglets in the market: "The ball is a ball, the intestines are flowing out, this is dead!" ”

"Oh, it's so miserable, it's so miserable, it's a bombardment - fortunately, it didn't blow up Lao Tzu!"

There was a group of scumbags laughing all around, and the voices were full of schadenfreude that fortunately it wasn't me, but the smiling faces looked miserable, because they all knew that this battle would not know when it would end, and the next one to lie here wailing and being watched might be themselves.

They are sure that they are not the lucky ones protected by the Buddha like Yang Quanlin, the commander of the guard company, and good luck will not always favor them.

Yang Zongman returned to the trench with a cigarette pot in his mouth, and the wrinkles on his old face became a ball.

"How?"

Hu Lijun said that he didn't go over to see it at all, because he knew that even if he went, he would only be as helpless as those scumbags, so he didn't go.

"It's dead - it looks like I'm going to kill two more devils and avenge them!" Yang Zong said in a muffled voice.

"I see you've killed seven or eight...... It's been more than three for a long time."

Hu Lijun said, it was obvious that he had heard the same story as Lu Yuan.

Yang Zongman silently pointed to the corpses, as well as the two wounded soldiers who were sure to die, and said, "I want to avenge the brothers—there are still six left!" ”

“……”

Hu Lijun stopped talking, the number of words for revenge was three at the beginning, but after a battle, there were three more, which was a confused account.

He didn't know how many people would die in this battle, and he felt that Yang Zongman would never be able to complete his revenge plan.

"Lu Yuan, why haven't you come back yet?"

Yang Zongman asked, but he didn't get an answer from Hu Lijun, so he asked himself: "He is definitely not dead, I see that he is not a short-lived ......."

"Old goat, you can still look at the face, you show me, see when Lao Tzu will die......" The monkey spirit monster cried over, quacking monster screaming.

"I, I, I ......"

A dry scum flocked to it, they were always like this, making up everything they could, and they didn't want to be idle.

On this battlefield, the most fearful thing is to idle and think nonsense, the shadow of death lingers, many people will scare themselves to death, scared crazy, and the scum are very good at having fun for themselves to relieve this fear.

"Get out!"

Yang Zongshun slammed a cigarette pot with his hand, and scolded: "If you don't want to die, get away!" ”

The monkey spirit rubbed the big bag on his head and scolded, and then said: "Brother, if I am blown open in the stomach, you will reward me with a bullet, I don't want to show you a monkey show...... I won't show you death! ”

"I can't help you then!" The scum screamed.

The cow pimple in the distance was unusually quiet, pinching half a multigrain cake and gnawing on it, and the old Gao with bulging cheeks didn't swallow it for a long time, looking at the reeds on the side full of tears.

Everyone knew what was going on in his mind, everyone deliberately didn't mention it, they didn't know if he was dead or had escaped.