Kicked away the body of a Japanese civilian who was still twitching on the ground, and saw that the other party was still holding a Japanese command knife that looked like it was some years old. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

With a sneer, Mo Dongshan searched around the room and found that there was no living mouth left at all, a grenade and a burst of submachine gun fire obviously did not give the people in the room another chance to live again.

Looking at the Japanese civilians who were coerced or came voluntarily at his feet, Mo Dongshan walked out of the house with his submachine gun in his hand.

Outside the room, on both sides of the wall were Ming Empire soldiers leaning together, and in a short period of time, they had occupied the first floor of this building.

The battle unfolded on the stairs on both sides, the Japanese army condescended and frantically defended, while the soldiers of the Ming Empire, relying on the sharpness of automatic weapons, were trying to attack fiercely.

The last attempt was repelled by the Japanese defenders with grenades, but the soldiers of the Ming Empire quickly organized the next attack, and Mo Dongshan was also concentrated in the attack echelon this time.

With his submachine gun in hand, he waited behind a large group of soldiers with bayonets, and with an order, these soldiers began to attack up the stairs, and he also carefully stepped on the corpses of his companions, and followed him to the second floor.

"Phew!" Soon a gunshot broke the silence inside the building, and the battle began again. The sound of gunfire came densely, and two Ming soldiers rolled down the stairs.

"Suddenly! Dodo! Picking up the submachine gun in his hand, he fired at the Japanese soldiers who were firing at the top of the stairs, and ran out of bullets in his magazine, and the advantages of automatic weapons were vividly reflected in the small space.

It is also unknown whether it was because there was a "cunning" submachine gunner hiding among the soldiers who did not anticipate the attack of the opposing side, or because the soldiers of the Japanese defenders were no longer able to run out of grenades.

In short, after Mo Dongshan ran out of magazines, the soldiers with bayonets beside him rushed up the stairs and started a fierce white-knuckle battle with the Japanese soldiers above.

Soon one soldier was pierced in the chest by the opponent's bayonet, and similarly, there were more Ming Empire bayonets inserted into the enemy's chest and abdomen.

Mo Dongshan did not hesitate, replaced the magazine and rushed up the stairs, and there were dense Japanese soldiers standing opposite, and beside him were also soldiers of the Ming Empire.

He held a submachine gun and pulled the trigger on the impenetrable Japanese wall, and then the muzzle of the gun erupted with hot flames: "Suddenly! Dodo! ”

Every bullet was not wasted, all of them got into the flesh and skin of the Japanese soldiers, and the blood bloomed into crimson flowers, giving the whole scene a sense of beauty.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!" Before the fallen Japanese soldiers could close their eyes, the Japanese soldiers behind them rushed forward with bayonets.

They shouted slogans loudly, as if they were about to overwhelm the Ming Empire soldiers who rushed up the stairs from their momentum. But they were answered with equally sharp bayonets and even louder slogans: "Long live Your Majesty the Emperor!" ”

The soldiers of the Ming Empire who shouted slogans also stepped forward, and soon the forest of two bayonets collided together.

From time to time, screams were heard, and every now and then new bodies fell. Mo Dongshan replaced the third magazine and stepped forward again.

He once again pulled the trigger without mercy on the Japanese soldiers, who had already broken down, and began his own merciless killing.

The bullets hit the opponent's body intensively, extinguishing the flame of the opponent's will to resist in an instant. As another row of Japanese soldiers screamed and fell, the other side finally gave up the idea of driving the Ming army down the stairs.

It seems that the other party does not have a grenade as a big killing weapon, so he can only use bayonets and rifles to counter the offensive of the Ming Empire. The battle has reached this state, and it has entered a stage that is beneficial to the soldiers of the Ming Empire.

Reaping the lives of the enemy is the power of the victorious side. The reason why the defeated side suffered more casualties than the victors was because there was no organized rout in the final stage.

Since the Japanese army had fallen into the stage of rout, Mo Dongshan certainly did not mind taking advantage of such a favorable opportunity. He rushed forward with his weapon in hand, and fired his own bullets at the Japanese soldiers who had turned their backs to him.

The enemy, who had no power to fight back, collapsed in the rain of bullets, and built a thick layer in the corridor. Blood flowed down the stairs and looked disgusting.

"Clear the second floor! Attack on the third floor! He shouted and rushed into a room. Before he could shoot, he saw corpses all over the ground.

Lacking basic medicines, these Japanese wounded died here in the end, and no one cleaned up, and the few who were left gasping could only look at Mo Dongshan, unable to make any resistance movements.

The wounded soldiers who could still move had all died in the corridor and on the first floor, and all that was left here was the corpses and the living who were no different from the corpses.

Mo Dongshan raised the muzzle of his gun, looked at the dead Japanese soldiers on the ground one by one, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and turned to leave.

The battle on the third floor was even simpler, when the soldiers of the Ming Empire attacked, only some officers brandished sabers, and some Japanese civilians with only long knives rushed to the bayonets in the hands of the soldiers of the Ming Empire.

Of course, Mo Dongshan also shot at them, because as long as they had weapons, they were already enemies. He opened fire as a matter of course, knocking the men to the ground.

This building has only three floors in total, otherwise it would not have stood in the artillery fire of the Ming Empire. Occupy the corridor on the third floor, almost the entire building.

Kicking open the door of the last room, Mo Dongshan saw the body of a Japanese commander who committed suicide on the ground, he bypassed this corpse, and another soldier beside him, leaned against the window and glanced into the distance.

The back of the building is still a street, and the height of the street opposite is obviously not as high as here, and the view is very empty.

Tonight, it is very likely that the Japanese will launch a counterattack here, so looking at the scenery in the distance, these soldiers of the Ming Empire, who occupied the commanding heights, did not have half a point of joy on their faces.

The battle here has wiped out all the surprises and emotions, and all that is left are the soldiers who survive by killing, the soldiers who have really experienced the war!

The soldier beside Mo Dongshan took out a neatly stacked dragon flag from his pocket behind him and handed a corner to Mo Dongshan.

Then, on this day, a huge dragon flag of the Ming Empire fluttered on the tallest building in Yuanshan City.

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